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.“You know your problem is that you think that I hate you…” Clara said, her heels clicking sharply against the polished marble floor as she picked up her pace to match mine. I paused mid-step, turning slightly toward her, expectant. The air between us crackled with tension.She closed the distance, voice low but cutting. “…I know you come from the other firm. I just need you out of Adrian’s world. I hate that you’re in it. That’s why I gave you that assignment, to get yourself out of the way.”“But I did everything that you wanted,” I shot back, my voice steady despite the anger simmering beneath my skin. “Ohh, and look…” I said, pointing toward the large TV screen mounted on the wall, The news was playing footage of the campaign rally from earlier that week , glowing coverage, record attendance, and positive polling spikes. “Seems like it saved your ass. So can I breathe now?”I reached out and tapped the elevator button repeatedly, willing the doors to open faster. Clara let out a sh
The drive to the office was surprisingly fast. Traffic was lighter than I expected, and before I knew it, Adrian was pulling up in front of the Aurex building.The large glass structure reflected the morning sunlight, looking far more peaceful than it had over the last few days.Adrian stopped the car near the entrance. “I'll be back,” he said casually. Before I could ask where he was going, he flashed me a quick smile and accelerated away.I stood there for a moment watching the car disappear into traffic. Then I turned and headed inside. The moment I entered the building, I noticed the difference.Aurex wasn't exactly empty. But compared to the madness of yesterday, it felt almost deserted. The constant flow of journalists was gone. The crowds of supporters had vanished.Even the paparazzi who had practically camped outside the building over the last few days were nowhere to be seen.Most of the campaign activities had apparently moved to another venue. As a result, the office felt
“Can I stick it in again?” Adrian asked, his voice thick with that familiar raw hunger. He grabbed my hands gently but firmly, guiding them down to the prominent bulge straining against the front of his gray sweatpants. The heat radiating through the soft fabric was immediate and intense. My fingers traced the thick outline of his cock, feeling it twitch and harden further under my touch. Even after everything we’d done yesterday , the rough office fuck, the shower, the bed, and his tongue on the kitchen island just minutes ago , he was already aching for more. The man was insatiable.“Okay,” I whispered, my voice breathy and laced with conflicted desire.I hooked my fingers into the waistband of his sweatpants and pulled them down slowly, letting his heavy cock spring free. It bobbed in the air between us, thick and veined, the head glistening with a bead of pre-cum that slowly dripped down the shaft in a shiny trail. The sight was obscene and mesmerizing. His dick looked almost angry
I smiled, a soft, slightly breathless curve of my lips that hid the whirlwind of thoughts racing through my mind. The memory of yesterday flooded back in vivid detail, how Adrian had rammed this pussy so hard throughout the day, even stealing moments at the office. My body still carried the echoes of that roughness: the pleasant ache between my thighs, the faint bruises on my hips, the way my pussy throbbed now at the mere recollection. “So can I eat you out?” he asked, his voice dropping into that low, hungry register that always weakened my resolve. His face took on that familiar begging plea , dark eyes wide and boyish, lips slightly parted, the kind of expression that made him look almost vulnerable despite the dangerous man I knew him to be. I couldn’t help it. That look always pulled at something deep inside me, a treacherous mix of affection and lust that clouded my better judgment.“Plus, I have a surprise for you,” he added, his hands sliding down to hug me tightly. His pa
His arms tightened around me, pulling me flush against his solid chest with that familiar possessive strength that always made my breath catch. The warmth of his bare skin seeped through the thin fabric of his oversized t-shirt I was wearing, reminding me vividly of how those same arms had pinned me to the bed last night, holding me open as he drove deep inside me. Even now, in the bright morning light of the kitchen, the memory sent a traitorous pulse of heat between my still-sore thighs. I could feel the faint stir of his arousal pressing against my stomach through his sweatpants, a silent promise that breakfast could easily turn into something much more heated if I let it.“I’m not sure you’ll know them,” Adrian said casually, his voice smooth and confident as he answered my earlier question about the campaign backers. “But we have lots and lots of investors. Some pretty big names in the industry, actually. People who understand vision when they see it.” His tone was light, almost
He kissed me softly once more before pulling out carefully. I winced at the emptiness and the fresh soreness, but he was already reaching for a warm cloth from the bedside table, cleaning me with surprising gentleness. The contrast nearly broke something inside me.“Stay with me tonight,” he said quietly, pulling me into his arms under the covers. “Don’t run this time” ——————————————————————I opened my eyes slowly, the morning light filtering through the half-drawn curtains of Adrian’s bedroom, casting soft golden stripes across the rumpled sheets. My body still hummed with the aftereffects of last night a pleasant soreness between my legs, faint bruises on my hips from his gripping hands, and a deep, bone-weary satisfaction that made me want to sink back into the pillows. But reality crashed in quickly. I reached for my phone on the nightstand, heart picking up speed as I checked the screen. No response from Daniel. No missed calls or cryptic messages from the blackmailer either.
DO I SIGN IT? The next morning, I didn’t wake up feeling so good.I didn’t even make it to the bedroom. My phone slipped from my hand onto the cushion beside me, screen still glowing with another fresh wave of notifications I didn’t have the stomach to read. The blanket I’d pulled over myself had
When the taxi finally rolled to a stop outside my building, the engine idling with a low, tired rumble, I felt the stigma settle over me like a second skin. It wasn’t visible, no one was watching from the windows, no neighbor poked their head out to stare, but it was there all the same. Heavy. Fami
BACK TO BASE When the plane finally touched down in my city, the wheels hitting the tarmac with that familiar thud, I felt the shift immediately. The cabin pressure equalized, the seatbelt sign chimed off, and just like that, Greece was gone. The soft, salt-laced Mediterranean air that had wrapped
Now we were side by side, facing the large rectangular mirror that stretched the full length of the wall. I could see her without turning my head. She could see me. No hiding. No pretending.The automatic faucet in front of me was still running. I hadn’t turned it off properly. Water streamed in a







