All Chapters of THE SEX CHRONICLES —100 WAYS TO SIN: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Emma.I finished my shift in a daze, moving through the motions like a robot. Every time I passed room 412 my stomach twisted. I couldn’t believe what I had done. I had fucked a patient. Let him cum deep inside me while I was supposed to be working. My pussy still felt tender and full of him as I drove home in silence, the late afternoon sun glaring through the windshield.The house was quiet when I walked in. The nanny had already bathed and fed the kids. Mia and Leo ran to me the second they saw me, wrapping their little arms around my legs. I hugged them tight, breathing in their clean, soapy smell, trying to hold onto something good in the middle of all this mess.I read them bedtime stories, tucked them in, and kissed their foreheads until they fell asleep. Then I went to our bedroom, sat on the edge of the bed, and waited for Ryan. I needed to tell him. I needed to confess what I had done with Nathan and beg him to stop this open marriage before it destroyed us completely. I reh

Emma.Fucking Nathan stopped being about revenge months ago. It became something deeper, something that felt like real passion and genuine attraction. The kind of connection I hadn’t known I was missing until it consumed me.I spent most of my time at his mansion now. The kids and I had moved in fully after the divorce was finalized. Nathan treated me like I mattered. He listened when I talked about my day, remembered the little things like how I liked my coffee or the way I needed quiet time after a long shift. Even on the days when Ryan was being a complete dickhead—texting late at night asking for money or canceling plans with the kids again—Nathan would pull me into his lap, kiss my forehead, and remind me that I wasn’t alone anymore. He prioritized my feelings in a way Ryan never had, not even in the beginning.Ryan had basically disappeared from our lives. He no longer came home most nights. He barely saw Mia and Leo, sending a quick text once every couple of weeks saying he was

Lucinda.My head felt like someone had thrown a whole damn party inside my skull and forgotten to clean up.I groaned loudly, rolling over in bed and immediately regretting every shot I took last night. My mouth tasted like regret and cheap tequila. My tight black dress was twisted around my waist like it had tried to strangle me in my sleep. I pushed my wild curls out of my face and sat up slowly, blinking at the sunlight sneaking through the curtains.“Ughhh… never again,” I muttered, even though I knew that was a lie. I loved a good night out.That’s when I noticed the bedside table. A plate with perfectly scrambled eggs, crispy bacon, toast with avocado, and a big steaming mug of what I knew was Trinidad’s special hangover tea. Next to it was a small handwritten note in her neat, slightly messy handwriting.Drink the tea first. Eat. You’re gonna need it. Gone to school early. — TriniI stared at the note for a long second, frowning. Trini never left without me. Like, ever. We had

Trinidad.The bathroom door creaked open and Lucinda stepped inside still wearing that tiny red mini gown, heels clicking on the tile. Her big perky tits were spilling out the top, nipples faintly visible through the thin fabric. She looked flushed, confused, and so fucking beautiful it made my chest hurt.I stood there naked under the running shower, water cascading down my small perky tits and over my stomach, completely frozen.“Luci… why are you back so early?” My voice came out hoarse. “You literally just left ten minutes ago.”She didn’t answer right away. Instead she closed the bathroom door behind her and leaned against it, eyes locked on mine. The steam from the shower was making her curls stick to her neck. She looked nervous but determined, that sassy spark still in her eyes.“I’ve been going out every night because I wanted you to get jealous,” she said softly. “I wanted you to finally admit you feel something for me, Trini. That the kiss wasn’t just a drunk mistake.”I st

The old museum smelled like dust, polished wood, and centuries of forgotten history. Ten college students spilled out of the two rented vans, stretching their legs and complaining about the long drive. The afternoon sun hung low over the quiet town, casting long shadows across the ancient stone building.“Finally,” Khelani groaned, adjusting the strap of her bag. At nineteen, she was all curves and confidence, her dark skin glowing under the golden light. “My ass is numb from that ride.”Chelsea laughed beside her, flipping her blonde hair. “That’s what you get for sitting on Tyler’s lap the whole way.”Tyler grinned, slinging an arm around Chelsea’s shoulders. “Hey, she volunteered. Don’t hate the player.”Miranda rolled her eyes, elegant even in casual clothes, her long legs looking endless in tight jeans. “Can we focus? This project is thirty percent of our grade. I didn’t come all the way out here to watch you all flirt.”Stephanie stayed quiet near the back, petite and wide-eyed,