LOGINI almost didn’t go.The invitation had been sitting on my kitchen counter for three days. Thick cream cardstock, gold embossing, the kind of thing that made it clear this wasn’t optional. Jenna’s father had just closed a government contract big enough to put their family name in the business papers for months. The entire extended family, plus a handful of close friends, had been summoned to the countryside mansion for a full weekend of celebration. Two nights. Formal dinners. Forced smiles. Too much wine.I packed a bag anyway.The drive up was quiet. Jenna talked the whole way — about the contract, about which cousins would be unbearable, about how her mother had already hired extra staff and threatened everyone into best behavior. I nodded in the right places and stared out the window and tried not to think about the thin silver bracelet I had left hanging inside a gloryhole four nights ago. The one with my initial on it. The one Ethan would recognize the second he saw it.If he had
The rest of the evening passed in a haze of forced conversation and careful distance. Ethan offered to drive me home when Jenna got pulled into helping her mother with leftovers. I should have said no. I said yes.The car was quiet. Too quiet. His hands on the steering wheel looked exactly like the hand that had flexed against the wall while I sucked him. I kept my knees pressed together and stared out the window and tried not to breathe too deeply. He smelled the same. Whatever cologne he wore had been on his skin the other night; I was sure of it now.“You seem off,” he said after a few minutes. “Everything good?”“Yeah.” My voice came out thinner than I wanted. “Just a long week.”He nodded once, accepting it. No probing. No suspicion. The same mild, distant kindness he had always shown me. It made the whole thing worse. If he had been an asshole it would have been easier to hate what I had done. Instead he was just… Ethan. Polite. Unaware. Completely untouched by the filthiest sec
I woke up the next morning with the taste of him still ghosting across my tongue.It was imaginary, of course. I had brushed my teeth twice the night before and once again when I got home. I had scrubbed my face, changed clothes, stood under a shower hot enough to turn my skin pink. None of it mattered. Every time I swallowed I remembered the exact weight of him, the way the head had pressed against the back of my throat, the low, rough sound he made when he started coming. My stomach flipped. Heat licked low between my legs like the memory itself had hands.I told myself it was a one-time mistake. A drunken, stupid, anonymous mistake that would stay in that dark booth forever. Ethan had no idea it was me. The mask had covered half my face. The lighting had been terrible. He had probably already forgotten the entire thing.I almost believed it until Sunday afternoon.Jenna texted at noon: ‘Family dinner at 6, you should come, Mom’s making that lasagna you like. Ethan’s home for the we
I never should have let them talk me into it.That was the only clear thought left in my head as I sat on the sticky black stool in the dark booth, knees already aching, the smell of bleach and old sex thick enough to taste. My so-called best friends were on the other side of the club laughing their asses off, drunk on overpriced vodka and the thrill of watching me chicken out. The dare had started as a joke. Then it became a challenge. Then somehow I was the one walking down the narrow hallway with a black mask dangling from my fingers and my heart trying to punch through my ribs.The gloryhole room was smaller than I expected. One long wall with three holes at different heights, each curtained off into its own little booth. Red light. Cheap vinyl. A box of tissues and a bottle of sanitizer that had clearly seen better days. I picked the middle booth because the others already had people in them. I could hear the wet sounds. Someone moaning. The low, filthy encouragement of a man on
The kiss wasn’t soft.It was claiming, almost aggressive. His mouth took hers like the argument had already been decided. Ava made a broken sound against his lips, still half-fighting, still trembling, but her body betrayed her almost immediately. She kissed him back harder, tasting salt and anger and the bone-deep relief of being protected so completely it bordered on madness. His tongue slid against hers, slow and deliberate, and she opened for him with a helpless little moan that seemed to please him.He released her wrists only so he could grab her hips and lift her. Two steps and the backs of her thighs hit the edge of the desk. Kane shoved everything off it with one sweep of his arm—papers, an empty mug, the old leather strap that had marked her more than once. The crash of it all hitting the floor barely registered. He pushed her down onto the wood.Clothes came off in rough, impatient pieces. He yanked her jeans and panties down together in one hard pull, dragging them off her
The door to the office slammed open hard enough to make the two-way mirror shudder in its frame.Ava stood in the threshold shaking, her eyes already red and swollen, chest rising and falling like she had run the whole way here. She didn’t bother closing the door. The warehouse beyond was empty and quiet, the cage dark, the usual smell of bleach and old blood hanging in the air. Her voice came out raw, almost yelling.“They found them this morning. All three of them. In their hostels. Dead.”The words hit the small room and stayed there. Her hands were clenched so tight the knuckles had gone white. Tears were already tracking down her face.“I know it was you. Don’t you dare stand there and look at me like that. Why? Why the fuck would you do that?”Kane didn’t move from behind the desk. He simply watched her, the same calm expression he wore when men twice her size backed down without a word. That calm only made her angrier.She stepped fully inside, voice cracking and rising.“I hat
I woke up with a slight headache and a very wet pussy.Memories from last night flooded in immediately — my tits out, begging my stepfather to fuck me, his tongue buried deep inside me while I screamed “Daddy.” My face burned with embarrassment… but my body was burning with something much stronger.
SophieI was a fucking mess!The Uber ride home was blurry, the music from the party still ringing in my ears, but nothing could drown out the aching need between my legs. I’d spent the entire night thinking about him. Again. Like I always did.Kevin Randy. My stepfather. The man my mother somehow
I didn’t go home right away.I walked for almost an hour with cum leaking down my thigh and the video burning a hole in my phone. My legs felt shaky. My pussy was still throbbing from how hard he’d fucked me. Every step reminded me what I’d just done.I fucked my ex’s dad. In a club bathroom.And I
NoraI used to think love would save me.Three years of my life went into Asher like I was building something that would last. I covered for him when he fucked up with the elders. I stayed up with him after brutal training sessions, rubbing the knots out of his shoulders while he talked about how o







