Kate
My mind playing tricks with me and my body reacting to this stranger, Viktor Marshall, in a way it never did before. He makes me wanna do all the mistakes in the world there is.
He was caressing my inner thigh until he reached where it tingles the most. He palmed my pussy over my lacy panties and I was lost. I was lost in the pleasure.
"Hmmm..." I moaned out loud, his fingers doing wonders. He was just starting and I was already on the edge. He stood behind me, covering me up with his huge body and I was facing the view outside, my back to his front. He rubbed his hardness on my lower back and hips. The friction causing pain and pleasure.
"Just stand still and spread your legs," he said in a hoarse and husky voice to which I obliged. I was spreading my legs in public, to a stranger who also happens to be my boss and who also happens to be my father's age. I was beyond control, I spread my legs apart for him without any shame, he inserted his right ha
ViktorViktor finds himself standing on his balcony, gazing at the stars in the dimming evening sky. The view is distant and somewhat cloudy, but the stars still manage to pierce through the murk. There’s an unsettling feeling brewing within him, a sense of separation from his wife Caroline that has been growing for some time now. The relationship between Viktor and Caroline has become increasingly distant, and he has begun to feel like they are leading separate lives. Caroline’s recent attempts to show concern about Viktor’s personal life feel intrusive. Viktor knows that what he does or who he dates should be of no concern to her. However, despite his firm stance, something keeps gnawing at him.Standing near him on the balcony is Kate, with whom Viktor has shared a long and complex connection. She stands, quietly watching the stars, her presence simultaneously comforting and agonizing for Viktor. As Viktor observes Kate from a distance, he can’t help but notice the quiet beauty i
KateThe weekend had finally arrived, and I was looking forward to some much-needed downtime. After a hectic week at work, filled with meetings, deadlines, and the heavy tension surrounding Viktor, I just wanted to clear my head. But when my phone buzzed, my heart skipped a beat. It was a message from Viktor.It read: "Hey Kate, are you free this evening? I’d really like to talk. Can you come over to my place?"My pulse quickened as I stared at the message. The request was simple, but there was something in the words that struck a chord in me. Viktor and I hadn’t had an honest conversation in weeks—at least not about what really mattered. There had been moments of tension between us at work, and I knew something had changed, but I had no idea what. Our last real interaction had been at the office, when he confessed his uncertainty about his marriage to Caroline. The look in his eyes then had lingered in my mind. That brief, raw vulnerability. I wanted to understand more.But there was
KateThe day had been fairly ordinary at the office. The usual bustle of meetings, phone calls, and deadlines were enough to keep me focused, but there was an undercurrent of tension I couldn’t quite shake. Viktor, had been particularly difficult to read today. He’s always been someone who wears his emotions on his sleeve, or at least, he used to be. Lately, though, something had changed. There were moments where he would look at me, his gaze lingering for just a little too long, before quickly averting his eyes. It felt as if he was holding something back, something important, but couldn’t find the words to say it.Viktor was usually straightforward, so this sudden withdrawal was strange. I had never seen him like this before, and it made me feel uneasy. It wasn’t just the tension between us, but also the unresolved question about his relationship with Caroline, his wife. They were married, yes, but there was always a certain distance between them when it came to work functions or ca
Kate The morning after the gala was a foggy haze of forgotten details and lingering discomfort. My head throbbed from too many drinks, and I could still taste the remnants of the evening in the back of my throat. I rolled out of bed with a groan, blinking against the harsh sunlight that filtered through the blinds. As I stumbled to the bathroom, the events of the previous night came flooding back. The gala, the laughter, the music. And then there was Ethan. It was just a night. But now, in the cold light of morning, I couldn’t shake the feeling that it was something more to him. Or maybe it was just me.The remnants of last night's frivolities came crashing back like a wave. The hangover was immediate. My head throbbed with the intensity of a thousand drumbeats. I instinctively reached for my phone, blinking at the bright light of the screen that felt like a spotlight aimed directly at my skull. It was already past nine in the morning—too late.With a curse muttered under my breat
KateThe Gala AftermathThe grand ballroom shimmered with gold and silver. The chandeliers above glittered like diamonds, casting a soft glow over the crowd below. The music was slow, the rhythm a gentle pulse that seemed to carry the weight of the night. I stood near the edge of the crowd, nursing a glass of champagne. It tasted fine, but it wasn’t enough to drown the turmoil swirling inside me.I shouldn’t have come tonight. Every part of me had screamed to stay home, to avoid this spectacle. Yet here I was, staring across the room at Viktor, his broad shoulders set in their usual way, the confidence in his posture undeniable. And there, by his side, was Caroline.The image stung.It was supposed to be just the two of us tonight, wasn’t it? We had made plans—hadn't we? But Viktor always had a way of making promises fade into nothing. And now, there he was, with Caroline laughing at something he had said, their proximity unmistakable. The sight of them together twisted something insi
KateThe lights in the ballroom were dimmed, casting a warm glow across the room, and the music played a soft, rhythmic hum in the background. The annual office gala had been an event I had been both dreading and anticipating all week, knowing that it would be my one real chance to speak with Viktor. But as the evening wore on, I found myself standing alone at the bar, nursing a glass of wine and feeling the weight of the world on my shoulders.The gala was a blur of laughter, clinking glasses, and the occasional polite exchange. Everyone was in their best attire, their best smiles, but I couldn’t shake the tension building in my chest. I had hoped this night would be different—an opportunity to finally speak to Viktor, to clear the air between us but that hasn't been fruitful and he went away with the promise to discuss. After that he was surrounded by people, always in the midst of conversation, and every time I tried to approach him, he seemed to pull away.“Hey, Kate. Enjoying the