Masuk4: Fucked raw Mark left for a three day conference two days ago. He had kissed me on my cheek at the door before he left.Liam texted at noon.Liam: Iāll stop by. Iāve got some stuff to discuss Me: OkayHe arrived at two, dressed in dark jeans and a fitted gray button down, his sleeves rolled up. The second the door shut, he backed me against it, one hand braced beside my head. āThree days,ā he said, his voice rough. āAnd Markās gone.āHe crossed the room in three strides, and grabbed the back of my neck, kissing me like he was claiming his territory. The kiss was deep, filthy and his tongue was stroking mine. His other hand pushed the robe off my shoulders until it pooled at my feet.His palm slid down my spine, cupped my ass, and lifted me. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he carried me to the bedā¦Markās bedā¦and laid me down in the center.Liam stood at the foot, unbuttoning his shirt one at a time. He parted the fabric to reveal the hard lines of his chest and stomach. He
3: Hands on his dickMark came home earlier than usual that night. He poured himself a drink and pulled me close in the kitchen, his hands roaming like he remembered I existed. His mouth found my neck, the same spot Liam had marked hours earlier.I pulled back. āNot tonight. I have a headache.āHe shrugged it off easily, already reaching for his laptop. āFine. Liam nailed those signatures today. That guyās a beast.ā He chuckled.I smiled and went upstairs alone.The ache between my legs hadnāt eased. Every time I shifted in bed, I still felt the faint touch of Liamās fingers. His last words echoed in my head: Donāt let him fuck you tonight. Save that for me.And surprisingly I obeyed.Two days later, the renovation crew were having some party in the kitchen. I was in the living room reviewing tile options when Liam texted.Liam: Mark wants me to check on the progress. Iāll be around in twenty minutes.My stomach flipped. I changed into a simple sundress for easy access, like heād a
2: Finger fucked on the table.Three days had passed, and I couldn't stop thinking about Liam.I was in the living room sorting through renovation samples when the doorbell rang again. I opened it.Liam stood there in a charcoal suit, his tie loosened just enough to show the base of his throat. He held a thick envelope. āMark needs your signature on the property addendum. Said youāre handling the contractor approvals.āI let him in without a word. The door clicked shut behind him. The house was empty except for us, and Mark was gonna be out for hours.He followed me to the dining table where the samples were spread out. I bent over the papers, with a pen in hand, aware of how my blouse pulled across my chest. Liam didnāt pretend to look away.āYouāre good at this,ā he said, voice low. āManaging the details while he runs the show. Most wives wouldāve checked out by now.āI signed the first page, trying to ignore the way he circled behind me. āI like keeping busy.āHis hand brushed my
1: Walking temptation I stood in the doorway of Markās home office, with a wine glass still in my hand from dinner, watching the new PA_Liam_ sort through a stack of contracts. Heād started two weeks ago, and already the house felt different.Mark had mentioned him a lot, and also didnāt fail to mention how efficient he is, that he is exactly what the company needed after the last one quit. I hadnāt expected him to be⦠thisā¦tall, broad shoulders, with dark hair cut and a well chiseled jawline. His sleeves were rolled up, his forearms flexing as he flipped pages. When he glanced up, his eyes locked on mine longer than usual.āEvening, Mrs. Hargrove,ā he said, his voice low and smooth. With a polite smile placed on his lips. āDidnāt mean to stay this late.āāCall me Elena,ā I replied, stepping inside. Mark was already upstairs, on a call with the investor from Tokyo, and that would last for another hour. Heād kissed my cheek absently before disappearing, and it was the same as al
The next morning, I woke up early with one clear decision. I was leaving. I had barely slept. After everything that happened between me and all the ladies I had hooked up with in just two days here. I knew if I stayed any longer, I wouldnāt be able to leave with any dignity. I packed my notebook, camera, and small bag, telling myself I had enough material to write a proper article. I slipped out of the guest hut and headed toward the forest path that led out of Aurelia. The village was still quiet, the sun was just beginning to rise. I found a large fallen tree near the edge of the woods and sat down to review my notes one last time before leaving. Thatās when I heard the low growl behind me. I turned just in time to see a large black forest cat. It was sleek, muscular, and furious, and it was launching itself at me from the shadows. āShit!ā I shouted, throwing my arms up. The animal slammed into me, knocking me off the log. Its claws raked across my shoulder
I decided to visit the village school the next morning since I heard people talk about it. The moment I stepped into the open pavilion, every head turned. Children paused their games. Teachers stopped mid-sentence. All eyes locked on meā¦the only person still wearing clothes in a place where nudity was completely normal. I felt their stares pressing on my shoulders. The contrast felt heavy, almost suffocating, as the morning breeze ruffled my heavy denim and cotton while they stood unbothered, completely bare to the elements. A few kids whispered. Of course they will. One older woman shook her head with a small, pitying smile. A young man smirked like I was some strange creature. I tried to ignore the attention and approached one of the teachers. āSo, youāre the clothed stranger everyone's talking aboutā she said, her voice calm and melodic. āAre you here to observe?ā Do I always have to be called the clothed stranger? Is it really that weird to wear clothes? I cl







