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A Night of Pleasure - Chapter 1

The lounge was a cube of amber light and whispers, an aquarium where people moved slowly, wrapped in silk and cutting smiles. The music—a soft, insinuating jazz—blended with the clink of glasses and the murmur of conversations. Sara moved through that universe with a confidence that was both armor and invitation. Her dress, simple in cut and intense red, stood out against the neutral tones around her, like a silent provocation. She wasn’t looking for anyone in particular, but she was open to everything. Curiosity was the fuel that drove her—and that night promised to be fertile with possibilities.It was at the marble bar, while she ordered a gin and tonic with a slice of cucumber instead of lemon, that she became aware of him. Or rather, that she felt his gaze. It was a weight, a different temperature. As if a beam of sunlight had pierced the ceiling and fixed itself on her in the middle of the air-conditioned dimness.He was on the other side of the bar, leaning over a glass of ambe

Last Updated : 2026-02-12

A Night of Pleasure - Chapter 2

MaxWell’s apartment was exactly as she had imagined it, and at the same time, completely different. It wasn’t a messy bachelor cave, nor an impersonal minimalist cubicle. It was a vast, open space with exposed brick walls, floor-to-ceiling bookshelves crammed with books, and enormous sliding windows that revealed a breathtaking view of the city lights. The polished concrete floor was warmed by rich, time-faded Persian rugs. The air smelled of leather, old paper, and a faint trace of the same whiskey he had been drinking at the party. It was the physical extension of him: solid, complex, full of history and shadowy corners waiting to be explored.The door closed with a soft, decisive click, and the sudden silence hit like a shock. The distant murmur of traffic outside was only a whisper, a continuous bass note that underscored the interior stillness. Sara released his hand and took a step forward, feeling the space, absorbing the energy of the place. He didn’t rush her. He stayed leani

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A Night of Pleasure - Chapter 3

The city lights streamed through the windows, painting their skin in shades of silver and amber. He stripped off the rest of his clothes with quick, efficient movements, and when he joined her on the bed, the press of his naked body against hers was a revelation. The heat of his skin, the texture, the weight. It was real and overwhelming.The exploration began then, slow and deliciously meticulous. His hands were instruments of discovery, traveling every inch of her body. He memorized the curve of her hip, the sensitivity of her inner thighs, the arch of her foot. His mouth followed the same path, kissing, licking, nipping. He discovered that a warm breath behind her ear made her shudder violently. That a gentle pressure with his fingers at the base of her spine made her arch her back with a muffled moan.“Here?” he whispered, lips against her ear, fingers tracing slow circles on her lower abdomen.“Yes,” she gasped, her own fingers buried in his dark hair, pulling him closer.“And he

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A Night of Pleasure - Chapter 4

The peace enveloping Sara was a rare phenomenon, a tranquil mantle that warmed her from within while her body recovered, languid and heavy, from the recent climax. MaxWell’s embrace was firm, a solid, warm cocoon that anchored her in that moment, in that place.His scent—sweat, sex, and something inherently him—permeated the air, a primitive and reassuring perfume. Outside, the city continued its silent rhythm, a kaleidoscope of lights bearing indifferent witness to the intimacy unfolding high above in that apartment.His earlier declaration echoed in the dimness. “We have a lot more to explore.” They were more than words. They were a promise, an unfolded map to territories yet uncharted. The hand resting on her thigh was not a weight, but a silent affirmation.Sara felt a new kind of tension beginning to form, different from the initial urgency. It was a slow simmer, a rising tide born of deep satisfaction and extreme closeness. She pressed her back harder against his chest, feeling

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A Night of Pleasure - Chapter 5

The contact was electrifying. Sara cried out, her hands clutching the sheets. It was an act of total surrender, of intimate worship. He wasn’t taking her to climax; he was dismantling her, piece by piece.His tongue was relentless and inventive, exploring every fold of her pussy lips, every sensitive spot, with a focus that was itself the greatest caress. He kept her teetering on the edge of the abyss, pulling back whenever she came too close to coming, only to dive in again with a new technique, a new rhythm that sent her spiraling into delirium.She lost all sense of time, of space, of everything except that mouth and the unbearable tension coiling tighter and tighter in her belly. It was heavenly torment. She was moaning, begging, incoherent words that were a jumble of pleas and his name.“Please… I can’t anymore… please…”He lifted his head, chin glistening, eyes black as coal and brimming with satisfied power.“You can. And you will. For me.”And then he positioned himself over h

Last Updated : 2026-02-13

A Night of Pleasure - Chapter 6

Sara woke with her body still echoing the memory of pleasure, a pleasant ache in her muscles reminding her of every movement, every claim from the night before. She lay facedown, her face buried in the pillow that smelled intensely of MaxWell.Even before opening her eyes, she felt him. He wasn’t lying beside her; he was seated in a leather armchair in the darkest corner of the room, watching her. She could feel the weight of his gaze like a physical touch.She opened her eyes slowly and turned her head toward him. He was dressed—trousers and an immaculate white shirt, open at the collar. His shoes, probably Italian leather, gleamed even in the dim light. He held a low glass of amber whiskey—the morning drink, a habit she mentally filed away as another piece of the puzzle that was MaxWell. His face was serious; the expression of last night’s ecstasy and devotion had been replaced by an impenetrable mask of composure.“Good morning,” he said, his voice calm and stripped of the rough wa

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A Night of Pleasure - Chapter 7

And, with a shudder that raced through her entire body, surrender won.Her knees gave way. She descended slowly, feeling the cold of the marble floor seep through the thin rug. She knelt before MaxWell, her hands resting inert on her thighs. The position was profoundly submissive, more so than any she had ever assumed. She was beneath him—physically and symbolically. The flush of shame burned across her face and neck, but beneath the shame, a treacherous, hot wetness reminded her of the perverse arousal the act ignited.He moved, rising from the armchair, approaching Sara. His bare feet were mere centimeters from her knees. He studied her for a long moment, his gaze traveling the tense line of her shoulders, the curve of her back, the complete nudity of her posture.“Very good,” he said at last, his voice a whisper of approval. “Good girl.”The word “girl” should have irritated her. Instead, it struck a deep, receptive place inside her—a place that had craved exactly this small, posse

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A Night of Pleasure - Chapter 8

The breakfast table, previously empty, now held a tray with black coffee, a simple piece of toast, a small bowl of fruit, and a glass of water. Everything simple, everything essential. He pulled out a chair for her and sat in the armchair opposite, watching as she took a sip of the bitter coffee. The hot liquid traveled through her body, awakening her senses in a new way.“The game ends when I say it does,” he explained, taking a sip of his own coffee. “And now it has ended. For today. You are Sara again. Fully.”She felt a strange chill at his words, a pang of loss. The submissive persona, the “extension of his will,” had been a powerful refuge.“And what if I don’t want to go back to being just Sara?” The question slipped out before she could stop it.A nearly imperceptible smile touched his lips.“Then you keep that version of yourself somewhere safe, and bring it out when I summon it. But outside these walls, the world still demands the Sara you have always been. The confident wom

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Addicted to Your Touch - Chapter 1

The rain fell in lazy threads against the tall apartment windows, as if the sky were licking the glass, curious. Inside, the air already carried a different weight — dense, electric, made of anticipation and expensive perfume mixed with the damp smell of the city. Hellen pressed the doorbell with the tips of her still-cold fingers from the drizzle. The black dress clung to her wet skin, outlining every curve without mercy. Her thin heels clicked on the hallway floor like a Morse code of desire. She knew the effect she had. She knew Jaston was already imagining her naked before he even opened the door.The lock turned slowly. The door opened a crack first, then swung wide like a wordless invitation.There he was.Black linen shirt, the top three buttons undone, revealing his collarbone and the beginning of a defined chest. Dark gray dress pants, barefoot on the dark wooden floor. Hair slightly tousled, as if he had run his hand through it a thousand times waiting for her. But it was hi

Last Updated : 2026-02-13

Addicted to Your Touch - Chapter 2

The morning light slipped through the gaps in the thick curtains, golden and lazy, as if the sun were stretching before deciding to fully invade the room. The air still carried the dense scent of the previous night — sweat, sex, red wine spilled in some forgotten corner, Jaston’s woody perfume mingled with the soft floral notes of Hellen’s skin. The sheets were crumpled, twisted into knots that seemed to tell the story of every thrust, every moan, every surrender.Hellen woke up first.Or perhaps she had never truly slept. Her body ached in a delicious way: thighs throbbing, inner muscles tender, throat dry from so much moaning and screaming his name. She could still feel the remnants of him inside her — warm, sticky, a physical reminder that made her pussy pulse just thinking about it. She opened her eyes slowly and found him already awake.Jaston was sitting on the edge of the bed, back to her, wearing only tight black boxer briefs that barely contained his obvious bulge. He held a

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