INICIAR SESIÓNHis povWe lay down on the couch and our bodies were still tangled up in each other. The sweat was cooling our skin as our chest rose and fell against each other.The music downstairs now felt far away. It was softer but I could hear how it was slowly dying down.I could hear the sound of people leaving. The door kept on opening and closing as the voices faded out.She shifted. Sitting up to fix her dress and probably leave like nothing ever happened inside of this room.I did the same. I sat up slowly and I pulled my pants up. I bucked my belt too. We both sat there. We didn’t speak. We just breathe, taking in the last seconds of our moment together.Something kept pulling inside of me. It was that same familiar feeling. It felt even stronger one.Who was she? Who was behind that mask?Curiosity got the best of me. I tried to shake the feeling away but it did not leave. Didn’t even give me a break to think of what I wanted or did not want.I stood up and I gave her my hand. She took
His povI walked out of the small room quickly. My heart was pounding like a drum. Those voices outside had snapped me back to reality. I almost got caught.She followed right behind me. I could feel her presence, but I did not look back. Not even once.The hallway was now much more crowded. Bodies were everywhere, moving and dancing under the pulsing red lights.I stopped near the stairs and finally turned around. She was standing right there. Her mask was still on, but her lips were parted. She was breathing hard, like she could still feel my cock deep in her throat.Something about her pulled at me. The curve of her body, the way she stood — it felt strangely familiar. But that was crazy. The masks hid everything.We were just strangers. That was all.She moved closer. Her face was hidden behind the mask. She leaned in until her mouth was right beside my ear and whispered,“Is that it? You’re just going to walk away like you won’t have sleepless nights thinking about not finishing
Talia’s povHis words hung in the air like a challenge. “Show me how wet you are first.”My body reacted before my mind could catch up. A wave of heat rushed through me, making my heart pound hard in my chest, my neck, and between my legs. The loud music filled the room, but his voice still cut through it clearly. It sounded so familiar, like I had heard it many times before, but I could not place where. The heavy beat made it hard to think.He reached out and took my hand. His grip was firm and strong, but not rough or painful. It was just enough to gently pull me away from the dark corner where I had been standing alone.I followed him right away. I did not think twice about it.We moved together through the crowded party. All around us, bodies were pressed close, dancing and touching in the shadows. The music thumped low and deep, vibrating through the floor and covering the sound of our footsteps as we walked.He led me down a narrow hallway and into a small room off to the side.
Talia’s povI was lying on my bed, scrolling through my phone like any other night, when the message popped up. Unknown number. Just a few lines that made my pulse jump.“Masked kink night this Friday. No names, no faces, strict NDAs. Bring your darkest fantasy.”I stared at my screen and I just knew who sent it. It was Jamie from college. The guy who always threw all the wildest parties in school and he never apologized for it.He had said something about having a guest list that I was on. He even said some bullshit about feeling privileged that I made it to that list.Well… fuck him.He had texted me stuff like this before. Half joking and half serious about making me want to attend.But I never did.Because if my step brother, Johnny ever found me in one of those parties, I was worse than being dead. But then, this one felt different. Heavier.No names. No faces. Masks on the whole time.My thumb hovered over the reply button a few times. I should have not even considered it. I’m n
Sofia’s POVSeveral months passed without incident. Lena and I chose not to bring our relationship to the group. We came to the gatherings at different time of the day and we sat down next to each but we made sure not to touch so that no one would notice.We believed that the secrecy was going to protect us from the environment that has allowed us to meet. But each week the burden of concealment grew even heavier inside of me.After one of the meeting, we stayed in the room when everyone was leaving so that we could talk to the facilitator. Only the three of us were present. Lena began the conversation.“We’re together,” she said simply. “We didn’t want to keep it from you. We’re careful. We don’t want to change anything here.”The facilitator listened without surprise. Then she smiled at us gently. “Thank you for letting me know that. The circle is a space that is meant for healing in whatever form that it takes. As long as the both of you feel safe, the group will support you.”Reli
Lena’s POVThe next circle meeting changed the second I stepped inside - sofia had come early - she sat in the middle row, not her regular back corner. When she noticed me, her eyes relaxed. I smiled without a plan and took the seat next to her. Our knees touched as I settled. Neither of us shifted away.During the check in, the other women listed their minor victories plus hard moments. Sofia stayed silent, her fingers laced and turning in her lap. I slid my hand beneath the table edge but also let my smallest finger touch hers - soft, unseen contact. Her breathing paused for a moment then she curled her pinky around mine and kept it there. That single point of contact spread steady warmth through me for the full hour. We traded brief looks as well as tiny smiles. The tension between us stayed low, secret and sharp.The meeting finished but many participants remained to talk - sofia and I positioned ourselves beside the exit. We exchanged subdued farewells with those who left then mo
The arena was dead quiet at 7:45 a.m. Sunday morning skate was optional, but the top line never skipped. Muscle memory. Discipline. Or maybe just the need to see each other’s faces after last night without the buffer of a full team.Marek was the first one to arrive. Just as always— black Under Arm
Damn, my whole body relaxed under him.I melted into the bed, letting him take control completely, my muscles going soft. My pussy tightened around his cock like it was made just for him, gripping him with every circle he made, slick and hot.The pleasure built hard and fast, waves of it crashing o
Elena’s POVThe day of the pitch came and it went perfect.The client loved every slide. Handshakes flew all around. The team cheered in the lobby. But my eyes kept finding Ethan across the room. That proud smile he shot me? It lit fires deep inside.The day went by smoother than I expected. We did
Elena’s POVThe high from the desk night lasted days. I floated through meetings with a secret smile. Every brush of fabric against my skin reminded me of his hands, his mouth, that wild rush. Work flew by. Life sparkled.But nothing this hot stays hidden forever.The first crack came mid-week. Tea







