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When Two Loves Collide
The text message arrived at exactly 7:03 PM, just as I was adjusting my lipstick in the bathroom mirror of Marco's downtown loft. My phone buzzed against the marble countertop, and I felt that fam...
When Two Loves Become One
I sit at the bar, nursing my third glass of Merlot, staring at the delicate dance of the candle flame reflected in the deep red liquid. The bar is bustling, but I'm tucked away in a quiet corner, ...
The Third Bedroom
The notification pinged at 10:47 PM while Marcus was brushing his teeth. I was already in bed, scrolling through the couple's profile for the fifth time that evening.
Conference Temptations
The hotel bar buzzed with the white noise of a hundred simultaneous conversations, but I only heard Marcus's laugh—low, warm, and far too close to my ear. "Another round?
The Groom's Unconventional Last Request
I was never good at poker. The whiskey wasn’t helping, and the lumpy leather couch in Jake’s man-cave basement was doing nothing for my concentration.
A Nudge into the Voyeur's Den
I’ve lost count of how many Saturdays we’ve ended up here, pressed against the velvet rope that keeps the hallway traffic from blocking the viewing window. The orgy room glows beyond the glass lik...
When Three Became More
The first time, it was Jack’s idea.
Secret Santa’s Forbidden After-Party
I should have known something was different about the marketing department's holiday party when I caught Marcus in the supply closet at three-thirty, changing into a dress shirt that probably cost ...
The Invitation We Couldn't Ignore
The email had been sitting in their shared inbox for exactly twenty-three days, marked as read but never deleted. Maya had stumbled across it first—a simple subject line reading "An Evening of Pos...
Awakened by the Final Asana
The morning we arrived at the mountaintop ashram, the air itself felt like a promise—thin, clean, and trembling with possibility. I stepped out of the van last, jeans sticking to my thighs, city s...
One More for the Fire
The air in the loft tasted of anticipation, metallic and sharp, like the scent before a thunderstorm. Leo watched from the kitchen island as Sofia meticulously wiped a non-existent water spot from...
Truth, Dare, and Six Friends in the Hot Tub
The wood-paneled living room smelled like pine and decades of campfires, a scent that yanked me straight back to college weekends and cheap vodka. I adjusted the thermostat even though I knew it w...
The birthday surprise was supposed...
I knew something was off the moment Elena told me to wear the black dress—the one she called my "fuck-me dress" when we were alone. It clung to every curve, dipped low in the back, and had a slit ...
Four Hands, Six Hands, Her Ecstasy
The bell above the door chimes like a warning when you push inside. Late-afternoon Bangkok humidity curls around you, but inside the parlor the air is cool, laced with lemongrass, jasmine, and the...
The game of strip poker...
The porch light cast amber hexagons across the deck where six old friends circled a weather-worn picnic table. It was the last weekend of summer, the air still thick with lake humidity and mosquit...
The House Where Memories Come Undone
I spotted Maya's silhouette against the Atlantic sunrise before she noticed me, and the same tidal pull I'd felt sophomore year slammed into my chest. Eight years had sanded her sharp edges, but t...