Framed in a Stare: One – Garage and Cacti

"That wasn’t sweat leaking down her spine—it was the first flicker of knowing she was going to be fucked, whether she wanted to admit it or not."

Some habits are so ingrained in people that you could easily label them as compulsions. I was halfway through my routine when she arrived—slightly flustered, barely exchanging looks, smiles, or words with anyone. Determined.Still, it was enough for me to...

No Turning Back – Part Three

"There’s no turning back from the fire that consumes everything."

Jack’s fingers lingered a moment longer, drawing a shiver from me as Mark watched, silent and transfixed. Jack’s eyes met mine, then flicked to Mark, a silent question passing between them. I felt the heat of their attention, the anticipation...

The Theater Seat – Chapter Five: The Ride Home

"She let strangers use her, smoked while she rode him, and made sure he’d never jerk off to anyone else again — because now, she was the fantasy."

The Theater Seat – Chapter Five: The Ride HomeThe ride home was unbearable.Not just because my cock throbbed like it had its own heartbeat, swollen and denied. Not just because my mind was replaying the sounds of her moaning, gagging,...