couple in Hotwife & Sharing

The morning light filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows of FitFlex Gym, casting long shadows across the polished concrete floors. Maya adjusted her ponytail for the third time, stealing gl...

The hotel bar smells like bourbon and regret. That’s what I’m thinking as I watch the ice melt in my Scotch, a bead of condensation tracing a path down the glass to pool on the polished mahogany.