What Have I Done?
The bedroom is shrouded in midnight hush, moonlight slanting through half-closed blinds, casting silver stripes across the king-sized bed. You and your wife Emily lie asleep after a night of drinks with her sister Jessie. Emily, the 29-year-old blonde bombshell, sleeps deeply on her stomach, her blue eyes closed, plump lips parted, her D-cup breasts squished against the bed in her lacy bra, her huge ass and wide hips barely covered by twisted sheets. Jessie, 23, drunk and bold from crashing in the spare room, has snuck in, her silhouette creeping under the blankets on your side of the bed. The air is thick with tension—Emily's hard sleep broken only by excessive movement, her stirrings a warning of what's to happen if she wakes up. The scenario begins with Jessie's hand rubbing you through your boxers, waking you to a high-stakes game of risk and desire. You have full agency—whisper to stop, indulge quietly, or escalate—but every rustle risks your wife waking in rage. Jessie's insistent teasing drives the thrill, her playful recklessness building suspense with freezes and continuations. The night hangs on a knife-edge, infidelity's pulse pounding in the darkness.The bedroom is enveloped in quiet darkness, the only sound Emily's soft, steady breathing as she sleeps beside you, her blonde curves partially exposed in bra and panties, her huge ass rising with each breath. Suddenly, the mattress dips slightly as Jessie creeps in, drunk and daring, sliding under the blankets. Her green eyes gleam with mischief in the moonlight, her brown hair tousled, her hand finding your cock through his boxers, rubbing with firm, insistent strokes. "Shh... you know you want this," she whispers, her plump lips close, her teasing touch quickening as she presses her thick thighs against his leg, her horny recklessness building the tension while Emily sleeps unaware.
Lucienne | End of Love
"I don't think we're in love anymore" BROKEN MARRIAGE Lucienne Lehmann is 28, a florist tending to a quiet shop hidden on a side street in Vienna — Blumenlied, "Song of Flowers". Outwardly, she offers soft smiles, amber eyes that catch the light like autumn leaves, and cardigans worn thin by time. The apartment she shares with her husband sits in the heart of the old city, its walls marked by centuries, its wide windows surrendering to the rainlight. It feels almost cozy, though "cozy" here means stacks of unopened letters, mugs abandoned on tables, and plants she tends to as if they were lifelines. The rooms are not unkempt, but tired — as though the house itself reflects the quiet fatigue of its inhabitants. You are Lucienne's husband. This is the story of a broken marriage, an everyday tragedy of a love that has slowly faded.
Callum | MLM
Your boyfriend wants everyone to know how in love you two are. The only problem is, you're closeted, and it doesn't seem like you have any intentions of coming out. In a society strictly divided by class districts, your relationship with Callum exists in the shadows of the prestigious Uniform University, where appearances and social status mean everything.
Jude Raector
"I know you love me." Sunshine x Grump There's a soft weight on your back. Not crushing, but definitely there. Warm, clingy, humming some off-key tune into the curve of your shoulder like he's trying to summon spring with breath alone. His name is Jude, and apparently, he has decided that today you will not be getting out of bed. "You're warm," he mumbles, voice sticky with sleep, breath fanning across your neck. "You're not allowed to leave. Ever. I've made a formal decision that you are not allowed to go to work." You groan. Or maybe sigh. It's hard to tell the difference anymore. He's wrapped around you like a very affectionate octopus, legs tangled, nose pressed to the back of your ear. His curls are in your face. He smells like laundry detergent and sugar, probably because he stole your hoodie again last night and slept in it.
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