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last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-07-10 19:19:53

Detroit in January was colder than Sophia expected, but Marcus’s apartment was warm.

Detroit in January was colder than Sophia expected, but Marcus’s apartment was warm

He’d picked her up from the airport with snow in his hair and that same hungry look in his eyes. They barely made it through his front door before he had her pressed against the wall, duffel bag forgotten on the floor. His dog, a big, goofy mutt named Ranger, watched from the couch like he’d seen this before.

“Missed you,
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  • Pure Pleasures (A Collection of short Stories)   Chapter 5

    Sarah’s hands shook as she deleted Jenna’s latest text. *Call me. Seriously worried about you.* She hadn’t answered in two days. Damien had been keeping her busy, literally. Every time she reached for her phone he’d find a way to distract her. Mouth between her legs. Cock buried deep. Fingers wrapped around her throat just tight enough to make her head spin. She was starting to feel like a prisoner who didn’t want to leave. He came out of the bathroom, towel around his waist, water still dripping down his chest. “You good?” “Yeah,” she lied. He didn’t buy it. Crossed the room and pulled her into his lap on the couch. “Talk to me.” She hesitated. “This is moving really fast. I haven’t seen my friends. I barely leave the apartment except for work. And you’re always… here.” “I’m here because I want to be with you.” His hand slid up her thigh under the oversized t-shirt she was wearing. “You want space?” The question felt like a test. She shrugged. “I don’t know.” His fingers bru

  • Pure Pleasures (A Collection of short Stories)   Chapter 4

    Sarah stood in the shower the next morning letting the hot water beat on her shoulders. Bruises were starting to show up on her hips where Damien had gripped her too hard last night. Her wrists still had faint red lines from the belt. She touched one and felt a fresh pulse between her legs. Sick. That’s what she was. Getting turned on by the evidence of how rough he was with her. The bathroom door opened. He stepped in behind her without asking, hands sliding around her waist, pulling her back against his chest. His cock was already hard, pressing against her ass. “Couldn’t wait?” she asked, voice hoarse. “Nope.” He bit her shoulder lightly. “Turn around.” She did. He lifted her up against the tile wall like it was nothing and slid into her in one smooth thrust. The stretch made her moan. He fucked her steady and deep, water pouring over both of them, eyes locked on hers the whole time. “Look at me when I’m inside you,” he said. She couldn’t look away even if she wanted

  • Pure Pleasures (A Collection of short Stories)   Chapter 3

    Sarah woke up alone the next morning. The spot beside her was still warm, but Damien was gone. She sat up fast, heart pounding. Part of her hoped he’d finally left. The bigger part felt a weird twist of disappointment. Then she smelled coffee. He was in the kitchen wearing only sweatpants, scrolling through his phone like he lived there. When she walked in he looked up and smiled, that same small, dangerous smile. “Morning. Made you breakfast.” She pulled his hoodie tighter around herself. “You can’t just keep staying here.” “I can.” He set a plate in front of her—toast, bacon, eggs again. “Eat.” She sat down because her legs still felt shaky from yesterday. Every time she moved she felt the soreness between her thighs. A reminder. He watched her take the first bite, satisfied. “I have to go to work today,” she said. “For real this time. Bills don’t pay themselves.” Damien nodded like he’d expected that. “I’ll walk you there. Wait for you after.” “No. That’s too

  • Pure Pleasures (A Collection of short Stories)   Chapter 2

    Sarah woke up with a heavy arm draped over her waist. Damien’s body was pressed against her back, warm and solid, his breathing slow and even. For a second she thought it was a dream—until she felt the ache between her legs and the dried mess on her thighs. Last night crashed back in. The bat. The kiss. The way he’d fucked her over the couch like he’d been waiting years for it. She tried to slip out from under his arm. His grip tightened instantly. “Going somewhere?” His voice was rough with sleep, lips brushing the back of her neck. “Bathroom,” she muttered. He let her go but watched her the whole way across the room. Naked. No shame at all. She felt his eyes on her ass until she closed the door. In the bathroom she splashed water on her face and stared at herself in the mirror. Cheeks flushed, a couple faint marks on her neck from his mouth. She should be freaking out. Calling the cops. Changing the locks. Instead her body was already humming again, low and needy. What the fuc

  • Pure Pleasures (A Collection of short Stories)   Chapter 1

    Sarah locked her apartment door and leaned against it for a second, kicking off her heels. Another long shift at the bookstore, feet killing her, and that same prickly feeling on the back of her neck the whole walk home. Like someone was right there, just out of sight. She’d felt it for weeks now. Maybe months. At first she thought she was losing it—stress from the divorce, the late nights restocking shelves, too much true crime on her phone before bed. But it kept happening. A shadow across the street when she left work. The same black hoodie guy at the coffee shop two days in a row. Her bedroom window blinds slightly off when she came home one night. Little things. Nothing she could prove. She poured a glass of cheap red and flopped on the couch, flipping through her phone. Delete, delete. Another dick pic from some idiot on the apps. She wasn’t even looking anymore. After her ex, she’d sworn off men for a while. Too much control, too many mind games. But tonight the apartment

  • Pure Pleasures (A Collection of short Stories)   The Diner Shift

    The diner was dragging on that Thursday night like it always did. Only a handful of customers scattered around, two truckers in the corner booth arguing about routes, an old guy at the counter who came in every night for decaf and pie, and a young couple sharing fries. I was twenty-one, stuck on the late shift again because rent was due in three days and tips were the only thing keeping me from living in my car. My name tag said “Lacey” in letters that were peeling off. The apron was dirty with old grease and ketchup from a busy lunch rush earlier. My hair was pulled back in a sloppy ponytail that kept falling apart no matter how many times I fixed it. He walked in right around ten, same as most weeks. Mr. Whitaker. Richard to the folks who knew him from around town. Fifty-seven. Owned those auto parts stores out on the highway that supplied half the mechanics in the county. He always sat in my section, usually the booth by the window where he could watch the traffic go by. Black co

  • Pure Pleasures (A Collection of short Stories)   Starving VI: Filthy

    The second the suite door locked, all three of them lost it. Victor shoved me hard against the wall, ripping the straps of my dress down so my heavy tits spilled out. He grabbed them roughly, squeezing hard enough to leave bruises. Like he wanted to pop it off. “These fat fucking udders,” he

  • Pure Pleasures (A Collection of short Stories)   Starving V: Hungry Eyes

    The moment Patricia and I stepped into the Grand Ballroom, I felt the shift in the air. Heads turned instantly and conversations paused mid-sentence. They weren't even trying to hide it. But me? I just kept my chin high, shoulders back, letting the tight black dress hug every inch of my body.

  • Pure Pleasures (A Collection of short Stories)   Starving II - The Governor's Whore

    Damien yanked his cock out of my mouth with a loud pop. Spit dripped down my chin onto my tits as I stayed there on my knees, blinking up at him, still tasting him on my tongue.“What the fuck, Linda?” he hissed, staring at his phone, his eyes already darkened. My pussy was still throbbing, juices

  • Pure Pleasures (A Collection of short Stories)   Starving - Pilot

    My fingers were buried deep inside my dripping pussy, and I was moaning like a whore into the empty bedroom.“Fuck, Damien… right there, baby,” I gasped, my voice already hoarse from moaning so much. I had two fingers pumping hard into my soaked hole while my thumb rubbed furious circles on my swol

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