Styling Stories Novels & Stories

“It was intense… almost overwhelming. But I loved every second. Feeling you inside me, Jake. Tasting you, Mom. The way we all fit together.” We stayed tangled like that for a long time, trading slow, lazy kisses. Sarah kissed me deeply while Jake kissed my neck. Then Jake leaned over me to kiss Sarah, their tongues meeting right above my face. I watched them, my hand sliding down to gently stroke Jake’s cock as it began to thicken again. Not for another round—not yet—but just because I could. Because he was mine now. They both were.

The house finally went quiet. I let out a long breath and stretched, my tight little tank top riding up over my flat stomach. Nineteen years old and still stuck under his roof like a prisoner. No friends, no dates, no freedom. If he ever found my secret account… yeah, I’d be dead. But that risk made it hotter. The secrecy. The thrill of thousands of men paying to see what he had never let me show. I scrolled through my DMs for a minute, biting my lip at the usual flood of horny messages. Then I set my phone aside and slipped a hand under my shorts, tracing lazy circles over my clit. I was already wet. That comment had done its job.

Dexter finally found the grease-stained diary and started turning through it, page by page. "Today was Valentine's Day. I put a hair tie on Dexter's wrist, but he turned around and gave it to Brianna because she didn't have one." "He said jewelry wasn't allowed in the lab for safety reasons. He said Brianna couldn't go in without her hair tied back." "He said I didn't understand and that I was just being difficult." "He always has an excuse."