LOGINMy hands tightened around the clothes I was holding. The fabric still smelled like us , faint traces of sweat, something warmer and more intimate, and the soft floral body wash we had shared in the shower. It clung stubbornly to the material, like the memory itself refused to fade. I swallowed hard, my chest tightening as that scent wrapped around me, pulling me backward into moments I wasn’t ready to relive. I felt dirty all over again. Not just in the physical sense, but deeper, somewhere under my skin, in the quiet corners of my thoughts. Dirty for wanting him even now, when I knew what kind of people he worked with. Dirty for the way my body still responded to him, traitorous and alive, even while my mind screamed at me to run as far and as fast as I could.I shifted my weight, the room suddenly feeling too small, too heavy with everything I wasn’t saying out loud. My fingers curled tighter into the fabric, like I needed something solid to hold onto before I unraveled completely.
“Okay,” Clara said flatly, her tone neutral but carrying that familiar edge of subtle judgment. She didn’t wait for any further explanation. She simply stepped past me into the house, her heels clicking sharply against the floor as she walked straight toward the dining area. I caught a faint whiff of her perfume , clean, expensive, and composed, which only made the artificial floral air freshener I had sprayed earlier feel even more obvious and cheap. I closed the door behind her softly, the latch clicking into place like a period at the end of a sentence I didn’t want to finish. My heart was still hammering. The bundle of clothes clutched against my chest felt heavier than it should , my bra, panties, skirt, blouse, and Adrian’s tie all crumpled together like dirty secrets. I turned and headed back up the stairs, my legs still slightly unsteady from everything that had happened downstairs and in the shower. By the time I reached the bedroom, Adrian was already dressed in another s
The name that popped up on the screen was indeed Clara’s. The bright letters stared back at me like an accusation. My stomach twisted instantly.“It’s Clara,” I called out toward the bathroom, my voice sounding strained even to my own ears. I was still deeply disgusted with myself. The warm afterglow of the shower, the taste of Adrian still lingering on my tongue, the way my body had responded so eagerly to him just minutes ago , it all felt sickening now. How could I have lost myself so completely? Clara thinks her brother is some kind of saint, a perfect man who could do no wrong. If only she knew the kind of man he really was… and what I had just been doing with him while carrying all these dangerous secrets.I quickly dried my body with the towel, my movements jerky and rushed. The pleasant scent of the body wash was now mixed with the heavy, unmistakable aroma of sex that still clung to the air. I threw on my clothes as fast as I could , the fabric sticking slightly to my damp s
“Baby… you’re going to make me cum again,” he groaned, his voice strained with building pleasure. His fingers tightened gently in my wet hair as his hips started moving a little more, meeting my eager mouth. I didn’t slow down. I sucked him faster, harder, using every trick I had learned from all the times he had enjoyed my mouth before. My tongue pressed firmly along the underside of his shaft while my hand stroked the base in perfect sync with my lips.Adrian’s moans grew louder and more desperate, echoing softly against the marble walls of the shower. “Oh god… yes… just like that…” His breathing became ragged, his abs tightening visibly as pleasure coiled tighter inside him. I could feel his cock swelling even thicker between my lips, the head pulsing strongly against my tongue.With a deep, guttural moan that vibrated through his entire body, he came hard. Hot, thick spurts of cum flooded my mouth in powerful jets. I kept sucking him gently through his orgasm, swallowing every dro
I thought we were done. My body was soft and exhausted, still humming from everything we had shared. But the moment we stood under the warm cascade of the shower, Adrian’s hands gently pressed against my sore breasts. His touch was careful, almost reverent, as his palms cupped their full weight, thumbs slowly brushing over my sensitive skin.“Baby, they are so beautiful,” he whispered, his voice low and filled with genuine awe. “I can’t help but have them over and over again.”The way he said it , soft, hungry, and full of admiration, made something warm bloom deep inside my chest. I didn’t resist. I simply let him. My back rested against his strong chest as the warm water poured over us like a gentle rain, soothing my tired muscles while heightening every sensation.His fingers moved with slow, loving strokes, fondling my breasts with tender care. He cupped them from behind, gently squeezing and lifting, letting the slick soap and water help his hands glide smoothly over my skin. My
Adrian stayed buried inside me for a few more moments, savoring the way my oversensitive pussy continued to flutter and leak around his cock. Then, with a low, satisfied groan, he slowly pulled out. A thick rush of our mixed cum immediately dripped from my swollen hole, running down my thighs and onto the couch. I whimpered softly at the sudden emptiness and the messy sensation.He got up from the couch first, his muscular body glistening with sweat under the soft lighting. Without hesitation, he reached down and helped me up, sliding one strong arm around my waist for support. My legs were still weak from all our fucking , trembling violently, knees barely able to hold my weight after being pinned, folded, and used so thoroughly. I leaned heavily against him, my body soft and spent, thighs slick with his cum and my own squirt.“Easy, sweet girl,” he murmured, his voice still rough but now carrying a gentler, possessive edge. “I’ve got you.”He kept one arm wrapped firmly around me, h
HIS BLOW My body hit the ground harder than I expected , cold concrete meeting the side of my cheek, shocking, heavy, distant. And then, Voices, Sharp, Echoing. Footsteps pounding toward me. Someone gasped loudly. Another voice shouted in panic: “Oh my God, somebody call an ambulance! CALL AN AMBU
THE NIGHT I BROKE The drive to the venue felt unreal. My hands were clenched so tightly around the steering wheel that at some point I couldn’t feel my fingertips. This was Daniel’s job, driving, directing, leading. He always drove us there, always cracked jokes to ease my anxiety before these eve
WHEN IT HIT ME The hot water slid down my back in a slow, steady stream, but it didn’t warm me. It felt like it hit my skin and rolled right off, like even the water didn’t know how to comfort me anymore. I lifted my face into the stream, letting it sting my eyes and run over my lips. I didn’t mov
THE EMPTY HOUSEI woke up with a stiff neck and a heavy head, the kind of heaviness that comes when sleep wasn’t rest, just escape. The blanket on me was too thin, barely covering my legs, and the couch cushion dug into my hip. I must’ve tossed around all night.I blinked at the ceiling for a momen







