Dirty Affairs: An Erotic Compilation のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

SUMMER “Babe,” Walker's voice filled the kitchen immediately, unbelievably clueless and calm. My heart slammed into my ribs as I tore away from Maddox so fast I nearly tripped. I quickly put distance between us—or tried to.Maddox hadn't moved. Not an inch. His shoulders were still angled to shield me from Walker's view, his eyes locked on mine with that same intensity— like he was replaying every second of what had just happened. But I wouldn't be subdued. I wriggled myself further away from him.Walker stepped fully inside now, tugging at the button of his jacket, completely oblivious to the tension in the air.“Everything okay?” he asked, smiling like always— that soft, loyal, trusting smile that made my stomach twist with guilt. “You're wearing your jacket,” I managed, my voice embarrassingly shaky as I approached him. “Are you going out?”“Yeah,” he nodded, already reaching for his keys on the kitchen island. “Sort of an emergency at the company. They need me to come in for a

LIANA The air outside Professor Reynold’s office was crisp with the approaching Christmas break. The hallway smelled of pine and cinnamon, credit of the festive garlands strung across the office doors. It was the last day before the Christmas holidays and most of the professors had already clocked out early, eager to celebrate the break with their family. I’d spent weeks plotting this, weeks fantasizing about the man whose name alone made my core clench—Elijah Reynold. He was forty-two, devastatingly handsome, and had the kind of muscular buildup that looked strictly forbidden beneath his fitted academic tweed jackets. And me? At twenty-three, I was ready to admit to myself that I wasn't just a student with a crush; I was a horny, aching slut ready to be used. Ruined. And I knew this was my last chance before the holidays. Clutching the brightly wrapped gift box, I approached his secluded office on the quietest wing of the history department. I knocked once, then twice, but

ROCHELLE The end of year party was being held in an old garage.The entire place had been converted into some sort of disco club, with neon lights flashing from every corner. The music was so loud I could feel it vibrating through the heels of my Jimmy Choo platform shoes. The air was thick with the smell of cheap liquor, cigarettes and sweat. The entire place was jam-packed with overexcited college kids who were desperate to forget about their grades for just one chaotic night. I was also here for that same reason—to relieve all the academic pressure I'd immersed myself in. After a week of finals, my brain was totally fried. I didn't want to be a student anymore; I just wanted to be an average girl at an average party.I pushed my way through the crowd to centre of the room where everyone was twisting recklessly to the sound of hip-hop blaring from the speakers.I immediately fell into the same frenzy as everyone—hips swaying to the heavy beat of a trap song, not really caring wha

KAYLAThe mall was a nightmare of last-minute shoppers, screeching kids, and the endless loop of "Jingle Bell Rock." By the time I finally finished buying the last of the toys for my eight years old daughter, my arms were aching, and my feet felt like they were made of lead. Being a single mom was a full-time marathon, but I couldn't complain. Not when I had my Adeline. My sweet little girl. I stepped into the elevator, my heavy shopping bags clutched in both hands. It was packed. People were squeezed shoulder-to-shoulder, and I was forced toward the very back corner. The doors slid shut, and the elevator began its descent.Barely three minutes later, the elevator jerked to a violent halt. The lights flickered and died, plunging us into a stifling, heavy darkness before the dim, red emergency light kicked in. A collective groan and a few panicked gasps rippled through the crowded elevator. "Great," someone grumbled. "Just what we needed."As the crowd shifted in frustration, someon

SIENNAThe night was cold—A freezing zero degrees Celsius. But it didn't deter me from prepping myself for my usual routine before going to bed. My apartment is a fishbowl. It has no privacy. With floor-to-ceiling glass that offers solitude, people can see you from outside like you're on display. Initially, the anxiety was a cold weight in my chest. I went as far as installing heavy, motorized roller blinds, obsessed with the idea of sealing myself away from any prying eyes. I wanted my home to be a sanctuary, a place where the eyes of nosy neighbors couldn't reach me.But three weeks ago, everything shifted. I discovered a truth about myself that was as dark as it was exhilarating: the thought of being watched excited me more than any porn videos ever could.The realization arrived with the silhouette of a man.Across the thirty-yard space between our buildings, a man had become a permanent fixture in the window of the opposite penthouse. At first, I tried to dismiss it as a coinc