LOGINWe were having dinner, roasted chicken and garlic pasta, I sat across from Ethan at the table, my fork hovering over my plate while our parents talked about their work and plans for the weekend. I barely listened them instead My eyes kept drifting across the table to him.He looked good. With broad shoulders from the gym, dark hair a little longer than usual so it fell across his forehead when he leaned forward to cut his food. His forearms flexed under the rolled sleeves of his black T-shirt every time he moved. His Thick thighs spread casually under the table. I watched the way his throat worked when he swallowed, the quiet concentration on his face, the easy way he answered Mom’s questions without ever glancing my way for long.I pressed my knees together under the table. Heat had already started low in my belly, the same restless ache that had been building for months. Living in the same house made it worse. I heard him in the shower every morning. I caught the scent of his soap
Next dayI left the door unlocked on purpose.The red door was slightly ajar when I entered, I had spent the entire day pretending nothing had changed…smiling at my husband over breakfast, answering emails. But my body remembered. Every time I shifted in a chair I felt the faint, residual ache of how full RJ had left me.RJ stood near the center of the room, shirtless, wearing only the same dark shorts from the guest house. He hadn’t touched anything. He was waiting, His hands at his sides, eyes tracking my moment as I stepped through the door and locked it behind me. I let the silk robe slide off my shoulders and fall to the floor. Underneath I wore nothing but the black straps and the soft pink ribbon at the small of my back…the set I reserved for this room. My hair was down, gathered into a single heavy braid. I watched his eyes take me in, and the familiar, traitorous heat bloomed low in my belly.“You came,” I said I walked past him slowly, letting my bare arm brush his. The b
I wasn’t supposed to go near the guest house after dark.That was the quiet rule I had given myself. Keep the distance. Keep the upper hand. Let him come to me on my terms, in the rooms I controlled, when I decided the moment was right. But the ache between my legs from the pool hadn’t faded. If anything it had grown worse… Every time I closed my eyes I felt his fingers again…stopped just short of giving me what I needed because the gate had opened at the worst possible time.So I went looking for him.The guest-house windows were dark except for the faint light of a laptop screen in the far corner. The door was unlocked. I slipped inside without knocking, barefoot and trying not to make a sound, wearing only a thin robe that clung to my still-damp skin from the earlier shower. The air smelled like him…clean soap, a hint of chlorine, and something warmer underneath.He sat on the edge of the bed with his back to the door, shoulders hunched, one hand moving steadily between his legs.
I was already wet before he even stepped outside.It had become a pattern I hated admitting to myself. The moment I heard the soft scrape of the guest-house door or the faint splash of the pool equipment being dragged across the stone, my body responded like it had been waiting. Heat low in my belly. A slow, traitorous slickness between my thighs. I told myself it was the sun. The heat. Anything except the truth…that RJ’s presence alone was enough to ruin the careful composure I wore like armor.I lay on the lounge chair closest to the deep end, sunglasses on, a novel open and forgotten on my stomach. My black bikini was deliberately small. The top barely held me. The bottoms were tied at the hips with thin strings, the kind that looked like they could come undone with one careless tug. I had chosen it on purpose. I wanted him to look. I wanted the reminder that he wanted me, that he would take whatever I gave him because the alternative was walking away empty-handed.He came around t
Most nights the lower hallway stayed silent after dark. My husband was already upstairs with his scotch and his phone, pretending the rest of the house didn’t exist. That left me free to move through the quiet rooms the way I preferred…barefoot with my robe loose.I paused at the top of the short flight of stairs and listened. Then I hear the faint scrape of the door opening, someone was there… When I reached the threshold he was already inside.RJ stood in the center of my room like he had wandered into a place he had no right to be. Tall. Dark. Still wearing those cheap work clothes he used for the pool. His Broad shoulders tight with tension. He hadn’t touched anything yet. That was the first thing I noticed. Most people either ran or started exploring with greedy hands. He just stood there, breathing a little too fast, eyes moving over the chains, the bench, then the wooden frame.I stepped inside and closed the door behind me. The lock engaged with a soft click.“You found it.”
Sophia’s thigh stayed heavy across Emma’s hips, keeping their soaked folds pressed together in a slow, sticky slide. Every tiny shift sent fresh aftershocks through Emma’s oversensitive clit. Mia’s mouth worked lazily at one breast, tongue circling the nipple, teeth grazing just enough to make it tighten again.Sophia’s fingers traced the wet mess on Emma’s inner thigh, then lower, collecting the thick drip still leaking from her cunt. She brought those fingers up and pushed them past Emma’s lips. Emma sucked without being told, tasting both of them…sweet, musky, heavy.“On your hands and knees.” Sophia’s voice stayed low, calm, absolute. “Ass up. Face down.”Emma moved. The sheets clung to her damp skin as she settled into position, back arched, thighs spread. Cool air touched the open, glistening lips of her cunt and the tight pucker of her asshole. Sophia knelt behind her. Mia shifted to the head of the bed, thighs open, and guided Emma’s face down between them.“Keep licking her w
Professor Kane’s voice filled the quiet office like a command that could not be ignored. “Now… lift your skirt and show me what you’ve been hiding under there all night.”My fingers shook as I grabbed the bottom of my short plaid skirt. The soft pleats felt warm in my hands. I pulled it up slowly,
I swallowed. “Riley, we can’t…”But my hips rocked forward against her thigh anyway. She smiled, slow and sure, and pressed harder. The seam of her shorts rubbed right against my aching spot. Sparks jumped between us. Her control felt total, and a secret part of me gave in.“Tell me to stop,” she b
I pushed the apartment door open. My keys jingled loud in the quiet hallway. Riley and I had shared this place for three years. We met in freshman year, two nervous girls who clicked instantly we helped each other out, laughed at the same dumb jokes, and huddled under one big hoodie when life felt
The phone buzzed on the small desk in my tiny dorm room. It was almost ten at night. The old radiator hummed softly in the corner. I picked it up and read the message. My heart jumped.“My office. Now. We need to discuss your thesis.”Professor Kane. Just his name made my body react. A warm rush s







