LOGINChapter 4: Risky moments 👄💦💦The next three days blurred together in the most dangerous, addictive way possible. Sarah’s return kept getting delayed, first it was because of her mom’s car, then because of some issue that needed sorting out. Each time she called to apologize, David and I would exchange a look across the room that made my stomach flip. We both knew what it meant: more time alone. More chances to give in.We tried to be careful at first. We kept our hands to ourselves during the day. We cooked meals together, swam in the lake, and sat on the deck talking about normal things. But the second the sun went down and the house grew quiet, the restraint disappeared.The first night after the storm, we didn’t even make it to the bedroom. I was washing dishes at the sink when David came up behind me. He pressed his body against my back, his hands sliding around my waist. His mouth found my neck as he whispered, “I can’t stop thinking about how you felt around me.” Before I
Chapter 3: Fucked in the darkThe rest of that day passed in a kind of haze. After what happened in the boathouse, David and I barely spoke. We went back to the house, cleaned up, and tried to act normal. I helped him make lunch, we sat out on the deck looking at the lake, and talked about safe, ordinary things like the weather and my exams coming up. But underneath every word, the memory of his fingers inside me kept coming back. I could still feel how wet I had been for him, how good his touch felt, and how close we had come to crossing a line we could never uncross.By evening the tension had grown between us it was almost unbearable. We ate dinner on the deck as the sun went down.David opened a bottle of wine and poured us each a glass. The conversation stayed light, but his eyes kept drifting to my lips, to my legs, to the thin straps of my sundress. I kept crossing and uncrossing my legs under the table, hyper-aware of how sensitive and needy I still felt.After dinner the sk
Chapter 2: Breaking the chains🍆🍆🍆The next morning the lake house felt different. Sunlight poured through the big windows, and the smell of coffee drifted up from the kitchen. I lay in bed for a while, replaying everything from the night before. The way David had stood in the lake, completely naked, water running down his body. The way he had looked at me without rushing to cover himself. The way I had touched myself afterward, moaning his name like it was the most natural thing in the world.I told myself it was just a silly crush. He was my best friend’s dad. Twice my age. Recently divorced, sure, but still completely off-limits. Yet when I finally went downstairs, my stomach fluttered the second I saw him.David was at the stove flipping eggs, wearing a simple black t-shirt and gray shorts. His hair was still a little damp from a shower, and the fabric of his shirt stretched nicely across his shoulders and chest. He glanced over when I walked in and gave me that calm, easy s
Chapter 1: Finger fucking fantasies 👉👈I pulled up to the lake house just after sunset.Sarah had texted me earlier saying she’d be a little late getting back from town, but her dad would be there to let me in. I hadn’t seen Mr. Reed in almost two years, not since Sarah’s high school graduation party. Back then he was just “Sarah’s hot dad” in my head. He was tall, broad-shouldered, with that quiet confidence and those deep brown eyes that always seemed to notice more than they should.Now, standing on the front porch, I felt a nervous flutter in my stomach and that had nothing to do with the long drive.The door opened before I could knock.“Emma,” Mr. Reed said with a warm smile. “Come on in. Sarah called and said she got stuck helping her mom with something. She’ll be back in a couple of days.”He looked even better than I remembered. Forty-two, recently divorced, and clearly spending more time outside.His dark hair had a few silver strands at the temples, and the simple gray t
Reading another type of book 📚 📚 💦💦🥵🥵 Chapter 1: Screwed on the shelves 🍆🍆🍆 Tonight, the book store was completely empty except for me and a regular customer I’d been hooking up with lately…Zack The rain outside had kept even the usual night owls away. I was in the back stacks, reorganizing the mystery section, when I heard Zack’s familiar footsteps. He found me between two tall shelves, a book still in his hand. He closed the distance in two strides, his hands cupping my face as his mouth claimed mine in a deep, desperate kiss. I moaned into it, my hands sliding up his chest as our tongues tangled. The kiss was filled with hunger and perfection. He backed me against the shelf, books shifting slightly behind me as his body pressed flush against mine. I could feel how hard he already was through his jeans. His hands roamed my body greedily, sliding under my simple black work blouse, his palms gliding over my skin, cupping my breasts through my bra. He squeeze
Laundry services👅💦💦Chapter 1: Riled on the counter 🍆🍆🍆🍑🍑🍑Recently, I’d been working the 11 p.m. to 7 a.m. shift for the past semester to help cover tuition and rent. It gave me time to study at the day time, and the pay was decent.Most nights were quiet. People came in, did their laundry, and left, and I couldn't care less. Except for one regular client.He started showing up around 3 a.m. a few weeks ago. He was tall, had an athletic build, probably in his early thirties, with messy dark hair that always looked like he’d run his hands through it after a long day. He carried himself with quiet confidence, wearing expensive watches, tailored shirts even at late hours, and a calm intensity that made the empty laundromat feel smaller when he was in it. He always used the same row of machines in the back corner and sat in the same leather chair while waiting.I never knew his name. He never offered it. But I looked forward to his visits more than I cared to admit. Though rec
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.







