MasukChapter 3 - Sex in The Restroom I was getting close fast… too fast, the whole thing was too much, the fear and the heat and the wet of her mouth… and I pulled her off me before I finished. "Not yet," the man said. "Stand her up." I reached down and pulled Phiona to her feet, and she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and looked at me and then at the man. "Bend her over the sink," the man said. I turned her around and bent her over the tiny sink with her hands braced on the porcelain and her ass pushed out toward me, and I pulled her leggings and her underwear down to her knees. She was wet… she'd been wet since the window seat and she was wetter now, and I could see it glistening between her thighs in the flickering light. "Fuck her," the man said. I lined up and pushed my cock into her, and she gasped and her fingers curled around the edge of the sink. "Ohh… fuck!” she moaned. I fucked her slowly at first, deep, with my hands on her hips, and every strok
Chapter 2 - Caught In The Act A man three rows up. Turned halfway around in his seat with his phone propped against the headrest, the screen lit up, the little red dot blinking. Recording. My blood went cold. "Phiona," I said, and my voice came out wrong. She looked at me and then followed my eyes up the aisle, and she went pale. "Oh no. Oh no, no, no." The man saw us looking. He didn't put the phone down. He just smiled, slow, and turned it so we could see the screen… the two of us in the window seat, her on my lap, both of our faces clear as day. "Please," Phiona said, and she was up out of her seat and halfway up the aisle before I could stop her. "Please, sir, please don't. I'll do anything, just please don't post that." The man looked at her. He was older, maybe forty, with a plain face and a wedding band and eyes that didn't give anything away. "Anything?" he said. "Anything," she said. "Please." He looked past her at me, standing in the aisle behind her
Chapter 1 - Sex in The Night Bus The engine of the 11:40 cross-country bus had a low, steady hum that vibrated up through the floor and into the soles of my shoes. I had my backpack wedged between my feet, my hoodie bunched up under my head against the cold window. I had a window seat. Then the bus pulled into a rest stop somewhere past midnight and a woman climbed on with a duffel bag over one shoulder and a paper cup of something in her hand, and she stopped in the aisle and looked down at me with her eyebrows raised. "Hi," she said. "Is this seat taken?" "It's free," I said. She dropped the duffel and slid in next to me and set her cup in the holder, and the whole time she was settling in I caught the smell of her. She was young, mid-twenties, with dark hair pulled back loose and a cropped sweater that rode up her stomach when she reached for her seatbelt, and she crossed one leg over the other and looked at me sideways. "I'm Phiona," she said. "Mathias." "Mathias," she
Chapter 5 - Brian He pushed two fingers into me and I cried out and gripped the sheets and he fingered me slowly and deep with his thumb on my clit and looked down at me with his eyes dark and his mouth open. "Ahh… Brian… oh god!" "You like that?" “Fuck… Yes… yes… don't stop…" He didn't stop. He fingered me with his thumb on my clit and his fingers inside me and I moaned and my hips moved and I could feel it building fast. "Nghh… I'm gonna cum…. fuck… I'm gonna cum…" "Not yet," he said. "I want to be inside you when you cum." He pulled his fingers out and undid his jeans and pushed them down and his cock came out hard and thick and wet at the head, and I looked at it and my mouth went dry. "Condom," he said. "In the drawer." I reached over and opened the drawer and found one and handed it to him and watched him roll it on. Then he got between my legs and put the head of his cock against my pussy and looked at me. "Look at me," he said. I looked at him. He p
Chapter 4 - Other Plans I told myself I was going up there to find something. That's what I said to myself in the mirror that morning while I brushed my teeth. That I was going up the ridge to get close to Brian Harper and learn his secrets and use them against him. His father had ruined mine, and there had to be something in that house I could take. That's what I told myself. My body had other plans. I knew it the second I pulled into his driveway. My hands were sweating on the wheel and my heart was going and my stomach was doing something that had nothing to do with revenge. I sat in the car for a minute with the engine off and the yellow dog on the porch lifted its head and looked at me like she knew. I got out and walked up the steps and knocked on the frame. He opened the door in a t-shirt and jeans and bare feet and his hair was wet like he'd just gotten out of the shower, and when he saw me his whole face changed. "Vivian." "Hi." "You came back." “Yeah, I have a
Chapter 3 - Confession He nodded. "I know what you mean." He uncrossed his arms and stood up straight. "I moved back here three years ago to take over the business because my father got sick and there was nobody else. I've spent three years trying to run it differently than he did. I've spent three years trying to give back to this town what he took out of it. I don't know if that's enough. I don't know if it can be enough. But I'm not my father, Vivian. I never was." I stood there on his porch and looked at him and felt the anger in my chest start to loosen. "I don't know if I believe you," I said. "That's fair." He picked up his coffee again. "You want to come in and yell at me some more? I've got coffee and I've got all afternoon." I looked at him for a long moment, glaring hard. Then I walked past him into the house. He smiled and stepped back and closed the door behind him. The house was warm and bright and smelled like coffee and woodsmoke. The kitchen was open to the l
My slides didn’t make a sound. I moved like a ghost, my toes pressing into the cold tiles as I crept toward the basement door.This was the third time this week I had found myself creeping into this forbidden site. Every time I did it, my heart felt like it was going to burst out of my chest. The h
The studio was a furnace. The air was thick with the scent of sweat, expensive cologne, and the raw, heavy energy of sex. Mr. Rowe and his daughter had just finished their session—their forbidden, sweet, sticky session of fucking on camera. My skin felt too tight. My blood was roaring in my ears.
The studio was a furnace of sweat and heat. I was pressed into the corner of the room, the heavy light stand feeling like the only thing keeping me upright. My knuckles were white from gripping the pole so hard.Right now, Mr. Row was behind Princess, his body a blur of muscle. She was bent over th
I went upstairs, my heart hammering like a drum against my ribs. I pulled on black leggings and a long, oversized shirt, though it did little to hide the way my breath hitched. I looked at myself in the mirror one last time. I didn't know what I was feeling. Good? Bad? Happy? Sad? Definitely not sa







