LOGINThe forest had become a living thing around me, every shadow a potential threat, every rustle of leaves a hunter’s footstep. My legs burned. My lungs ached. Sweat soaked my shirt, making the fabric cling to my breasts and back. But the ache between my legs was worse. A constant, throbbing need that grew with every close call.I had been running for what felt like hours. i paused beside a fallen tree, trying to slow my breathing. Every snapping twig makes me freeze. i wasn't sure whether I was hearing another participant or just the forest settling around me. The darkness seems alive, swallowing every familiar landmark until i can't tell north from south anymore. i debates using the emergency whistle—but pride keeps me moving.The masked hunter from the stream had almost caught me twice more. Each time I escaped by the skin of my teeth, the adrenaline surged so hard my vision tunneled. My pussy was drenched. The wetness had soaked through my leggings, making them stick uncomfortably a
Chapter 3: The Hunt BeginsThe sun was just beginning to set when the organizers gathered us all at the edge of the clearing. The forest looked different now, more darker, deeper, full of shadows that seemed to breathe. My heart was already racing, a steady, heavy thump against my ribs that I could feel in my throat, in my wrists, and low in my belly.“Prey gets a thirty-minute head start,” the lead organizer announced, voice calm but firm. “Hunters stay here until the signal. Masks on. No removing them until the weekend ends unless both parties consent. Safe word is ‘red.’ Use it and everything stops. Respect the boundaries.”I stood among the other prey participants, legs feeling unsteady. I had changed into dark leggings, a fitted long-sleeve top, and sturdy boots. Nothing flashy. Just practical for running. My nipples were already tight against the fabric from the cool evening air and the adrenaline flooding my system. Between my legs, I could feel myself growing slick, a warm, u
Chapter 2: The Night BeforeThe camp came alive slowly as the sun dipped below the tree line, painting the forest in deep oranges and purples. I stood outside my tent, arms wrapped around myself, feeling the cool evening air brush against my skin. The thin long-sleeve shirt and leggings I’d chosen suddenly felt too revealing, even though they covered everything. My heart hadn’t stopped its steady, anxious rhythm since I arrived.Around me, other participants moved between tents and the central fire pit. Some laughed quietly in small groups. Others stood alone like me, eyes scanning the shadows between the trees. The organizers had set up a large wooden table near the fire with water, snacks, and clipboards for last-minute waivers. The air smelled of pine, woodsmoke, and something electric — anticipation.I walked toward the fire, boots crunching softly on fallen leaves. A woman in her mid-thirties with short red hair smiled at me as I approached.“First time?” she asked, handing me a
Chapter 1: The DecisionMy hands were shaking as I clicked the confirmation button.I, Claire Thompson, 29 years old, soon-to-be-divorced (or at least separated), had just signed up for a primal hunt weekend.The website had been clear: consenting adults only. Safe words. Masks. No real names. The forest location was remote, private land, with experienced staff monitoring everything. Still, my heart was hammering like I’d already started running.I closed my laptop and leaned back on the couch in my small apartment. The divorce papers from my husband, Daniel, were sitting on the coffee table, unsigned but waiting. Eight years of marriage had slowly unraveled into polite distance and quiet resentment. We hadn’t touched each other in months. Hadn’t really talked in longer.I needed something — anything — that made me feel alive again.The orientation was held two weeks later at a neutral meeting point outside the city. About twenty people showed up. Men and women of different ages, all
Chapter 5 – CollapseEverything came crashing down on the night of the final wedding rehearsal.It wasn’t because we were careless.It was because lies eventually collide, no matter how carefully you build them.The rehearsal dinner was held at the same upscale venue we’d chosen for the reception. Sophia had been glowing all evening — excited, beautiful, completely unaware that the man she was about to marry had been sleeping with the woman who planned their entire wedding.Lena was there too, of course. Professional as always. Directing vendors, checking timelines, making sure everything ran smoothly. But every time our eyes met across the room, the air thickened. We’d been texting all day — small messages that had grown riskier over the past week.**Me:** Can’t stop thinking about last night.**Lena:** Same. I keep remembering how you felt inside me.**Me:** I need you again. Soon.We’d slipped away twice during the evening — once in a back hallway for a frantic kiss, once in a stor
Chapter 4 – Living the LieThe weeks after that first night blurred into a dangerous new rhythm.I told myself I could manage it. Keep the two worlds separate. Be the reliable fiancé during the day and the man who came alive at night with Lena. But lies have a way of growing teeth.Sophia started noticing small changes almost immediately.“You’ve been coming home later than usual,” she said one evening while we ate takeout on the couch. Her fork paused halfway to her mouth as she studied me. “Everything okay with the project?”I swallowed the food that suddenly tasted like cardboard.“Yeah. Just tying up loose ends with Lena on the final details. You know how particular she is about timelines.”The lie came easily. Too easily.Sophia nodded, but her eyes lingered on me a second longer than usual. “You seem… different lately. More distracted. But also more… present? I don’t know how to explain it. Like you’re here, but your mind is somewhere else.”I forced a smile and kissed her fore
CHAPTER 5Midnight arrives like a sin already committed(which it was...)The convent is asleep, no bells, no footsteps, only the faint creak of old wood settling and the distant hoot of an owl beyond the walls. I leave my cell barefoot, habit discarded on the narrow bed, wearing only the thin linen
CHAPTER 2The days after Father Rossi’s arrival settled into a new rhythm, one I hadn’t anticipated. The convent continues its quiet turning prayers, chores, meals in silence but now there is an undercurrent, a subtle vibration that hums beneath every task. His presence changes the light in the ch
Ohh my Brothers dick! Chapter 5: Owned & RuinedI could smell the danger coming from the black SUV packed outside. We were parked right outside the abandoned warehouse where the Moreno syndicate had called the meeting. My heart hammered so hard I could feel it in my throat, and in my freshly fuck
Ohhh my Brother's Dick!Chapter 4: Deepening DebtThe next morning started with a text that changed everything.Damien’s phone buzzed on the nightstand while I was still curled against his chest, sore and sticky from the night before. His cum had leaked out of me all night, leaving my thighs crusty







