"‘Bend over.’ Two words, and Lily was already dripping for the punishment she craved."
In Victoria's office, Lily trembled before her boss, skirt hiked, lace panties exposed. "You've been naughty, missing deadlines," Victoria purred, fingers outlining Lily's thigh and sending shivers."Bend over," Victoria commanded. Lily obeyed, heart pounding with desire.Victoria's palm cracked down sharply,...
"One sip of cheap strawberry wine still tastes like the summer I lost my innocence—and found something far more dangerous: real love."
The Taste of SummerEven now, all these years later, a single sip of strawberry wine can stop time. I was at a backyard barbecue in Dallas last summer—some neighbor’s Fourth of July thing, the kind where the air smells like...
""At the stroke of midnight, Riley's virginity shatters under Grandpa's cock and Mommy's whispers—family claims her raw, relentless, breeding her into their perfect, ruined forever."
Chapter 7 – The Stroke of Midnight - (The moment I was reborn)Grandpa's arms were iron bands around me, one under my shoulders, one under my knees, cradling me like I was still the little girl who used to fall...
"Beneath the mask, Riley’s untouched body yields to velvet touches and whispered sins—until the forbidden hands of family find her dripping, trembling core."
Chapter 4 – The First Snip - (Dancing with the devil I already knew)The Maybach moved through the night like black silk. I sat rigid, knees locked together, trying to pretend the crotchless black lace panties Ashley had chosen weren't...
"One black envelope, and the good girl finally learned how delicious ruin could taste."
Chapter 1 – The Envelope That Owned Me - (The invitation that knew my name before I did)I was halfway through sorting junk mail when I saw it: a thick black envelope lying face-down on the cold tile, as if...
"A naïve girl's innocence shatters on a church ski trip when she's manipulated into losing her virginity, revealing a web of exploitation that haunts her through high school."
I remember that youth group ski trip like it was etched into my soul with a hot iron—every flake of snow, every whisper of wind through the pines, every bubble in that damned hot tub. I was a sophomore, just...
"I trade my purity for an A on a silver cart, blindfolded as Professor Amii Calculé whispers against my tear-soaked lips, “You are mine.”"
You wanted the naughtiest thing I've ever done in front of people. This one still makes my pulse race and my pussy clench when I remember it.I was in college, nineteen and drunk on freedom. My classes were just background...