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Daddy's Lessons in Pleasure - Erotica Collection Forbidden Ground: 2
Chapter 2:(Gabriel’s POV)I went back the next day. And the next. And the next.It became a pattern. Claire left for work at 8 AM, I’d wait until 9, then walk across the yard to the guest house. Felicia would be waiting, sometimes in lingerie, sometimes in nothing at all, sometimes just in one of my old shirts she’d stolen from the laundry.We stopped pretending it was anything but what it was: an affair. Passionate, reckless, impossible to stop.“Your wife doesn’t suspect?” Felicia asked one afternoon, lying naked in her bed while I dressed, sheets tangled around her hips.“She’s too busy to notice.” The words tasted bitter. “She works seventy-hour weeks. We barely see each other.”“Is that your justification?”“I don’t have a justification. This is wrong. I know it’s wrong.” I sat on the edge of the bed, elbows on my knees. “But I can’t stop.”She moved behind me, arms wrapping around my shoulders, chin on my shoulder. “Then don’t.”“It can’t last. Eventually Claire will find out, o
Daddy's Lessons in Pleasure - Erotica Collection Forbidden Ground: 1
Chapter 1:(Gabriel’s POV) The wedding was small. My father finally married Diane after two years of dating. I was thirty-two, happy he’d found someone after Mom’s death. Diane was elegant, warm, exactly what Dad needed.What I didn’t expect was her sister.“This is Felicia,” Diane said at the reception, gesturing to the woman beside her. “My baby sister. She’s staying in your guest house for a few months while she figures out her next move.”Felicia was twenty-six, with dark hair falling in loose waves, sharp green eyes, and a smile that suggested she knew exactly what effect she had on people. She shook my hand, held it a fraction too long, thumb brushing the inside of my wrist.“Nice to meet you, stepnephew,” she said, the term deliberately ridiculous.“That’s not a thing.”“It is now.” Her smile widened, slow and knowing. “We’re family.”My wife Claire was at the bar, networking. She barely noticed Felicia, which was fine. I tried not to notice her either.I failed.The guest hous
Daddy's Lessons in Pleasure - Erotica Collection Wrong Letter: 5
◆◆◆ Chapter 5 ◆◆◆(Nora’s POV)I asked Daniel to come home early.He looked surprised when I called — mildly inconvenienced, already rearranging a meeting in his head. “Is something wrong?”“Yes. Come home.”He arrived two days later looking distracted, checking his phone in the taxi from the airport, already planning his next departure before the wheels stopped turning. I waited until he’d set down his bags, poured us both water, sat at the kitchen table like adults.“I want to talk about us,” I said.“Nora…”“When did you last ask me how I was? Not ‘is everything okay,’ which is different. When did you last actually want to know how I was?”He opened his mouth. Closed it. The silence was its own answer.“I’ve been alone in this marriage for years,” I said, steadily. “I stopped saying so because you weren’t here to tell and I didn’t know how anymore. But I’m saying it now.” I met his eyes. “We’ve become strangers who share an address.”“That’s not…”“Daniel. When’s my best friend’s b
Daddy's Lessons in Pleasure - Erotica Collection Wrong Letter: 4
◆◆◆ Chapter 4 ◆◆◆(Nora’s POV)Two months of letters and stolen afternoons and I’d stopped pretending this was temporary.Noah photographed me one afternoon, candid shots while I read in his studio, curled on the worn leather armchair with a volume of Adrienne Rich open on my lap. I was unaware until the shutter clicked, soft and deliberate.“Let me see,” I said, lowering the book.“Not yet.” He set the camera on the table, lens cap still off. “When they’re developed. I want you to see yourself the way I see you.”“And how’s that?”He crossed the room slowly, knelt in front of me so our eyes were level. “Like someone finally, dangerously awake.”I understood the danger. It arrived at my door daily in cream envelopes. It lived in the way my chest lifted when my phone rang and his name lit the screen. It was in the way I’d started writing for the first time in years, filling notebooks with things I’d stopped believing I was allowed to feel: desire that wasn’t polite, grief that wasn’t t
Daddy's Lessons in Pleasure - Erotica Collection Wrong Letter: 3
◆◆◆ Chapter 3 ◆◆◆ (Nora’s POV)Daniel came home for six days.I watched him move through our apartment, unpacking with mechanical efficiency, checking emails on his phone while the kettle boiled, rescheduling the trip he’d need to take in two weeks, and I felt like a ghost in my own life. He kissed me hello, a quick press of dry lips to my cheek. Asked about nothing specific. Fell asleep during dinner because of jet lag, fork still in his hand, head nodding over half-eaten pasta.On night three he reached for me in the dark.I let him. Because what else could I do? He was my husband. His hands were familiar, his rhythm predictable. He moved inside me with the same quiet, efficient and detached focus he brought to spreadsheets. I closed my eyes and waited for it to end. Afterward I lay staring at the ceiling, feeling nothing except the terrible awareness that I’d felt more alive in Noah’s studio for four hours than I had in four years of marriage.Daniel left again on a Thursday. He w
Daddy's Lessons in Pleasure - Erotica Collection Wrong Letter: 2
◆◆◆ Chapter 2 ◆◆◆(Nora’s POV)We wrote for three weeks before he suggested coffee.I realize this is unconventional, he wrote. A stranger who’s been sending letters to your address, now asking to meet. You have every reason to say no.But I find myself wanting to know if your voice sounds like your words. It’s a peculiar thing to want. Forgive me if it’s too much.— NoahI should have said no. I was married. My husband would be home in a week, albeit temporarily, before the next trip.I said yes.The café was small, literarily the kind of place with mismatched chairs and dog-eared paperbacks on the shelves. I arrived first, ordered tea, and watched the door.He walked in and immediately scanned the room, and something about the way he looked, searching, slightly uncertain, completely present, made my breath catch.Noah Calloway was maybe thirty-eight, forty. Dark eyes, strong jaw, wearing a charcoal jacket that suggested he’d thought about the meeting but not tried too hard. He was a
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