LOGINChapter 2: It's just what friends do 👄💦💦I set out for my usual morning run the same way I always did.I locked the front door quietly so I wouldn’t wake Mark, laced my shoes on the porch, and rested one hand on the firm curve of my belly while I stretched. The baby shifted under my palm as if she knew we were about to move. I took the first few steps slowly, letting my body warm up, then settled into the steady, comfortable pace that had become my ritual.The path was familiar enough that my feet knew it by heart. My hand stayed low on my belly whenever the baby decided to kick. Somehow it had a way of usually clearing my head. But today it didn't. Every time my mind wandered it went straight back to the other morning when I met Noah. His face when he first saw me, the careful way he had said my name.I told myself I wasn’t looking for him.But my eyes kept searching around to see if I'll find him.By the time I reached the edge of the park my tank top was damp with sweat and
Chapter 1: Stay away from him 🍆🍆🍆I had been jogging on the same path for months even when I got pregnant.Every morning at 6:40, while the neighborhood was quiet, I laced up my shoes, stretched on the front porch, and jogged down the tree-lined trail that circled the park and cut through the old residential streets. The pregnancy had slowed me down, just a bit…I was five and a half months pregnant but the doctors said light jogging was fine as long as I listened to my body. That morning the air was cool. I had my headphones in but nothing playing. I liked the quiet. My hand rested on the underside of my bump as I settled into an easy pace.I was halfway around the big loop when I saw someone coming. He looked somehow like Noah.He was coming from the opposite direction, head down. For a second I thought I was imagining it. Then he looked up and our eyes met.Noah.My steps faltered.We both slowed to a stop a few feet apart, breathing hard. It was ten years or maybe more sinc
Chapter 5: Hooking up again It had been eleven whole days since I had texted Kai or even seen him.I kept telling myself that one night on his couch had been enough to get it out of our systems.But it wasn't.Every time I closed my eyes I felt his mouth between my legs again. Every time I got myself off in the shower I came to the memory of him filling me, the low sound he made when he came inside me..My brother noticed I had been quiet lately. He asked once if everything was okay. I lied and said finals were killing me. And he believed me. On the twelfth night my phone lit up while I was in bed, half-heartedly scrolling through notes.Kai: I miss you. Kai: I can’t get the taste of your sweet pussy out of my mind.The words hit me. Heat flooded my face and between my thighs. I stared at the screen for a long time, my thumb hovering over the screen.I should have left him on read.Instead I typed:Me: I miss you too.Three dots appeared immediately.Kai: Come over. Tonight. By 7.
Chapter 4: Fucked on the couch I stood outside Kia's apartment door for a full thirty seconds before I knocked.I waited outside for a while, then the door opened.Kai stood there in a dark gray T-shirt and black sweatpants, his hair slightly messy like he had run his hands through it too many times. For a moment we just looked at each other. “Hey,” he said.“Hey.”He stepped aside. I walked in. The apartment was small, clean, dimly lit. A single lamp in the living room. The door clicked shut behind me and the lock turned. I crossed my arms. “This is weird.”“Yeah.” His voice was lower than over text. “We can still back out.”I should have said yes. Instead I looked at him. “I’m already here.”That was all it took.Kai crossed the space between us in two strides. His hands framed my face and his mouth was on mine. The kiss was nothing like the careful teasing of our texts. It was raw, open-mouthed, immediate. I made a sound against his lips and kissed him back just as hard, my fi
Chapter 3: Cumming for my brother's rival 👅💦I stopped pretending I was going to delete the chat with Kai.By the end of the week the messages had become the part of the day I waited for. Classes, shifts, even conversations with my roommate blurred into background noise until my phone lit up with his name. I hated how easily he had taken up space in my head. I hated how wet I got just from seeing the notification.It was night time and Kai messaged me. It wasn't like how our messages were at first. It was different now, it became different ever since we crossed that line. Kai: Tell me what you’re wearing.Me: Why do you always ask that?Kai: Because I like the answer. And because I’m already hard thinking about it.I stared at the screen, heat flooding my face. My roommate was out again, and the apartment was quiet. I typed with one hand while the other rested low on my stomach.Me: Black tank top. No bra. Gray sleep shorts.Kai: Fuck. Are your nipples hard?I glanced down. And th
Chapter 2: Forbidden fantasies 👅💦💦The next day, I still didn't delete the chat with Kai. I’d told myself I would delete the chat in the morning. But I couldn't bring myself to do it.Later in the night my phone lit up while I was half-heartedly scrolling through a reading assignment.Lila’s Cousin: Did you survive another day of academic suffering?I stared at the name I had given him temporarily.Lila’s Cousin. The name was harmless, but it felt like I was trying to deny everything.Me: Barely. Reynolds assigned a six-page response paper due Friday. I’m considering faking my own death.Kai: Dramatic. I respect it. What’s the topic?Me: The ethical implications of something I stopped caring about three hours ago.Kai: Send me the prompt. I’ll help you hate it more efficiently.I shouldn’t have sent it to him. But I did anyway.We texted until past midnight, and he actually made me feel relaxed.Three days after the wrong-number incident I saw him in the student union with Ethan.
Chapter 1: Sinful thoughtsI never meant to catch feelings for the guy my mom was about to marry. It just kind of happened to me. I had tried ignoring it till I couldn’t anymore.Mom had been with Marcus for a whole year, and two weeks ago he proposed during a weekend trip. She came home practicall
The exam table's paper crinkled under me as Dr. Marcus Reed's gloved hands slid my sundress higher, exposing my thighs to the air. The clinic was deserted, the lights were dimmed, the door locked with a deliberate click he'd made earlier. At twenty-four, I was his patient, vulnerable on his table;
God, I'd been nursing this massive crush on Professor Harlan for like, two full semesters straight. It was one of those deep, gnawing aches that just twisted me up inside whenever he'd launch into his Victorian lit rants. That voice of his…deep, all commanding and shit. It'd snake around me like so
"Collins..." I heard my stepdaughter Elena moan when I stepped into the house. Her voice was a sultry whisper that slithered straight to my throbbing cock."That's it, Collins. Fuck me harder..." She moaned again. My name dripped from her lips like honey, a desperate prayer laced with filthy need.







