LOGIN"Little?" Hannah cackled. "She's a grown adult. No wonder she's so adorable—spoiled rotten, obviously. You guys treat her like a baby. She's thirty!" Scar shrugged. "She's my only cousin, so we can't help it. We adore her." My face erupted in flames, the heat spreading down my neck. This is going to be more difficult than I thought. "You two look nothing alike, though," Nora said suspiciously. "But well... I know not all cousins look similar in a way," she added. What a relief. "How do you know so many hot men, Lena?" Jessie whispered loudly, fanning herself. "Alright, everyone, let's get back to business." Nora clapped her hands, desperate to steer the conversation. "Mr. Stephen, you'll stay right here, and us girls will be going in there." I pointed at the garish pink door. "She told you already, right?" Scar smiled back at her and gave her a smooth nod. "Of course." "Okay... so... Lena, let's go." Nora and Hannah each grabbed one of my wrists and practically dragged me t
Thankfully, I managed to convince Eric to take care of Tarzan. I arrived at the venue thirty minutes ago and have been waiting for the girls impatiently ever since. Standing stiffly in front of Cupid Hearts, I darted my eyes nervously up and down the sidewalk. What if one of my schoolmates saw me? “First time?” Scar’s voice came from beside me. I whipped my head toward him, heat already crawling up my neck. “Is it that obvious?” He let out a low chuckle and shook his head. “Not really. But I noticed you're trying to merge with the building. It's not that embarrassing. You're an adult, you know.” “Well... being an adult doesn't make it any less embarrassing,” I shot back, my voice pitching higher than I intended. “And this is my second time, so I know exactly what an adult store looks like inside. It's horrifying. Trust me.” Scar laughed again—fuller this time—his eyes crinkling at the corners. “You're a very interesting person, Lady Lena. Honestly, I'm glad I was assigned to y
Why are they still staring at me like that?“Oh my God,” Hannah whispered, finally breaking the silence. “She doesn’t know what a strap-on is. Unbelievable. You are so innocent!"“Lena, a strap-on is a harness that goes around someone’s hips. You attach a dildo to it. So the person wearing it can… well… fuck someone with it. Or get their dick sucked. Or both,” Nora explained.I blinked. “So… it’s a fake dick you wear.”“Essentially,” Jessi said.Hannah leaned forward, eyes gleaming. “And if I wear it, you can practice on me. I can tell you exactly what movements to do with your mouth and all.”Jessi nodded slowly in agreement. “It’s actually not the worst idea. You get feedback. You get coaching. And no man involved.”That still doesn't sound comfortable to me.I opened my mouth. Closed it. Opened it again.The image in my head was vivid and mortifying: me on my knees in Nora’s living room, Hannah standing over me in a harness, the other women watching and giving notes like it was a c
“Honestly, I’m happy to hear that,” Nora said. “Yeah, me too. I really love seeing you two on my screen as a power couple.” Jessie added. “Yeah… you’ve got three Musketeers behind you. We’re so ready for them. I’m good with my keyboards,” Hannah said. We all laughed. Then my smile faded slightly. I bit my lip, hesitating. “Lena?” Nora called when she noticed the shift in my expression. “What’s wrong?” she asked carefully. I looked at the others, then back to her. “Is this… is this a safe time to ask you something important?” “Always,” Nora said immediately. “What’s up?” I paused, feeling my cheeks heat even though no one could see me. “It’s about… well, something that happened recently.” “Something?” Jessi’s voice perked up with interest. “What kind of something?” “Something intimate,” I admitted quietly. “Ohhh,” Hannah said with a smirk. “Go on.” I took a deep breath. “So the other night… we were, you know, in the moment. And I tried to—” I stopped as embarrassment flo
“Fine.” I took a breath. “So we were making out on his couch. Things were getting heated. I went down on him. I thought I was doing okay, but then I noticed he wasn’t really… reacting. He was hard, but he wasn’t making any sounds or anything. And when I looked up at him, he had this tight smile on his face—like he was trying to be nice about it.” “Did he say anything?” Nora asked. “He said, ‘That was great, babe.’ But his voice was all wrong. Then he changed the subject really fast and asked if I wanted to watch a movie.” I sighed. “He literally chose a movie over finishing.” “Ouch,” Jessi winced. “Yeah, I felt so humiliated. He was so sweet about it, which somehow made it worse—because I know he was just trying to protect my feelings. That’s why I really need to learn how to do it right.” “Okay, okay.” Nora said. “First things first. Did you use your hands at all, or just your mouth?” “Both? I mean, I’m good with just my hands.” “Did you use any technique? Any rhythm? Any pre
“Why though?” Hannah asked. “Yeah, why did you say that, Nora? I want him to gush about her in every interview like this,” Jessie added. I stayed silent, even though curiosity was eating at me. I trusted that Nora had a good reason for the statement. “I do too,” Nora said carefully. “But I came across a hate page—not just one, many—and they were… really ugly. As much as I love him gushing over you, Lena… I’m also a little worried. As your friend.” That made me more uncomfortable. “Is it that bad?” I asked. Nora sighed. “Lena… you’re not someone who spends a lot of time on social media. Like you said, you didn’t even have internet access until…” She paused, realizing the other two were hearing this for the first time. I didn’t even know the internet existed before Tarzan gave me my first smartphone. “It’s okay… keep going,” I assured her. She exhaled and continued. “What I’m trying to say is… internet trolls can be really toxic, honey. And you—you’re not cut out
The message I sent to my husband Mitch was left unanswered. Just like the ones I sent days ago… weeks ago. He had stopped replying to my texts. I scrolled through the one-sided conversation, my heart tightening at how pathetic it looked. Suddenly, a message popped up. Hoping it was his reply, I
MITCH'S POV I was staring at the TV replaying highlights of the match we’d lost 3-1 with bottles on the table in front of me. I cracked open another one, trying to flush down the frustration inside my chest. My childhood friend Jake walked in from the kitchen, towel over his shoulder, and rai
I forced myself up and walked back into the bedroom Mitch and I had shared for three years of our marriage. I hadn’t slept in that bed for over two years now. Not since I left it. Every morning, he used to wake me up to complain about my snoring. I apologized. Then… I started staying awake
I met Mitch fifteen years ago at a coffee shop. I was sixteen, working as a store assistant and trying to look like I had my life together. I still remember what I wore that day. A faded white sundress scattered with tiny yellow flowers. Sandals laced around my ankles. Mitch was standing in







