Mag-log inI stared at my phone one last time before hitting send on the payment. Four hundred dollars were gone in a blink, but my finger didn’t hesitate. This was for me. Strength. Confidence. A new start.The first session was scheduled for Monday morning, before the kids woke up for school. I dropped them at the sitter’s, heart pounding the whole drive to the gym. I’d chosen workout clothes carefully—black leggings that hugged my hips and thighs, a loose tank top that dipped just low enough to show the curve of my cleavage. Nothing flashy, but I felt… noticed. Sexy, even. It had been years since I’d felt that.When I walked in, he was already there. Ethan. Twenty-one, lean muscle packed tight under a fitted gray T-shirt, dark hair tied back in a small bun, dimples flashing as he smiled and extended his hand.“Elena? I’m Ethan. Ready to work?”His grip was warm, firm, lingering a second longer than professional. My stomach flipped. Up close, he smelled like clean soap and faint cologne—someth
Elena sat cross-legged on the floor, her fingers absently twisting the hem of her faded T-shirt as her friends chattered around her. Maria leaned forward, her eyes sparkling with that familiar mix of concern and enthusiasm, and placed a warm hand on Elena’s knee. “Girl, you’re only forty-one. Look at you—those curves, that smile. You’re too beautiful to be wasting away like this. You could get married again in a heartbeat.”Elena forced a small laugh, but it didn’t reach her eyes. She tucked a strand of her dark, wavy hair behind her ear, feeling the weight of their gazes. “Married? Please. After what happened, I’m done with that mess.” Her voice cracked just a little, and she swallowed hard, blinking away the sting.Tasha nodded vigorously, crossing her arms over her chest. “Exactly why you need to get out there. Start with something for you. Hit the gym—tone up, feel strong again. It’ll boost your confidence, and who knows? You might meet someone who actually deserves you.” She wigg
“If you insist, Zaddy,” I purred, my voice thick with want as I untied the silk ropes from his wrists. I licked my full lips slowly, teasing him, then leaned in and dragged my wet tongue across his mouth, tasting his groan. He tasted like pure hunger. I pulled back just enough to bite my bottom lip, staring into his eyes, letting him see how badly I needed this.Without a word, I turned around and arched my back deep, offering myself to him completely. My ass pushed high, cheeks parting so he could see how slick and ready my pussy was for him. I felt his face get close, felt him inhale me—deep, animalistic sniffs that made me shiver. Then his hand cracked down hard on my right cheek. The sting exploded across my skin, sharp and perfect, my flesh bouncing and turning hot red instantly.“Fuck,” I gasped, but I pressed back into him, begging for more without saying it.His thick, veined cock was already throbbing. He rubbed the fat head along my dripping folds, slapping it against my ass
I slapped two slices of bread into the toaster, my fingers sticky from the butter I’d smeared on earlier. My body still throbbed from yesterday’s marathon—three clients back-to-back, pounding me raw until I could barely walk straight. Every step sent a dull ache through my pussy, a reminder of cocks that had stretched me to my limits. I lit a cigarette, inhaling deep, the smoke curling in my lungs like a lover’s breath. Fuck, I needed this break. The toast popped up golden, and I grabbed it, heading to the dining table.I sat down, biting into the crisp bread, crumbs falling on my tank top that barely contained my full tits. My phone buzzed on the table, lighting up with a notification from the app. I glanced at it, exhaling smoke through my nose. Some guy named Rex: “I want to fuck you for six hours straight. Booked online. Be here in an hour.” Attached was his address and a dick pic—thick, veined, already hard like he was jerking off just thinking about it.I typed back, my fingers
I flinched hard, my body jerking like I’d been slapped. My hand froze between my legs, fingers still slick and buried inside me, but everything else went ice cold. Dad and Luca stood there in the doorway, the air thick with the scent of my arousal and the hotel’s stale AC. Dad’s face twisted from shock to something darker, his eyes dropping down my body, lingering on my exposed pussy. Luca’s towel clung low on his hips, water droplets tracing paths over his chest, but his gaze was locked right there too, unblinking.“Dad… Luca… it’s not what it seems like… I was… I was… just…” The words tumbled out in a pathetic stutter, my voice cracking. My cheeks burned, heart slamming against my ribs like it wanted out. I yanked the sheet up to cover myself, but it was too late—they’d seen everything. My mind raced: grounded forever? Kicked out? Family ruined? This was it, the end of me, exposed and humiliated in this stupid Jasmine costume, halter top askew, pants crumpled on the floor.Dad cut m
I’ve been buzzing about this cosplay thing with Luca for weeks. Ever since Mom announced the family vacation to Disneyland, we’ve been texting non-stop, plotting every detail. “Sash, you’re gonna kill it as Jasmine,” he’d message me late at night, his words popping up with those fire emojis that made my stomach flip a little. Not in a weird way—Luca’s my stepbrother, after all—but there’s always been this playful energy between us, like we’re in on some secret joke the rest of the world doesn’t get. He’s 24 now, all grown up with that easy grin and those broad shoulders from his gym obsession, but to me, he’s still the guy who snuck me candy when our parents weren’t looking.We’d video call, him holding up sketches of Aladdin’s vest, me twirling in front of the camera with fabric swatches for my outfit. “Imagine the pics we’ll get,” I’d say, laughing as I struck a pose. “Private story only—none of that family-friendly crap.” Luca would chuckle, deep and teasing. “Yeah, keep it exclusi







