LOGINA STRANGER’S TOUCH
I didn’t stop him …the ache in my chest twists into something else , something darker , hotter . He glances at me , his jaw tight , his eyes asking a question I already know the answer to, I should’ve said no . But instead, I whisper “just drive” . The music hums low from the speakers, the city lights streaking past the windshield like broken starts . I close my eyes , trying to breathe, but my heart won’t slow down. The silence between us isn’t empty , it’s thick, charged, like we’re both pretending not to feel the same pull. “We are here “he says, smiling at me, as the car finally slows, we’re in front of a house that looks nothing like mine, tall gates, warm lights glowing through wide glass windows, and a long driveway lined with trees that shimmer under the streetlamps. It’s quiet here, too quiet, like the rest of the world doesn’t exist. He gets out of the car and opens my side of the door for me, such a gentleman, and that made me throb. He grabs my hands softly and pulls me out of the car, I catch his eyes still lingering on me, dark with a desire he’s barely holding back . He unlocks the door and steps aside, waiting for me to enter first. The air inside smells faintly of cedar and expensive cologne. The living room is spacious, with dark wood floors and soft leather couches. Everything is neat, almost too neat , like he doesn’t let anyone in often. I trail behind him, my fingers brushing against the edge of the marble counter, the coldness grounding me. My heels click softly against the floor until he turns, his eyes finding mine again. He strips his shirt off ,in one smooth motion, and my gaze betrays me , tracing every line , I forget how to breathe, his tight abs, sculpted arms , shoulders built to ruin a girl's self restraint. The faint sheen of sweat makes him glisten under the dim light, and my pulse trips over itself . God, he looks like he was carved to be touched . “Come here,” he murmurs, voice low, almost hesitant.Before I can think, his hand slips to my waist, steady but careful, drawing me toward him.Before I can think, his hand slips to my waist, steady but careful, drawing me toward him. He pulls me in, closer, I feel everything , I feel his chiseled chest ,every inch of him feels too close, every heartbeat too loud. His breath meets mine, and the space between us disappears For a moment I pretend it’s Daniel, his lips brush against mine , and I can’t help but catch it with mine, I kiss him so passionately, deeply. Now I feel his hands softly rubbing on my thighs, my senses now aroused , I give in fully , “you’re so sexy” he mutters as he kisses my neck, I gasp ,he grabs my ass , I pause , “If you’re not comfortable we can stop ,” he says quietly, we should, we really should. But instead, I take one slow step closer. Then another. His breath catches.I close my eyes, feeling the quiet throb of his heartbeat under my palms. I lean in to kiss him and he catches my lips and kisses me back , he lifts up my blouse , glancing at my breast, I don’t know when my fingers slipped into his trousers, I now feel his hard dick . He lifts me up and carries me into the bedroom , the door closes behind us, muffling the world outside. The space feels darker here , dim lights, the faint sound of rain starting against the windows, the scent of him everywhere. He drops me on his bed , and stands still, watching me like he’s afraid I’ll disappear if he moves too fast. My heart pounds so hard I can feel it in my throat, he crawls up to me , his fingers brushing a loose strand of hair from my face. The touch sends a shiver down my spine .His hand lingers at my jaw, his thumb tracing the corner of my lips,He exhales shakily, his forehead resting against mine. “If I kiss you now,” he murmurs, “I won’t be able to stop.” And I… don’t want him to. He leans in and starts kissing me , I grab his dick again and he lets out a soft moan. My body moves before my mind does as I pull down his trousers, he guides me as I take it off . Now laying on his back on the bed, watching me as I hold his hard thick dick . “Get on top” he says . I crawl up to him, his dick now rubbing on my clit . I moan as I feel him slide into me . my knees, and his hands on my waist support me as I begin to ride him slowly, Up and down , and with each stroke he moans my name ,everything inside me stirs, his hands trace up to my breasts , cupping them, “you are so sexy “ those words sends a shiver through me , undoing what little composure I have left , I ride faster , and faster …”I’m cumming , I’m cumming …, arhhhh” he exclaims as I get up from him . I lay back flat , now breathing fast , my legs weak , I feel like I’m floating. The room is quiet except for the sound of our breathing. My heart is still racing, but the rush is fading, leaving a strange, heavy calm behind. He shifts beside me, turning toward me with a soft look that makes my chest tighten. His arm slides over my stomach, like he wants to draw me closer, keep me there. I freeze. It feels too gentle, too real. Daniel never did this, never lingered, never held me afterward. The warmth of this man’s touch stirs something I don’t know how to handle.“I just want to hold you,” he murmurs against my hair. I nod, but I don’t move. I stare up at the ceiling instead, my mind already trying to build distance, to pretend this doesn’t mean anything. The sheets are warm, the air thick, and all I want is silence, to close my eyes, to stop feeling so exposed. He presses a light kiss to my shoulder. I don’t pull away, but I don’t turn toward him either. Part of me aches for the comfort he’s offering; the rest of me just wants to sleep and forget the weight of what we’ve done.HE HAD LEFT I stood outside the door, still boiling. I banged on it again, harder this time. “Open up, Daniel!!”My fist hit the wood over and over, the sound echoing down the hallway, sharp and ugly. My chest rose and fell too fast, breath tearing in and out of me like I’d just run for my life. My hands were trembling, rage shaking them, not fear. Not yet. Then I heard it.The ding of the elevator. I froze. Footsteps followed, measured, professional.I stopped banging, my fist hovering in the air as if it didn’t know what to do without anger to guide it. I swallowed hard, my throat burning. My heart was still slamming violently against my ribs, refusing to calm down. A hotel staff member walked toward me, his expression already cautious, already assessing. “Madam,” he said gently, but firmly, “is there a problem?”I turned slowly to face him.My face felt hot. My eyes burned. I knew I looked wild, hair disheveled, hoodie crooked, one foot bare, my chest still rising like I was about
INSIDE THE ROOM I kept going, Door after door, Knock, Pause, Silence, Knock again. “Room service.” Nothing. It didn’t feel like a full house at all. Too many quiet rooms. Too many unanswered doors. My footsteps echoed back at me, soft but accusatory, like the hallway itself was watching.I moved down the corridor slowly, repeating the same line, the same knock, the same practiced calm I didn’t feel. “Room service.” Nothing.Each door that stayed closed tightened something in my chest. With every step, the possibilities narrowed. Until there was only one door left. The last one.My heart sank so suddenly it felt like my body finally caught up with what my mind already knew. This was it. I stopped in front of the door and just stood there. The hallway lights hummed faintly above, casting a warm glow that made everything feel unreal, staged, like a scene I could still walk away from if I wanted to.I didn’t.I reached up and slowly pulled off my face cap. My fingers trembled as cool ai
IN THE HALLWAY I stayed still, pressed into the shadow near the pillar, my cap pulled lower, my heartbeat loud enough that I was sure the marble floor could hear it.Then the doors swung open. A group of girls spilled into the lobby at once, laughing, loud, glittering. They were dressed like they’d stepped straight out of a costume party. Corsets. Sequins. Feathers. One of them wore angel wings that brushed the glass doors. Another had a mask pushed up into her hair. They crowded the reception desk completely, voices overlapping, hands waving, phones flashing, blocking every clear line of sight.The receptionist disappeared behind their noise.My breath caught. This was my chance. I didn’t think. I moved. I slipped away from the glow of the reception lights and pushed through the emergency door at the far end of the hall. It gave a low, heavy click that sounded far too loud in my ears. For half a second I froze, waiting for an alarm.Nothing. The stairwell swallowed me whole. It smel
WATCHING THEM DISAPPEAR My phone rang, For a split second, I didn’t move. I just stared ahead, my eyes still locked on Daniel and her through the glass, my fingers frozen around the phone as it vibrated again in my palm. I didn’t want to answer. Not now. Not when my insides were already burning, twisted tight with rage, jealousy, and something far uglier.But I picked up.“Hello?” My voice sounded steadier than I felt.“What did you mean by the text you sent me?” Clara asked immediately. No greeting. No softness. Just suspicion wrapped in control.I inhaled deeply, slowly, my chest rising as my gaze refused to leave them. Daniel laughed at something the woman said. His hand slid down again, possessive, familiar. My jaw clenched.“Do you want in or not, Clara?” I snapped, the words spilling out sharper than I intended. Fury simmered beneath them, fed by the sight of his hand landing on her ass again, casual and confident, like it belonged there.There was a pause on the line.“It soun
BOOKING A ROOM I stayed.Long after my water turned warm. Long after my hands stopped trembling.I watched them finish eating like it was something I owed myself, to see it through, to punish myself with every second. Daniel stood first, pushing his chair back with that familiar ease, the one that always made him look taller, broader, unavoidable. He reached for her hand, and she rose with a softness that felt rehearsed, like she had practiced how to look delicate beside a man like him. That was when I noticed it.The wine. The glass I’d tried to see earlier, the one hidden behind his broad shoulders, finally caught the light as he stepped aside. Red. Expensive. Barely touched. My stomach twisted. Of course. Daniel didn’t drink wine like that unless it was a night meant to stretch, meant to linger.His hand slid to her waist.Slow. Confident. It rested there like it belonged, his thumb pressing slightly into the curve of her body as he guided her toward the door. My chest tightened pai
SHE WALKED INI swallowed hard and forced my gaze back to my glass. The water level had dropped halfway. My reflection stared back at me, distorted, unsteady. I barely recognized the woman looking up at me, eyes too alert, shoulders too tense, lips pressed together like they were holding secrets.I rested my elbow on the table and pressed my fingers briefly to my temple. Get it together, Emma. I took one more careful sip, slower now, deliberate. The panic didn’t disappear, but it dulled, retreating just enough for me to think clearly. I wasn’t fainting tonight. A woman walked in then.I noticed her immediately, too immediately, like my body reacted before my mind could stop it. She moved with the kind of confidence that demanded attention, heels clicking softly against the floor as if the room had shifted to make space for her. Her legs were long and slender, smooth, catching the warm restaurant light with every step. The dress she wore dipped into a deep V, her breasts unapologetical







