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It had multiple labs, teaching spaces, and room for the kind of long-term studies that were impossible within traditional institutional constraints. They'd recruited Ava as a postdoctoral researcher, and she'd brought her own research questions that complemented theirs perfectly. The three of them were back together, not in a romantic triangle, but in a professional collaboration that was deeper and more authentic than ever. On opening day, as they stood in the main research space with their team assembled around them, Sienna squeezed Marcus's hand. "We did it," she whispered. "We did," he agreed. "We actually did it." That night, they went home and made love in the shower, her back against

I didn't know how I felt when he told me that and the fact I haven't told him that I cheated on Alice what's something that scared me because I could not even imagine the reaction he was going to have when he found out that I cheated on Alice with her sister. Kelvin had his way of finding things out and it made me nervous because he considered Alice his sister and he wouldn't hesitate to punch me in the face if he ever found out that I cheated on her. I didn't want Kelvin getting close to an hour because I did not want things to get even more complicated and I could not imagine what was going to happen should everything get exposed and should Kelvin ever find out that the person that he was

Elena turned to face me, her expression serious but hungry than ever before. “Then we learn to be very discreet,” she replied. “Stolen kisses in the office when he’s not looking. Quick fucks in the guest bathroom during parties. Weekend getaways when he’s traveling, we won’t miss chances, we’ll fuck whenever we get the chance to.” She kissed me softly. “But make no mistake, Lila. This affair isn’t ending. I want you too much… way too much Lila.” I knew it was dangerous, I knew this was wrong in every way you look at it.

And the silence hurts worse than anything. End of story 3

Sarah had texted Daniel an hour earlier: “Pick up milk, bread, and whatever else we need. Ethan’s tagging along—he needs stuff for his new apartment.” That was the official story. The real story started three months ago in the guest bedroom after too much wine at Sarah’s birthday dinner. A late-night kitchen raid turned into hands under shirts, mouths crashing together in the dark pantry while Sarah slept upstairs. Since then it had been stolen moments—quick handjobs in the garage, blowjobs in Ethan’s car in the driveway, once even a frantic fuck on the laundry room floor while Sarah was at yoga. Never enough. Never safe. Always hungry.

The touch lingers. I shift, pressing my thighs together. My pussy is already getting wet. This is ridiculous. They’re just being nice. But my body hasn’t been touched properly in weeks, and something about the way they look at me—like they can see straight through my polite smiles—makes me clench. Clara sets her wine down and scoots closer on my other side. “Let’s help you relax. Tell us what you really need out here.” The conversation drifts. They share stories about the other wives in the neighborhood. The secret parties. The way certain husbands travel and certain wives… entertain themselves. Their laughter is low and knowing.

And what Ammar said next, made her legs weak, as if the floor was snatched away from her feet. "So you know Subh-Dil? How?" Subh-Dil looked at Ammar then at Azam who was already looking at her. As if mocking her. "We know each other from childhood and we both loved each other..." Azam started speaking but his sentence was interrupted by two things. "He is lying," First Subh-Dil's voice, Second Ammar's hand which strike against his cheek. "Don't you dare to lie." Ammar warned him. "We both eloped from out houses to get married..." Holding his cheek, Azam once again started saying but Ammar slapped him again.

It’s sad when a stereotype affects people who are far from the reality of that stereotype. Despite the fact that there is a presence of Evil in the world today, we can’t still deny the fact that there’s a whole lot of Good too. Infidelity might be the order of the day or norm of this present generation, but that doesn’t still change the fact that there are faithful and discipline Men and Woman out there who would stand their ground on a relationship and say ‘No’ to Cheating. Belinda was certainly among those good eggs, but we can’t say same for her husband ‘Ace’, because so many things weren’t adding up with the recent findings in their relationship. Belinda was still in the dark but not for

He just hoped that this was the start of something new, not the end of a potential good relationship… THE END AUTHOR'S NOTE. Hello lovelies. I trust you guys are doing great. So, I decided to finally start this project after putting it off for a year now. This is like a collection of my readers' suggestions and stories. You tell me what you want as the next story, and I write the prompt of the lucky person. So far, I have 20 prompts from my readers from platforms, 19 when you exclude the already uploaded one. Updates for this series will be twice or thrice a week, with a full upload of a story, not chapter-by-chapter updates, depending on my school schedules.

“You didn’t do anything? I saw you and that bitch of a consort, on your knees for a cock like common sluts.” She whimpered, shaking her head. “No, no… Fenny, her lady was fucking and I got carried away." "And the emissary?" Lina blushed. "I only sucked him, I didn’t... fuck anyone." He raised a brow. “Like I would believe that," he said coldly, “You're going to tell me every filthy, depraved thing you’ve done with her, how long it has been happening and what not. I’ll write it down. And when the king returns, he’ll know exactly what his consort and her little maid have been doing!.”