LOGINt wasn't a person. It was a bear.They had seen tracks before, but they had never seen the animal itself.They were returning from a hunt one afternoon, carrying a rabbit they had snared. Aiden stopped suddenly. He put his hand on Julian’s chest, signaling him to freeze."Look," Aiden whispered.Abo
Three days later, the storm hit. It was a blizzard of epic proportions. The wind howled like a dying animal, rattling the window shutters. The temperature plummeted.They piled every blanket and fur they owned onto the bed. They huddled together for warmth, skin to skin.Julian woke up shivering. Th
The first week in the cabin was a blur of adjustment. There was no hum of electricity, no distant traffic, no ticking clocks. There was only the wind, the crackle of the fire, and the sound of their own breathing.They fell into a routine that was primitive and domestic. Aiden chopped wood. Julian c
Julian cried out, his head falling back. It burned. It had been days. He was tight.Aiden didn't stop. He thrust all the way in, burying himself to the hilt."Fuck!" Julian screamed. "Yes!"Aiden grabbed Julian’s hips. He fucked him hard and fast. The car rocked under their movements. The metal crea
Aiden sat in the back of a van parked three blocks from the precinct. He was shirtless, his shoulder bandaged, sweat gleaming on his chest. The van was filled with monitors.On the main screen, he watched Julian in the interrogation room. He watched every subtle shift of Julian’s body language. He s
Across from him sat DeteRtive Miller. A man with a tired face and a mustache that had seen better decades."You're saying he forced you," Miller said for the third time. He tapped his pen on the file. "He kidnapped you from your office? Held you for weeks?""Yes," Julian said. He kept his voice soft
The door clicked open, and my world tilted on its axis. A wave of expensive, woody cologne washed over me, a scent so familiar it made my blood run cold. I kept my head bowed, my eyes fixed on the intricate pattern of the carpet, as I’d been trained to do. I heard the soft thud of the door closing,
Three months of talking dirty to a ghost.That’s what it felt like. Three months of spilling my guts, my deepest, darkest, most fucked-up fantasies, to a faceless name on a screen: ‘Master’. It started on a whim, a lonely, horny night scrolling through a dating app I was too scared to actually use f
Oh, to be young, poor, and so fucking horny for your professor it was a clinical condition.I spent the entire hour-and-a-half lecture trying to think about anything else. Baseball. My grandma’s funeral. The chemical composition of floor polish. Anything to stop the blood from rushing south every ti
The world came back into focus in slow, blurry increments. The first thing I was aware of was the smell. Sex. Sharp, salty, and overwhelmingly male. It was the scent of me and him, of sweat and cum and submission, clinging to the expensive leather of the sofa. The second thing was the feeling. A dee







