LOGINI came back the next night even though my hands wouldn’t stop shaking on the steering wheel. The church door felt heavier than usual when I pushed it open. My sneakers squeaked on the old floor as I walked down the aisle toward our confessional like it was the only place I belonged anymore.Michael was already there. I could feel it before I even sat down.I closed the door on my side and leaned my back against the wood. “I’m here.”His voice came through the screen, low and tired. “I knew you would be. I tried to talk myself out of waiting for you tonight. I failed.”I smiled even though he couldn’t see it. “Same. I told myself I’d stay home, watch a movie, do something normal. Instead I’m here again. Talking to a priest like he’s the only person who gets me.”A long pause.“Sera,” he said, my name sounding like it hurt him. “We need to talk about what happened last night.”My heart beat faster. “You mean when we touched?”“Yes.” His voice dropped. “I haven’t stopped thinking about y
I came back the next night even though I told myself I shouldn’t.My hands were shaking a little as I opened the church door. The place was dark again, only a few candles flickering near the altar. I walked straight to the confessional like it was my new routine. Like I belonged there.Father Michael was already waiting. I could tell by the way the screen felt alive when I sat down.“You came,” he said. His voice was quieter tonight. Rougher.“I said I would.” I pulled my knees to my chest on the hard bench. “I tried not to. I even drove past the church twice before I parked.”He let out a slow breath. “I told myself I wouldn’t wait for you. But I did.”That honesty hit me hard. I closed my eyes and leaned my forehead against the wooden screen.“I keep thinking about what you said last night,” I whispered. “About seeing the real me. Nobody sees the real me, Michael. Not really.”He stayed quiet for a moment. I liked that he used my name now without the Father in front of it sometimes.
Episode 1: What I Never SaidSeraI pushed open the heavy wooden door of the church at 2:17 a.m. My shoes were soaked from the rain, and my hoodie clung to my skin. The place was empty, quiet except for the distant hum of the heater. I just needed somewhere to sit that wasn’t my apartment with its broken lamp and too many unanswered texts.I found the confessional booth at the back. It looked old and private. Perfect. I slipped inside the penitent side and closed the door behind me. The wooden bench was hard under my thighs. I leaned my head against the wall and closed my eyes.A soft voice came through the screen. Younger than I expected.“Welcome. I’m here if you want to talk.”I almost laughed. “I’m not here to confess. I just… needed a place that wasn’t loud or full of people asking if I’m okay.”Silence for a second. Then he spoke again. “That’s all right. You can talk about anything. Or nothing. I’m Father Michael.”Father Michael. His voice had a roughness to it that didn’t m
The club was finally empty, and the only lights left were the low red glows over the stage and the bar. Bottles of good whiskey sat open on the counter, two glasses half full. I walked out from backstage in nothing but a black robe that barely reached my thighs, my body still shaking from the storage room fuck. His cum had leaked out of my ass and pussy the whole time I cleaned up, but I left just enough to feel Owned. Ready.Vincent was already there, leaning against the bar in his black shirt, sleeves rolled up, looking every inch the powerful owner. But I saw it in his eyes…the hunger mixed with something hotter. He’d chased me into that back room. He’d followed my text. The power had shifted, and we both knew it. I’d always had it. From the first audition when he tried to act unimpressed.“Pour me another,” I said, sliding onto a bar stool, crossing my legs slow so the robe slipped open. My bare pussy flashed him for a second.He poured the whiskey, sliding the glass to me. His
Ava had barely been back in the penthouse for an hour when her phone buzzed repeatedly. She pulled it out of her bag and saw a flood of messages, mostly from Tessy. She opened the first one, and gasped.It was a photo taken from a distance, as she had walked away from the restaurant earlier. The image was clear enough to show her face, and right underneath it was a bold caption:“Mystery woman spotted in Nico Jordan’s inner circle, is she just the spa and wellness help, or something more? The city is talking!”It was posted by one of the biggest society bloggers in the city, and it had already been shared hundreds of times.Ava tapped Tessy’s name to call her, and she picked up straight away.“Did you see it?” Tessy asked. “Everyone is sending it to me! ‘Who is this girl? Where did she come from?’ Serena set this up, didn’t she? She made sure someone was there with a camera!”“It looks that way,” Ava said quietly, staring at the screen. “She wanted people to see me, but also to make s
The second set nearly killed me. I danced like my body was on fire, pole spinning, ass shaking, tits bouncing under the lights while Vincent’s cum dried on my inner thighs. Every grind reminded me of his thick cock stretching me open twice already. The crowd screamed my name, cash piled up, but I only cared about the man watching from the shadows. His stare burned hotter than the spotlights.As soon as the music faded, I grabbed my robe and headed straight for his office like he ordered. My legs felt weak, pussy still tender and full. I didn’t knock. I pushed the door open and stepped inside.Vincent was behind his big desk, shirt unbuttoned at the top, looking every bit the boss who just fucked his best dancer raw. The room smelled like sex and whiskey. He looked up slow, eyes dragging over my barely-covered body.“Lock the door,” he said, voice low and commanding.I clicked the lock, heart pounding. “Miss me already, boss?”He stood up, towering over everything. “Strip and get on
MayaI couldn’t stop thinking about Caleb’s cum drying on my tits last night. My pussy stayed wet all day at work. By the time I got home I was throbbing and horny as hell. I took off my work clothes and put on a tiny silk robe with nothing underneath. It barely covered my ass.Around 8pm I heard h
MayaI spent the whole day thinking about Caleb. My pussy stayed wet just remembering how he sounded coming through the wall last night. By the time I got home I was throbbing. I took a quick shower, put on a tiny tank top with no bra and loose shorts that rode up my ass, then waited.At 7:15 there
SEX SOUNDS🍆💦MayaI lay in bed scrolling on my phone when I heard it. The walls in this building are paper thin, especially between my apartment and Caleb’s next door. At first I thought it was my imagination, but then it came again…a low, deep groan.“Oh fuck…”My body went still. That was Caleb
Lexi Morning light slipped through Damon’s curtains and shone across his bare chest. I woke up tangled in his sheets, sore in the best way, with his arm heavy around my waist and his cock already half-hard against my ass. I smiled and wiggled back against him. “Morning, Lexi,” he murmured, voi







