The Level Store Novels & Stories

One anonymous post lingered in my mind: “Level 7 isn’t about more people. It’s about more inside you. Until there’s no room left for anything else—not thought, not fear, not even air.” I texted at 3 a.m. on a Thursday, fingers shaking. Level 7. Tonight. Two cocks in my pussy. One in my ass. All at once. Make it impossible to walk tomorrow. His reply came before I could lock the screen. 22:00. Door 13. Arrive already dripping. No coat. Just you.