"Do you think you can help me with something, Stan?"
Stan looked up from his desk to see his roommate and best friend Rose standing by his door. His eyes doubled when he noticed her outfit. He had never seen Rose in anything but long dresses.
Not until now.
The dress was so tiny, barely hiding her rather impressive boobs and hanging just below her ass.
"H-Help you with what?" Stan muttered with apprehension. He and Rose were best friends who had practically grown up together. Their parents were close and they had always spent a great deal of time together.
Stanley had never thought of Rose as more than a good friend. She was shy and sweet and always had his back whenever he was out clubbing or doing something much more basic. They had moved from their hometown together to attend college together.
Ros
Liam and Maya are friends who know each other well. They have always been inseparable since college. They bonded over failed relationships and late-night ramen with some inside jokes they only understood. Now in their mid-20s, their connection only became stronger.It was Friday night, when they usually hang out.Like on their usual nights, they play board games, drink, and then laugh at slight jokes. The laughter shook the walls of Liam's apartment. Liam sat with his legs crossed on the couch, sipping his wine slowly, while his toes brushed against Maya's thigh.“I want you to fuck me," Maya said suddenly, with a bold voice. She just made it look like she was tossing a random conversation.The room was quiet for a while until Liam burst into laughter.“I think I should be honest with you tonight," Maya said.“Wait, you're serious? You w
I wasn’t even supposed to be in the living room.The lights were off except for the faint glow from the hallway, and I was curled up on the couch, scrolling through my phone, pretending I wasn’t listening to the laughter outside.My dad and his friends were on the patio, drinking, talking loudly, and throwing around old jokes. I could hear Mr. Dale’s voice the clearest, that deep, smooth laugh of his. I closed my eyes for a second, exhaling slowly.God, I needed to get over this.The patio door slid open. I sat up quickly, pretending to be adjusting the blanket.He stepped inside, shutting the door softly. I could smell the whiskey on his breath before he even said anything.“Hey, I didn't think anyone was still up.”I tucked my legs under me. “Couldn’t sleep.”He walked over, a little unsteady but
It was already past midnight when Evelyn Lane, a woman in her thirties, stood by her window, looking at the city skyline. The house was bright, but not until she pulled the curtains.She pulled off her heels before walking towards the bedroom. She was tired; she had a very long day. She opened the door slowly as she got to the entrance of her room. The first thing she did when she got to the room was stare at her corporate pants and silk blouse in the mirror.She had to put on dresses like that every day to impress her clients. One could tell she had it all: beauty, intelligence, and success, yet she returned to her quiet home every night, feeling alone as ever. She had lost her husband, had no kids, and she didn't remarry after that. She still looked so young in her thirties. Young guys kept asking her for dates, but she settled for Edward. He was decent in bed, but she wasn't getting enough.
MARCUS’ POVI've done enough scenes for the day, and I know when someone is faking everything and when someone sets the room on fire.As soon as Elle walked in, I had a feeling she was the latter. She was confident and tall, but I could tell she had a nervous flicker in her eyes, making it evident that it was her first time on this kind of set.Fresh nerves, I loved that. Just the real thing with no practiced porn moans. I walked towards her, offered my hand, and noticed her grip was firm but a little sweaty. " I will be your scene partner today. I'm Marcus.”She smiled just as if she loved what she was seeing. It was just as if she was sizing me up.“I guess you want to know who you'll be naked with," I muttered.“Yeah, sure, you're sweet and rough. I will love that." She said, glancing at my shoulder.
I hadn’t planned to open the door wearing just a tank top and little shorts — but here we were.The doorbell rang again. I tugged the hem of my top, heart jumping, and peeked through the peephole. Of course. It was Ethan. My neighbour. Mr. Tall-Dark-and-Smirk himself.We’d lived next door to each other for six months, and every interaction was a dance of teasing and sparks. He was a little older, maybe twenty-seven, with that kind of cocky grin that made you want to slap him and kiss him all at once.I opened the door, trying to look casual.“Hey,” I said, brushing a loose strand of hair behind my ear. “Need something?”He leaned against the doorframe, his white T-shirt hugging his chest, dark hair messy like he’d just run a hand through it.“Yeah, I-uh—” His gaze dropped briefly, lingering on my bare legs.
Sophie's POVI never thought I’d get invited.Not to this party.The Delta Xi Dare Night was a whispered legend on campus — no phones allowed, no pictures, no proof, just rumours. Only twenty girls were invited each year, handpicked by the sorority president herself. And somehow, my name had ended up on that list.I stood outside the old sorority house, heart pounding so hard I could barely breathe. My roommate, Dani, squeezed my hand.“Are you ready for this, newbie?” she grinned, her dark lipstick flawless under the porch lights.I let out a shaky laugh. “Not even a little.”Inside, the house pulsed with music. Candles flickered on every surface, throwing golden light onto velvet curtains, marble floors, and laughing, half-dressed girls.Everywhere I looked, someone