ВойтиScarlett The red lace mask felt cool and familiar against my skin, its delicate edges hugging my cheekbones perfectly. I adjusted the fiery red wig one last time, letting the long waves tumble over my shoulders. Tonight’s theme was sharp and simple: a fitted red blazer that clung to my curves, the smooth silk lining whispering against my bare breasts with every movement. One button already undone. Just enough to tease.I checked the tripod, making sure the ring light hit the mask at the perfect angle, then settled onto the velvet chaise and hit “Go Live.”Viewers trickled in quickly. One… five… twelve. But my eyes locked on the first name that appeared, as always.Vee.A small, satisfied smile curved my lips beneath the mask. Vee had been my top gifter for nearly a year—quiet, generous, and almost reverent. Their profile was still nothing but a cute little hamster avatar. No bio, no face. I’d decided long ago that Vee must be a woman. No man could stay this patient without demanding
NormanA whole year had passed since we first let ourselves fall completely. Now we were finally on vacation together — just the two of us, no work calls, no deadlines, no distance. I had been away for months on that brutal international project, and the separation had been hell. We survived on late-night video calls and filthy phone sex, but nothing compared to having Daisy right here, in the flesh.We checked into the luxurious beachfront hotel suite as the sun was setting. The moment the door clicked shut behind us, the air thickened with months of pent-up hunger.Daisy barely had time to drop her bag before I had her against the wall.I kissed her hard — deep, demanding, claiming. My hands roamed possessively over her body, squeezing her waist and ass, pulling her flush against me so she could feel exactly how hard I already was.“Fuck, I missed you,” I growled against her mouth. “Months of watching you on a screen, listening to you moan my name… I’m done waiting.”She whimpered,
DaisyWe must have drifted off after that beautiful, slow lovemaking. The rain was still falling softly outside when I woke up later that evening. The room was dim, lit only by the grey twilight filtering through the curtains. Norman was still asleep beside me, lying on his back with one arm draped loosely over my waist. His chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm, his face relaxed and peaceful in sleep.I smiled softly, my heart swelling with warmth. Leaning in, I pressed a gentle kiss to his lips, slow and tender. He didn’t stir, just let out a quiet sigh in his sleep. I lingered there for a moment, brushing my thumb over his cheek, before carefully slipping out of bed.My body felt deliciously sore in the best way. I wanted to make us dinner, something warm and comforting to match the rainy evening, but first I needed to freshen up. I padded quietly to the bathroom and turned on the shower. The water heated quickly, filling the room with steam. I stepped under the spray, letting the
DaisyIt was one of those perfect lazy holiday Saturdays — cool, cloudy, and raining steadily outside. The kind of day where the whole world felt soft and muffled. Norman and I were curled up on the big sectional couch in the living room, wrapped in a thick blanket. The lights were dimmed low. A romantic comedy played on the TV, but I wasn’t really paying attention anymore.A big bowl of popcorn sat between us. Every now and then one of us would reach for a handful, our fingers brushing. Each little touch sent a quiet spark through me.Norman shifted closer, his arm sliding around my shoulders. I leaned into his side, resting my head on his chest. His heartbeat was steady and warm beneath my ear. The rain pattered gently against the windows, creating a soothing rhythm that made everything feel safe and intimate.“You know,” he murmured, his voice low and soft, “I could stay like this forever. Just you, me, the rain, and bad movies.”I smiled, tilting my head up to look at him. “Even t
DaisyI woke up gasping.It was a nightmare. A big, bad one!The room was dark and still and exactly as it had always been, and for a long, terrible second I couldn’t separate what was real from what wasn’t. My heart was slamming against my ribs. My face was wet. My hands were shaking against the sheets.I sat up.The other side of the bed was empty.Of course it was empty. He had left. After everything, after the talking and the crying and the things we had finally said out loud to each other and then the sex that followed, he had gotten dressed quietly and told me he had feelings for me.And I’d told him we shouldn’t go there.And then he had gone.I reached for my phone with hands that wouldn’t fully steady themselves and found his name and called.It rang twice.“Daisy?” His voice came through immediately, low and alert, like he hadn’t been fully asleep. “What’s—”“Come over.” My voice broke completely on the second word. “Please. Please just come.”A sharp silence. “Are you cryin
Daisy“Your brother is good,” he said.“Don’t tell him that,” I said. “He’ll be unbearable.”Norman smiled.I reached over and took his hand.He turned it over and laced his fingers through mine, and we sat like that while Michael ran a board meeting on the other side of the glass wall like he had been doing it his whole life.***That Tuesday morning was bright and unhurried.I had canceled everything the night before — my meetings, my calls, my entire day — and hadn’t thought twice about it. We had nowhere to be and nothing to prove, and the whole morning stretched out ahead of us like something rare.The hospital corridors were familiar to me now in the way that places become familiar when you spend enough time in them — the particular smell of the reception area, the way the light fell through the east wing windows in the morning, and which nurse worked which floor on which day. I knew all of it. I had learned all of it without meaning to.I pushed his wheelchair through the main
RyderI took her hand and laid her down on the bed. When the backs of her knees hit the mattress, she sat. I knelt between her legs and looked up at her. Her brown eyes were wide and nervous, but there was something else there too. Want. Curiosity. The same hunger I’d seen in the hallway.I rested
RyderShe whispered “Deal” like it was fragile, like saying it louder might shatter the whole thing. I let the word hang between us for a second, tasting it. My hand was still resting on her thigh, thumb brushing idle circles over the soft skin just above her knee. Her skirt was smoothed back down
RyderWhen she whispered “I will”, it felt like a secret she wasn’t supposed to share.The two small words, and they hit me harder than a kick from a spooked horse. My chest tightened. I could feel my pulse hammering in my throat, in my wrists, everywhere. For years I’d been numb down there—cold, u
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







