LOGIN—•NORA•—Alex, Charles, and Thomas stepped inside my house, the cool air from the air-conditioner brushing against their dark skin as I closed the door behind them, sealing us in the quiet, sitting room.Alex let out a low whistle, his eyes scanning the high ceiling and the expensive furniture. "Damn, Nora. Wow. It's been a minute since we been up in here."“Yeah,” I replied with a small laugh. “It’s been a while.”Charles stepped right up to me, his large frame blocking out the light. "We’ve missed you so much, Princess." He didn’t hesitate. His hands cupped my face, pulling me into a deep, hungry kiss.I moaned into his mouth and tangled my hands in his strong arms.When we pulled apart, we were both breathing hard.Thomas chuckled, looking at us as he shook his head.. “You two couldn’t even wait a minute, huh?” I smiled.Thomas smirked, his eyes glinting with amusement. “Nora, when I saw your call, I was shocked. I won’t lie—I didn’t expect to hear from you again.”"I've been bus
—•NORA•—The porch tiles were warm beneath my bare feet.I raised my hand, forcing a smile as the black Toyota car made its way down the long driveway. Inside sat William, my sixty-year-old husband.I kept waving until the car became a distant speck, and finally it vanished from sight.I was twenty-seven, married to a man old enough to be my grandfather, and it was not something I was proud of.When my father killed himself after his business collapsed, leaving my mother and me drowning in a million dollars of debt, all our choices vanished overnight.William appeared then, wealthy and widowed, exactly what many women would have wanted to secure a life of luxury.He and I met at a club on a Friday night seven years ago, when I was drinking myself into a stupor, furious at the world and at the mess my life had become.He told me he was interested in me, and at twenty, desperate and searching for a way to survive, I said yes.Willam is kind, I’ll admit that. He’s a good man in many wa
| TRISHA |“I need to go home, Blake. I really do,” I said, my voice trembling. “It’s already getting late.”Blake’s hands were still on my hips, his cock already starting to get hard again against my pussy. "Just one more round, Trisha. I promise. Your pussy is just so, so good."I stared at him, my mind a mess. I knew I shouldn’t give in. I should’ve walked away, but my body screamed for more. Blake saw the hesitation in my eyes."Please," he whispered, his voice raspy.And like the fool I was, I whispered back, "Okay."Blake smiled and leaned in, kissing me slowly this time. The kiss was deep and passionate.I melted into the kiss, my hands coming up to wrap around his neck. Just as I was getting lost in the kiss, I felt the thick, familiar head of his cock pressing against my wet pussy.“Mmmmmhh…” I moaned into Blake’s mouth, my whole body jerking in response.Immediately, he thrust his cock deep into my pussy in one solid, powerful motion, burying it to the hilt.The sudden s
| TRISHA |My entire body went rigid with shock. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t breathe. I turned off the shower and the entire bathroom fell into a heavy silence.Even the faint hum of the fluorescent lights seemed to fade away. “Hello? What’s going on? Are you okay in there?” the woman in the stall beside us said, her voice more insistent this time. I stayed silent.A shudder ran through my legs, and a cold dread crept up my spine. My pulse hammered in my ears as panic set in.I pushed weakly against Blake’s chest, desperate to push him away, but he didn’t budge. His arms tightened around me instead, like iron bars trapping me in place.I was terrified. If we got caught, I’d be in so much trouble. “Oh my God… we’re going to get caught,” I whispered, each word shaking with panic.“Calm down,” Blake whispered, his breath warm and shaky against my ear. “Relax, okay? Just breathe.”“Are you still in there?” the same woman asked again, her voice echoing slightly in the quiet bathroom.
| TRISHA |Blake’s eyes widened in alarm. Without a word, he yanked his shorts up and fumbled with the drawstring, tying it in a clumsy knot. Then he grabbed my arm and pulled me across the locker room floor. The cold tiles slid beneath our feet, urgency coursing through every step.We reached the bathroom, and Blake swung the door open, then yanked it shut just as the outer locker room door creaked open, the sound echoing faintly in the locker room.Blake didn’t say a word, but the tension in his shoulders said it all.We stood frozen, pressed together behind the door. I could feel the racing beat of Blake’s heart against my back.Muffled voices filtered in the locker room, two women chatting about their workout.“My legs are killing me,” one groaned.“Tell me about it. Let’s just hit the showers and get out of here,” the other replied.My pulse raced, each beat echoing in my ears. I could feel them moving closer, their voices growing clearer as they neared the bathroom door.Blake’
| TRISHA |My chest tightened, and my heart hammered against my ribs as I forced myself to meet Blake’s gaze. A warmth crept up my neck, threatening to betray me. “I… I don’t understand what you mean.”Blake's eyes narrowed. "Don't act like you don't know what I'm talking about, Trisha.""I don't!" I insisted, looking away from his intense gaze.“Well, let me remind you,” Blake said, his voice dropping into a low, dangerous growl. “We almost fu—”Before the words could fully escape, my hands shot up, clamping over his mouth.“Be quiet!” I hissed, my pulse racing. My eyes darted around the empty locker room, terrified someone could be in the shower stall or just around the corner.Blake pulled my hand away from his mouth. "So now you know what I'm talking about, right?"I turned my face away, and pressed my cheek against the cold metal of the locker door, and forced my eyes away from his. “What happened between us… it was a mistake,” I said, my voice trembling. “It wasn’t supposed t







