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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.A 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 ha
STRANGER AT CLUB MIRAGESecurity grabs my arm, their grip rough against my skin. I twist, trying to free myself. “Let me go!” I scream, tears spilling down my cheeks. “Ma’am, please, we can’t” “Don’t touch me!” I cry out again, my voice cracking. My eyes dart toward Daniel, desperate, searching for even a flicker of care, a word, anything. But he just stands there. Blank. Watching. Like I’m a stranger, like he doesn’t know me, like he didn’t just watch his wife being dragged out of his life in front of everyone. “Daniel!” I shout his name, but he doesn’t move.They pull me down the hallway, past the muttering crowd, phones held up high like weapons, flashing red dots recording every shameful second. Outside, the glass doors slam shut behind me. The sound echoes in my head like the final click of a lock. I stumble to the car, my chest heaving. I slide into the driver’s seat and just sit there. My hands tremble on the wheel. My reflection in the rearview mirror , messy hair, swollen e
THE SCENE AT SKYBOUNDThe moment I step out of the car, I know I don’t belong here. The glass doors ahead reflect a version of me I barely recognize ,bare face, oversized T-shirt that hangs past my thighs, bathroom flip-flops smacking against the tiled floor as I walk. My hair is still damp from the shower, sticking to my neck. I look… undone. everyone inside looks like they belong on a magazine cover , polished, pressed, perfect . I got very curious stares as I storm into the reception area. My flip flops slapping against the polished tiles as I storm through the doors . The receptionist’s eyes go wide the moment she sees me. “Uh… ma’am, can I help you?”she asks. “ I’m here to see Daniel,” I say, voice firm, steady or at least I try to make it sound that way , “ma’am, I’m sorry, but you can’t just walk in like that ”“I said , I need to see Daniel ! ,” I cut her off. She blinks, clearly confused. “I understand that ma’m , but you would need to book an appointment for that, he’s in a
WHAT'S LEFT BEHIND I don’t even know how long I sit there before I finally move. I clean up the plates, wipe down the counter even though it’s spotless. His coffee cup is still half full. The rim has a faint print of his lips, I pour out the content and then rinse his cup and leave it upside down on the rack. My hands keep moving because if they stop, I’ll think too much. I go into the bedroom and start straightening the sheets, trying not to remember what happened last night and this morning. The wardrobe door is slightly open, just enough to see his side rows of shirts and suits, all lined up like they’re waiting for him, I step closer, my fingers brushing over the sleeves, the smooth fabric under my skin. I used to help him pick ties in the morning. He’d ask, “Blue or grey?” and I’d tease, “Blue makes you look like you care.” He’d laugh. I can almost hear it now. I pull out one of his shirts and hold it against me, closing my eyes for a second, maybe I just overreacted. I pull
CRACKS IN THE MORNING My eyes opened, as soon as I felt his hands rubbing on my thighs, I turn to him , “Morning” I say to him , smiling lightly as warmth floods through me at his touch. “Did you enjoy last night?” He asked with a smirk on his face . “I did ” I lied, he didn’t say anything to me after the sex last night. He traces his hands from thighs up and softly cups my breasts, my breath hitched as he caressed them. “I want to give you more of that” he says as moves much closer now, he takes my hands and guides them to feel how hard his dick was. I gasp . He knows how to drive me crazy , “I want that” I mutter, looking into his eyes as i surrender to him. he turns me the other way , my back now facing him , he grabs my neck softly , as he slides his hard dick slide inside my soaked throbbing pussy, I moan after each thrust , “Take that dick” he says going faster, and faster and….”arghh” he cries pulling out . I watch him quickly get up and get into the shower. I knew he wasn
DISTANCE BETWEEN US I keep checking the curtains. Three times now. They were straight the first time, but I keep tugging them anyway, like maybe it’ll make the house feel more perfect. The way he likes it. Daniel always notices the smallest things, and I want everything to be right when he gets home. The dining table is set for two. I made steak, his favorite. Roasted potatoes too, because he likes them crispy on the outside and soft in the middle. Asparagus with a little butter and garlic. The plates are already out, the napkins folded just like he prefers. I even lit the candles.It’s quiet, except for the sound of the clock ticking. I sit down, then stand back up. I smooth the tablecloth again. I walk to the mirror by the hallway and check my hair. My makeup. My smile. I don’t even know how many times I’ve done that tonight.He should be home any minute. He said he wouldn’t be too late. He said that yesterday too. I glance at the clock. 8:30. I sigh, take a deep breath, and walk t







