Mag-log inChapter 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: Wrong number 🍆🍆I was already in a bad mood when I grabbed my phone.Today has been a pure disaster. My professor had called me out in front of the entire lecture hall for a wrong answer that wasn’t even wrong. My shift at the campus café ran an hour late because someone called out. Then the bus broke down two stops from my apartment and I had to walk the rest of the way in shoes that were actively trying to murder my feet. By the time I collapsed onto my bed, still in my work shirt, all I wanted was to complain to someone who would get it.I opened my messages and tapped the chat with my best friend, Lila.Me: If one more thing goes wrong today I swear I’m going to scream. Professor Reynolds is a walking midlife crisis and the bus driver looked like he wanted to leave me on the side of the road. I need wine to calm my nerves.I hit send without double-checking the name at the top of the screen.Three dots appeared almost immediately.Unknown: Wow. Rough day, princess?I
Chapter 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
"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.
Her hips lingered in my head, occupying my mind and flooding my thoughts. I threw my pen onto the ground, unable to concentrate on my work because now my mind was tied to my neighbor. She had a curvy, sexy figure that could make anyone horny from just staring. She was a married woman, older than me
Chapter 2: A taste of temptationWe stood side by side at the kitchen counter working on the dough, and the unspoken tension kept increasing. Every little move I made turned into some kind of forbidden teasing. I had brushed my hip against his thigh when I reached for the flour. I let my arm slide
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







