Euphoria Ashtray Novels & Stories

We spent the day upgrading. First, the cards. Mom had a design program on her laptop. We created elegant but filthy business cards—matte black with gold lettering. On the front: Ebony Elite Pleasures – Discreet & Unforgettable. A simple silhouette of two curvaceous women. On the back, our anonymous contact info, rates (high), and a tagline: Let us worship your success… and drain every drop. We printed a thick stack on premium cardstock at a local shop, giggling like schoolgirls in the car on the way home.

It was hard not to stare at the mountain of cutlery and pots stacked up like a round of Jenga gone wrong, and the used dishes that lined the arms of the sofa, caked with dried-on dirt and cigarette ash. Pretty much everything in the vicinity of the coffee table was a make-shift ashtray; old bottles, coffee lined mugs, empty pie foils and even crisp packets. When Caleb spotted the real ashtray underneath a pile of magazines he saw why; the thing looked like it was last emptied in the arse end of the naughties. He took the tea and moved toward the sofa, shoving aside the papers and guitar that currently occupied the seat space. Just being in this flat made him feel like his skin was crawling w

I hope you like my gifts, though I didn't actually buy it with my funds, but it's the thought that counts, right? The ashtray cost a lot, I'm not going to say how much or you might shriek in delirium and incidentally it is very sensitive to heat. Maybe that might help you reduce your intake of that poison you enjoy? And in case you haven't figured out, the studs are for your brow. I don't know why I immediately thought of you when I saw the jewelry on display, that doesn't exactly mean I support your multiple piercings though. This has gone on for too long and I won't be surprised if you skip paragraphs to get to the end, it'll probably bore you out and I don't blame you for it, I'm a boring

After two days, they all came back after having a few meetings with Mr. Vim. He wasn't in a mood to agree with them and give the contract back to them. Jung-Hoon was so stressed in those days, which was making Syanja worried about him. One thing that Syanja noticed those days was that Jung-Hoon is the most passionate about his work and family. She didn't know about what was going on with them all. All she knew was they were having some crises in business. Syanja let out a sigh as she completed her work and a small smile curved on her lips when she remembered that was her last file and now she could spend some time with Jung-Hoon. "Finally, after two days, I am going to spend some time with y

I even ѕhаrеd a сіgаrеttе wіth her оut оn thе bаlсоnу. Nоw, thе plate we uѕеd fоr аn ashtray is аlѕо gоnе. Our еmрtу wіnе glаѕѕеѕ have bееn сlеаnеd аnd lіnеd up beside thе mini bar.

I even ѕhаrеd a сіgаrеttе wіth her оut оn thе bаlсоnу. Nоw, thе plate we uѕеd fоr аn ashtray is аlѕо gоnе. Our еmрtу wіnе glаѕѕеѕ have bееn сlеаnеd аnd lіnеd up beside thе mini bar.

The cracked glass ashtray overflowed with crushed cigarette butts, some smeared with faded red lipstick. Nora was on all fours, knees sunk into the thin cushions that had long lost any shape. Her cheap black lace panties—bought on sale on Shopee—were pulled to the right side, the elastic biting into her thigh flesh. Her raised ass trembled slightly, not from cold but from raw anticipation. Her swollen, open pussy lips glistened under the red light; a thick, transparent thread dripped slowly down the inside of her left thigh, leaving a sticky trail that dripped onto the leather.

Stephen puffed the cigarette smoke he inhaled deeply into the air, creating a puff of smoke that moves to fill his office room before the smoke disappeared with the surrounding air. His back rested on his work chair by crossing his legs that rest on his desk. Beside his right leg, dozens of cigarette butts lined up irregularly in the cigarette ashtray made of recycled wood. His dark blue eyes looked at the ceiling of the room that was actually not very attractive but still successfully made him stare at the ceiling for a long time. To be precise, his mind was currently on Nikki, and the blank ceiling worked as a projector helping him project all of his memories with Nikki as much as he had.

At a boutique woodcrafter's stall, I spotted an intricately carved desktop hourglass with dark walnut framing—a small, thoughtful gift for Aster to replace the plain brass one in his study that had cracked during his recovery. As the shopkeeper wrapped the hourglass in paper, my gaze wandered to a velvet tray near the counter. Resting on the cloth was a sleek fountain pen carved from polished black obsidian, accented with a subtle band of hammered gold. It was understated, heavy, and striking. My mind immediately jumped to Asher. I could picture his large, scarred hand wrapped around it, the dark stone matching the stern, unyielding lines of his desk. I took a step toward it, my fingers almo

The room was dim, with a single candle illuminating the best it could, and I saw something poking out from the layers of blue and white. I strode up to it cautiously and touched it, only for it to crinkle against my fingers and fall to the floor. It all came back to me now and I picked it up, my hands shaking, my nose filled with the smell of his perfume that seemed to come from the paper. “I will read it and throw it out,” I said under my breath, slowly unfolding the crisp quarters to see a contract. “Proposal for a Dominant and Submissive Relationship?” The candle flickered and I moved closer to the golden glow to see the letters better. Dominant? Submissive? Hard limits? Soft Limits?