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Pure Pleasures (A Collection of short Stories) Literature & Lust
The English department hallway was dead quiet, the vending machine bummed out lown down by the stairwell. Mia checked her watch—11:17 p.m. She should have left hours ago, but Professor Hale’s email had been short and insistent: *My office. Tonight. Thesis notes.* She knocked once and pushed the door open. Damon Hale sat behind his heavy oak desk, sleeves rolled up, tie loosened, reading glasses perched on the bridge of his nose. Mid-forties, dark hair threaded with silver at the temples, the kind of permanent five-o’clock shadow that made him look like he’d stepped out of a novel himself. He’d been at the university forever—brilliant, exacting, and famously unavailable. Married to the work, people said. Never to anyone else. “Close the door,” he said without looking up. “Campus security gets nosy after ten.” Mia shut it softly. The office smelled like old books, coffee, and faint whiskey. Stacks of papers and first editions covered every surface. A single lamp cast warm l
Pure Pleasures (A Collection of short Stories) Penthouse Eclipse
Ava checked her watch for the third time in ten minutes. The penthouse was perfect—two floors of glass and steel floating eighty stories above the city, lights from the financial district sparkling like spilled diamonds below. She’d spent the last forty-eight hours coordinating everything: custom catering, discreet security, the right playlist humming low through hidden speakers. The client list was a ghost— just “the Consortium.” Cash wired upfront, no questions. She was adjusting a final floral arrangement when he appeared. Nico Laurent. Real-estate mogul. The kind of man who bought entire city blocks before breakfast. Tall, sharp-suited, dark hair, a jaw you could cut glass on. He leaned against the marble island. “Everything to your satisfaction, Mr. Laurent?” Ava asked, keeping her voice crisp and professional even as his eyes dragged over her black pencil skirt and silk blouse. “For now.” His voice was smooth, edged with darkness “You’ve done good work, Ava. But I didn’t
Pure Pleasures (A Collection of short Stories) Island of Indulgence
The seaplane skimmed low over turquoise water before touching down with a gentle splash. Isabella stepped out onto the floating dock, salt wind tugging at the thin white linen dress that clung to her body. No luggage handlers. No staff waiting with champagne. Just Julian Reyes standing barefoot at the end of the dock in faded board shorts and an open linen shirt, watching her like he’d been waiting longer than the flight. He was taller than the photos suggested, sun-bronzed, with messy dark hair and a quiet intensity that made the air feel thicker. Oil heir. Reclusive. The kind of man who disappeared from the world for months at a time and still pulled strings that moved markets. “Isabella,” he said, voice low and warm. No fake smile. Just a slow once-over that lingered on her bare legs and the way the dress outlined her nipples in the breeze. “You came.” “You paid enough for me to clear my schedule.” She kept her tone light, professional, even as heat already pooled low in her be
Pure Pleasures (A Collection of short Stories) The Velvet Underground
Maya’s heart hammered against her ribs as the heavy steel door clicked shut behind her. The invitation had cost her three grand and a favor from a source who owed her big. *The Vault* didn’t advertise. You got in because someone who mattered wanted you there—or because you were useful. Tonight she was both: freelance journalist chasing a story on the ultra-rich and their dirty little playgrounds. Inside, it didn’t look like a converted warehouse anymore. Marble floors, crystal chandeliers dripping warm light, velvet drapes the color of dried blood. The air smelled like expensive perfume, sex, and aged whiskey. Low music throbbed through hidden speakers. People moved through the main lounge like they had all the time and money in the world—some in gowns that barely covered anything, others in tailored suits, masks optional here. Consent was the only real rule. She took a glass of champagne from a passing tray and tried to look like she belonged. Her black dress hugged every curve, s
Pure Pleasures (A Collection of short Stories) Island Lockdown
Leila kicked off her sandals the second her feet hit the warm sand, the Caribbean sun beating down on her bare shoulders. She’d come to this tiny resort island to forget the divorce papers sitting on her kitchen counter back home, the empty apartment, the way her ex had drained every bit of fire out of her. Three days of cheap cocktails and pretending she was the kind of woman who danced alone at beach bars. It felt good. Free. Until the last night. She’d wandered too far down the private cove after one too many rum punches, the moon lighting the water silver. Footsteps behind her. Strong arms wrapping around her from behind before she could even scream. A hand over her mouth, a low voice in her ear with a heavy accent — “Don’t fight, princesa. You’re coming with me.” She bit down hard. He cursed but didn’t let go. A cloth over her face, sweet and chemical, and the world went black. When she woke up she was on a boat, wrists tied in front of her with soft rope, a blindfold tight
Pure Pleasures (A Collection of short Stories) Masks and Mirrors
Sofia clutched the edge of her velvet gown as the black car wound up the cliffside road. The invitation had come through a private curator network—*Masquerade Noir, one night only, no names, no phones* and she’d almost thrown it away. Art curators didn’t usually end up at events like this. But curiosity, and maybe the dry spell she’d been in for months, won out. The mansion loomed against the night sky, all stone and shadows, torches flickering along the drive. Footmen in dark suits took her coat and handed her a heavy Venetian mask, gold and black, with delicate lace edges that tied securely behind her head. It covered everything. Inside, the grand ballroom pulsed with low music and candlelight. Hundreds of masked figures moved across the marble floor in gowns and tuxedos that cost more than her yearly salary. Champagne flowed. Laughter stayed hushed, intimate. No one introduced themselves. That was the point. She’d only been there twenty minutes when she felt him watching
Pure Pleasures (A Collection of short Stories) War Cries: The Obsession - Final
The command villa sat on the ridge overlooking the ruined city. It used to belong to some local politician. Now it was Seth Kane’s private fortress. Sandbags around the windows, guards at every gate, and blackout curtains that kept the night inside. Three weeks into the occupation and the war had
Pure Pleasures (A Collection of short Stories) War Cries: The Widow in the Church
The rain had turned the streets into mud soup by the time Seth Kane’s unit reached the old church on the hill. It was one of the few buildings in this district still mostly standing. The spire had taken a hit but the main structure held. Word had come down that refugees were holed up inside — mos
Pure Pleasures (A Collection of short Stories) War Cries: Interrogation Room
The old school building on the east side of the city had taken heavy damage during the assault. Half the roof was gone, and rain leaked through in steady drips onto the cracked concrete floor. Down in the basement, though, it was different. The occupying forces had turned it into a holding area
Pure Pleasures (A Collection of short Stories) Shooting Star Wish
I was supposed to be asleep hours ago, but my pussy wouldn’t let me. My room was dark, well, just the faint glow of my phone screen light. I had my legs spread wide, knees up, two fingers buried deep inside my soaked cunt while my thumb rubbed my swollen clit in fast, nasty circles. “Fuck… yes…
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