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Altitude Fever
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2026-06-23 03:51:45
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Pure Pleasures (A Collection of short Stories) Altitude Fever
Elena adjusted her skirt as she climbed the stairs into the Gulfstream, the jet’s engines already whining softly on the tarmac. She hated these trips. Corporate fixer meant she spent half her life cleaning up other people’s messes, and this one smelled like trouble from the start. Damien Cross didn’t do normal meetings. He did this—private jet, last-minute summons, vague agenda about “synergies” between his latest tech acquisition and her client’s crumbling defense contract. The cabin smelled like leather and money. Cream seats wide enough to sleep in, dark wood trim, a full bar in the back. Damien was already there, sprawled in one of the captain’s chairs like he owned the sky. Which he did, in a way. Early thirties, sharp jaw, expensive watch glinting under the soft lights. His eyes flicked over her—legs, hips, the open collar of her blouse—before settling on her face with a half-smile that said he’d already won whatever game this was. “Elena Voss,” he said, not bothering to s
Pure Pleasures (A Collection of short Stories) Midnight on the Azure
Lena adjusted the strap of her camera bag, the salt air already sticking her blouse to her back as she stepped off the tender onto the yacht’s lower deck. The Azure stretched out like something that didn’t belong in the real world,was three hundred feet of dark glass and polished teak, lights glowing low and golden along every railing. She’d gotten the call six hours ago: emergency replacement for some big-name photographer who’d bailed. Double the usual rate, plus a cabin if she needed to stay over. She’d said yes before she could think twice. A crew member in a crisp white uniform led her up a sweeping staircase. Music thumped softly from the main deck, deep bass, nothing too aggressive. Maybe thirty people scattered around, all the kind of beautiful that money keeps polished. Lena kept her head down, already framing shots in her mind. She was here to work. She spotted him almost immediately. Marcus Vale leaned against the bar like he owned the horizon. Which, technically,
Pure Pleasures (A Collection of short Stories) After the Afterparty
The house was finally quiet at 4:07 a.m. Empty bottles everywhere, red Solo cups crushed underfoot, the stench of spilled beer and weed smoke hanging thick in the air. Riley had crashed on the couch after her ride bailed, too buzzed and tired to call another Uber. She was the friend-of-a-friend—some girl from work dragged her along, and now she was stuck here until morning. She heard movement in the kitchen. Clinking glass, running water. The brooding guy who’d been watching her all night. Ethan. Best friend of the host, tall and quiet with that permanent scowl and sleeves of tattoos. He’d mostly stayed in the background, nursing beers and shooting her looks that made her stomach flip. “Still here?” His voice was low, rough from smoke and shouting over music earlier. Riley sat up, tugging her short skirt down. “Yeah. My ride flaked. You cleaning up?” “Somebody has to.” He leaned in the doorway, wiping his hands on a towel. Dark eyes dragged over her bare legs, the way her
Pure Pleasures (A Collection of short Stories) Room 413
The hotel bar at the Grand Marquis was still humming at midnight, even on a Tuesday. Isabella was three champagne cocktails deep, celebrating the promotion that had finally come through after two years of ass-kissing. She felt loose, powerful, and horny as hell in her tight red dress that hugged her ass and pushed her tits up like an offering. She noticed him the second he walked in. Mid-thirties, expensive suit that fit like it was made for his broad shoulders, dark hair with a little silver at the temples, and the kind of sharp jawline that made smart girls do stupid things. He ordered a whiskey neat, then scanned the room like he owned it. His eyes landed on her and stayed. Victor. That’s what he told her when he slid onto the stool next to hers ten minutes later. “Celebrating?” His voice was smooth, low, with an edge that made her stomach tighten. “Big time,” she said, crossing her legs so her dress rode higher. “You?” “Trying to forget the divorce papers I signed this
Pure Pleasures (A Collection of short Stories) Last Train Home
The argument with her sister still hurt in her chest as Sophie kicked off her sandals and peeled off her sundress at the edge of the hidden cove. 2:17 a.m. The beach was dead quiet except for the low crash of waves. Moonlight painted everything silver and black. She needed this, the cold shock of the ocean, the salt scrubbing her raw. She waded in naked, the water hitting her thighs, then her waist, then her tits. A sharp inhale as it reached her neck. She ducked under, came up gasping, pushing wet hair back from her face. For the first time all night, her head felt clear. She didn’t hear him until he was already in the water. “Little late for a swim, don’t you think?” Sophie spun around, heart slamming. A guy stood waist-deep a few yards away, shirtless, water streaming down a heavily muscled chest and abs. Local, by the look of him--tanned, scruffy dark hair, strong jaw, maybe thirty. Tattoos across one shoulder. He wasn’t smiling, but his eyes were eating her alive under
Pure Pleasures (A Collection of short Stories) Salt 'n Sin
The subway car was almost empty at 1:42 a.m. Just the rattle of the tracks and the flicker of dying fluorescent lights overhead. Elena slumped in a seat near the back, legs crossed tight, still replaying the disaster of a date in her head, cheap wine, worse conversation, and the asshole had the nerve to ask if she was “putting out” before dessert even came. She was done. All she wanted was her bed and maybe her vibrator if she wasn’t too exhausted. The train stopped at the next station. Heavy boots thudded down the aisle and a guy dropped into the seat across from her, legs spread wide like he owned the place. Construction worker, probably. Dirty jeans, worn work boots, flannel shirt open over a tight black tee that showed off thick arms and a solid chest. Tattoos peeked from his collar. Short beard, messy dark hair, eyes that locked on her immediately. Elena looked away first, but she felt him staring anyways. Heat crawled up her neck. When she glanced back, he was still watc
Pure Pleasures (A Collection of short Stories) Slutty Stepmom 2
The next few days were torture. I couldn’t look at Mammy without my face heating up and my pussy getting wet remember what happened just yesterday. Every time she walked past me in the kitchen, brushing her hand against my waist or giving me that knowing little smile, I remembered how her fingers
Pure Pleasures (A Collection of short Stories) Slutty Stepmom
I slammed the front door harder than I meant to, the sound echoing through the dark 🏠 It was 2:17 a.m. according to my phone. My eyes were swollen from crying the whole drive home, and my chest felt like someone had kicked a hole in it. Jake had dumped me in the middle of a crowded bar like I
Pure Pleasures (A Collection of short Stories) Locked in the Penthouse IV
Clara woke up the next morning with her face stuck to the pillow in a puddle of dried drool and cum. Her asshole still burned from the massive plug, her cunt felt raw and puffy, and every muscle screamed. She didn’t even try to move when Damon walked in carrying a tray of food and a thick manila
Pure Pleasures (A Collection of short Stories) Locked in the Penthouse III
Clara waited until she heard the shower running. Damon had left the bedroom door cracked after he finished using her mouth that morning--some small test or maybe just carelessness. Her heart pounded so hard she felt sick, and the chain between her wrists was long enough today. She could move.
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