LOGINScarlett“You looked cute and very nerdy with them on, but without the glasses, you look like a very different person — more tough and handsome too. But hey, I still prefer your cute side,” I told him, keeping my tone light.Viktor laughed softly, the sound surprisingly warm despite how awkward the moment felt.“Remember my glasses broke last night?” he said.“Oh yes! Shoot! Totally forgot about that. So sorry.”“Nah, it’s not your fault,” he shook his head.I leaned in a little closer, squinting at his face. “Hmm, so I see a red mark on your face,” I whispered.“Oh… it’s that slap,” he whispered back, rubbing the spot gently.I sighed softly, guilt twisting in my stomach again. “I am so sorry,” I said.He bit his bottom lip, looking shy even without the glasses. “Make it up to me then if you’re sorry.”“Hm, I see. So how?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.He swallowed hard. “Can I kiss your cheek?”“Anything that makes you happy,” I said, chuckling a little.He brought his face forward,
ViktorMorning light filtered through my curtains, and I woke up feeling surprisingly energized despite the chaotic night. My body still hummed with the memory of Scarlett — both the real her in my arms and Red Fox coming apart on camera for me. A small, satisfied smile tugged at my lips as I rolled out of bed.I was a neat person by nature; everything had its place. I spent the next thirty minutes tidying the apartment, making the bed with crisp corners, wiping down surfaces, organizing my desk so the laptop sat perfectly centred, and aligning my few books on the shelf. Only when everything looked orderly and calm did I feel ready to start the day.I took a long, cold shower, letting the water wake me fully and wash away the dried cum from last night’s session. After drying off, I made a simple breakfast. It was scrambled eggs, toast, and black coffee, and I ate it standing at the kitchen counter while my mind wandered back to her.With breakfast done, I sat down to work on my curren
ViktorShe’s horny. Because of me? Because of what I did earlier — the way I kissed her neck, the way I grabbed her waist? Pride swelled in my chest, hot and addictive. I had made Red Fox… my Red Fox, my Scarlett… wet tonight. The same woman I’d been quietly in love with for a year.I quickly sent the payment, doubled her rate again, and started the private video call. The fire emojis were already set to cover my face. I stripped off my shirt, sat back in my chair, and wrapped my hand around my cock. It was already rock hard, throbbing from the memory of her body against mine in her apartment.The call connected. There she was — mask and red wig on, looking every bit the untouchable fantasy I’d tipped thousands into over the past year. But now I knew exactly who was behind it.She leaned back against the chaise, letting her legs fall open just a little for the camera. “Then showww meee,” she purred in that velvety Red Fox voice that always went straight to my dick. “Make every fucking
ScarlettHe pulled away almost instantly, eyes wide with panic. “Oh my God,” he muttered, slapping a hand over his split lip. “I am so sorry. I didn’t know what came over me. I didn’t mean to do tha—”His words were cut off when I grabbed the front of his rough, torn hoodie and yanked him back to me. I kissed him deep and hard, pouring all the leftover adrenaline, fear, and confusing heat from the night into it. Viktor froze for half a second, then kissed me back just as hungrily. His hand slowly slid to my waist, fingers gripping me as he pulled my body closer.When we finally broke apart, gasping, I realized I was now straddling his lap on the edge of the bed. I could feel the unmistakable hard bulge pressing against me through his pants — thick and insistent.I rested my forehead against his for a moment, catching my breath. “How old are you?” I asked softly.He swallowed hard, glasses still slightly crooked. “I’m 26.”“Hmm, not a bad age. I’m just 6 years older than you,” I said,
Scarlett “I’m sorry…” I started crying, my voice breaking as I rubbed my palms together desperately, still crouched on the floor. Tears streamed down my face, hot and fast. “I never meant to act that way. Please do not kill me,” I begged, sobbing hard. “I promise that nobody will hear of this that happened today. Just… just let me be. Please.”Viktor sighed softly, the sound surprisingly gentle. He stepped fully into my apartment and shut the door behind him with a quiet click that made my stomach drop. I stayed frozen where I was, pressing my face against the cool floor, heart pounding so loud I could barely think. My mind raced for any way to run out of here, to escape whatever this was turning into. How did this even happen? This geek just forced his way into my apartment. I couldn’t believe it. He looked so harmless with his glasses and hoodies, but he had real strength behind that slim frame.Before I could even push myself up, Viktor moved past me toward my wardrobe. He yanked
Scarlett“Are you okay?” he asked.I finally looked up at him. Viktor adjusted his huge glasses, his eyes darting everywhere except meeting mine. He really was a dork — the classic awkward nerd in an oversized hoodie, shifting from foot to foot like he might bolt any second.“I’m fine,” I said quickly, stepping around him and heading straight for my door.I hated that he lived so close. Hated the reminder every time I saw him.Back inside my apartment, I kicked off my shoes and decided it was time to sleep this whole weird day off. I had just pulled the covers back when a soft knock echoed through the room.I narrowed my eyes. Who the hell is that?“Who is it?” I called out.“It’s me… Viktor,” came the quiet reply.I sighed deeply, already annoyed, and opened the door a crack.“Hey,” he whispered, barely above a breath.“Yeah? How may I help you?”“There’s something I need to say to you,” he said, still not quite looking at me.I stared at him for a moment, then nodded. “And what is t
RyderI knew it was time.The words had been sitting heavy in my chest for too long — weeks, months, maybe longer. I couldn’t hold them back anymore. I was done pretending. Done hiding. I wanted Lila. All of her. And I was tired of letting fear decide for me.We were all at the table. The food was
LilaIt had been a week since Ryder divorced Delaney. He actually went through with it. He told me she had done something awful, something that left him traumatized, but he wasn’t ready to explain yet. He said he would tell me later when the words didn’t hurt so much. I understood, or at least I tr
RyderI started thrusting up into her hard and steadily, each stroke driving deep enough to make her gasp. The bench rocked beneath us. Wood groaned. The canopy lights swayed slightly overhead. Her pussy was so wet I could hear every slick slide — loud, obscene, echoing in the quiet yard. She rode
LilaI couldn’t hold it in anymore. The second Ryder left the room, the tears came hard and fast. I bent forward on the bed, arms wrapped around my stomach like I could keep everything inside. My shoulders shook. Quiet sobs turned into loud, broken ones. I pressed my face into the pillow to muffle







