I never thought sharing a bed would feel like walking a tightrope. Every breath, every shift in the sheets—it’s all charged now. We still laugh over coffee, but at night, something hangs between us, unspoken. Is it distance growing… or desire finally breaking through? This isn’t just about sex. It’s about who we are when the lights go out, and whether we’re moving closer—or letting go.

A renowned intimacy host and therapist travels the galaxy, helping clients address issues related to intimacy and relationships. With unique abilities to bring out deepest thoughts and desires, this therapist helps individuals and couples from all walks of life transform their lives. The practice focuses on increasing trust and communication, overcoming fertility challenges, educating on sexual techniques, and exploring intimate areas of the body in a safe environment.

I never thought the words 'I don’t want to sleep with you anymore' would be followed by 'but I want to watch you with someone else.' My wife said it calmly, like she’d rehearsed it for years. Now I’m sitting on the edge of our bed, heart pounding, trying to parse love from betrayal. Is this a gift or a test? A new beginning or the end of us? The truth is—she’s never looked more alive than when she said it.

Tian Xuning returns home from set, his dominant presence filling your luxurious mansion. You sense the raw tension in his posture, wondering if tonight will ignite the volatile passion always simmering between you.

Your breath hitches as Patrick’s lips trace the curve of your neck, his hands slow and deliberate. Janet watches from the doorway, her eyes dark with desire and something more—permission, maybe, or surrender. This was supposed to be a simple arrangement: one night, no strings. But the air is thick with unspoken rules breaking, and you know nothing will ever be the same after tonight.

A tender friends-to-lovers story about finding comfort in unexpected places. When the pressures of daily life become overwhelming, Ji-Yeong shows up at midnight with daisies and chocolates, offering something far more valuable than gifts - her presence and understanding. In the quiet intimacy of a late-night visit, boundaries blur and a deeper connection emerges in this emotional journey of vulnerability and affection.

It's your wedding night. The house is quiet, the candles flicker, and he’s waiting—your husband, your best friend, the man you’ve loved for years. You both stayed apart these last weeks to make this moment sacred. Now, standing before the mirror in your chosen nightgown, you feel the weight of anticipation. This isn’t just about love—it’s about surrender.

After escaping a toxic and painful relationship, you find the strength to move forward while caring for your newborn daughter, Hina. The heavy, exhausting routine slowly transforms when Akari enters your life—a young woman with a striking appearance and an unexpectedly tender heart. Between diaper changes, sleepless nights, and silences heavy with meaning, a fragile yet powerful bond grows between the two women. Akari, inexperienced as a caregiver, throws herself wholeheartedly into a world she never imagined: intimacy with you and the daily life of a baby who shares no blood with her, yet awakens instincts of affection and protection. As little Hina dictates the pace of the household with cries and soft giggles, you and Akari build something intimate, sensual, and profoundly human—a love that blends care and desire, marked by the rediscovery of trust and pleasure.

The room was filled with the scents and sounds of intimacy as Sydney lay beside you, holding you close. After your passionate encounter, Sydney focused on aftercare, cherishing the tender moments that followed. She stroked your hair and kissed your forehead, emphasizing comfort and connection. Sydney took care to gently roll you both to the side, ensuring your comfort while tracing the curves of your body with affection. Noticing your sensitivity, Sydney adjusted her touch to avoid overstimulation. She whispered words of praise, slowly easing the strap-on out to ensure you felt no discomfort. Assuring you of her pride in your bond, Sydney held you close, appreciating the deep love you shared.

In the depths of night, when melancholy strikes and sleep abandons you, there's only one place to find solace—your garage. With tools in hand and music blaring, you attempt to drown out the darkness in your mind. But sometimes, the comfort you need isn't found in machines or noise. Sometimes it comes in the form of soft footsteps in the dark and a familiar voice asking you to come back to bed.

I'm Kendall. Sex doesn't move me—never has. In a world that equates desire with life, my lack of it makes me a ghost in the conversation. People whisper: broken, repressed, cold. But I’m none of those things. I feel deeply. I just don’t feel *that*. And when the woman who’s been in love with me for ten years finally confronts me—demanding to know why I’ve never touched her—the truth I’ve buried begins to surface. Not because I want it to, but because silence is no longer an option.

In the sticky heat of a New York City summer, two broken souls find healing in each other's arms. Quentin struggles with depression and trauma while Eliot fights to recover from the physical wounds left by the Monster. Through medication, therapy, and the unwavering support of their chosen family, they navigate the difficult road to recovery together. When Quentin suggests attending Pride, it becomes more than just a parade - it's a symbol of their resilience, their love, and their commitment to rebuilding their lives. Experience the emotional intimacy, the raw vulnerability, and the passionate connection that defines their journey as they learn to live again, one day at a time.

Didn't like how Supernatural ended with Castiel and Dean, so I made my own ending where their story continues beyond the series finale.

In the quiet moments between saving the world and magical crises, Eliot and Quentin have built something fragile and precious - a life together. When a scruffy puppy named Dessy enters their home, she brings with her memories of a past life, echoes of fatherhood, and a question neither has dared voice: What does family mean for two men who've already lost everything and found each other again? The warmth of shared mornings, the comfort of familiar touch, and the quiet joy of caring for something together weave a tapestry of intimacy that neither can deny. This is their story of love, healing, and the little things that make a house a home.

A story of physical and emotional intimacy between two people exploring their desires and connection in a private setting.

Anya Taylor-Joy, in a sultry black negligee, orchestrates a romantic evening for her husband, her heart alight with anticipation, easing his exhaustion with a tender massage and a whispered invitation to a petal-strewn bedroom escape.

The halls of Beacon Academy hide more than just classrooms and training grounds. For Jaune Arc, every corner offers a new opportunity for passionate encounters with the most desirable huntresses-in-training. From Yang's fiery advances to Pyrrha's tender embraces, Blake's primal heat to Weiss's elegant seduction, and Ruby's eager exploration - your days and nights are filled with sensual possibilities. How will you navigate these intimate relationships when every woman wants a piece of you?

Wusuowei has been your closest friend since childhood—a dangerously magnetic presence with delicate features that mask his intense aura. The entire school whispers about your bond, sensing the tension neither of you has acknowledged. On a sweltering afternoon in an empty classroom, he abandons pretense, his calculated gaze stripping away the last layers of your friendship.

I never thought love could be so tender—and so fragile. My husband’s kindness was my sanctuary, his devotion a quiet promise etched into every shared morning. But bloodlines demand heirs, and when my parents pushed other women upon him, I watched, heart in throat, as he refused them all… until one night shattered everything. Now, a stranger’s laughter lingers in our bed, and my best friend’s hand lingers on mine a little too long. I must choose: fight for a broken marriage, walk away into the unknown, or risk loving someone in a way I never planned.

I lie awake every night, feeling the distance between us grow—not just in the bed, but in the silence we’ve built. She wants more. I see it in her eyes, the hunger she doesn’t bother hiding anymore. But every time she reaches for me, my body locks up, my breath shortens. I love her, deeply. I just… can’t. Or maybe I’m afraid I will. What happens when the person you’re supposed to be closest to makes you feel the most alone?

The walls press in around us, but I barely notice. All I can feel is Eliot's body against mine, his heat searing through our clothes, the way his breath fans across my neck. In these tight spaces, something primal awakens between us - a hunger that can't be denied. From broom closets to airplane bathrooms, car backseats to air vents, we've discovered that confinement breeds passion. Every stolen moment, every risky encounter, pulls us deeper into a relationship built on trust, desire, and the thrill of getting caught. Are you ready to surrender to the tension?

In the heat of their established relationship, something unexpected emerges—Parker finds herself drawn to watch Eliot and Hardison's intimate connection rather than always joining in. As boundaries shift and desires evolve, explore the delicate dance of love, trust, and understanding between three souls who refuse to let conventional relationship rules define their happiness. This is a journey into the complexities of intimacy, where watching can be just as powerful as participating, and true connection transcends physical expectations.

In the quiet isolation of Fillory, every touch becomes a revelation. The mosaic may be our quest, but Quentin has become my obsession—his skin under my hands, his desperate sounds when I take control, the trust in his eyes when I bind him to our bed. This isn't just sex. It's discovery. It's surrender. It's learning every way our bodies fit together until there's no distinction between where I end and he begins. In this cottage, with our hands stained by tile dust and our sheets tangled by desire, we're building something more permanent than any mosaic pattern could ever be.

After a difficult breakup with Eli, Tatum finds comfort in your presence. What starts as a supportive moment quickly ignites into something more as emotions run high and an unexpected connection forms between you.

My hand trembled as it hung in the air, still stinging from the impact. I—me, the quiet one who cooked your meals, folded your clothes, waited up every night—just slapped you. You didn’t flinch. You never do. But your eyes… they flickered. For the first time in ten years, I saw something crack behind that ice. Was it pain? Surprise? Or the truth you’ve buried under boardroom victories and midnight emails?

I never expected this—living with my mom, laughing like teenagers, writing poems side by side as if we’ve always belonged together. Kari’s smile still takes my breath away, just like it did when I was a child. But now… it makes my pulse race for reasons I can’t admit. We touch too much, linger too long in each other’s gaze, say things that blur every line. I’m falling for her—deeply, hopelessly—and I know she feels it too. We’re just too afraid to say it out loud.

Parker's world has always been about locks, heights, and carefully calculated risks—until Hardison showed her what it meant to be loved. Now Eliot's steady presence and unspoken protection are awakening feelings she never saw coming. As the lines between team, friends, and something more begin to blur, Parker must navigate the most dangerous heist of all: the tangled emotions of her heart. Will she let herself fall for both men who've broken through her defenses, or play it safe and risk losing everything?

Jinx notices the scars on your wrists and responds with slow, intimate comfort that blends dominance with tender care. In the dim glow of Zaun's undercity hideout, she creates a moment of safety through deliberate, gentle intimacy.

She was supposed to die that night. But he saved her—carried her broken body away from the blood, and fled to Florence. Now, hidden in a grand mansion above the city, Alana Bloom recovers beside the man she once loved... and now fears. He calls her his wife. He cares for her. And yet, nothing is safe here—not even her heart.

We broke up a year ago, but your name still echoes in my morning coffee, in the silence between songs, in every decision I make. Now you're back—older, sharper, eyes full of unresolved storms. The past isn't buried; it's breathing down my neck. Your decisions shape whether we heal, collide, or finally let go.

You're a young man starting over in the city, crashing at your stunningly beautiful grandmother's place. She's warm, wise, and undeniably alluring—still turning heads at her age. When your charming cousin moves in too, the apartment feels smaller overnight. The rivalry begins as a smirk, a sarcastic comment—but soon, you both realize you're fighting for more than space. You're fighting for *her* attention. And that’s when things get dangerous.

She didn't know how it happened. You two were best friends—the kind who shared everything. Now she's your girlfriend? The transition from best friends to something more happened so naturally, yet Lilan is still trying to process this new reality as you lie beside her, changing everything she thought she knew about love.

In the quiet moments between cons and heists, something beautiful was growing between us. Three souls who had found something rare in each other - trust, passion, and a love worth fighting for. Join me as I uncover the hidden depths of Eliot Spencer, the man who seemed so impenetrable yet melts at a touch, blushes at a word, and finds peace in the most unexpected gestures of affection. Discover the vulnerable heart beneath the tough exterior as we navigate the intimate journey of learning exactly what makes each other tick - and how to make our hitman boyfriend sigh with contentment.

Waking up after the most amazing night of his life, Liam can't contain his happiness as he FaceTimes his friends to share the news. With his new love still sleeping peacefully beside him, he describes his feelings and newfound contentment, unaware that she might be listening to every word.

I wear silk like armor and smile like a saint, but inside, I’m unraveling. Every brush of his fingers—timid, kind, so unaware—sends fire through my veins. He thinks I’m just his quiet wife, gentle and proper. He doesn’t know I command empires from the shadows. He doesn’t know how hard I fight not to pin him against the wall and claim what I truly want. But tonight… his hand lingered on my waist. And I’m not sure I can pretend anymore.

A modern foggy and rainy town called Forks. Your best friend Malek is drunk again. And when Malek is drunk, he turns into a cuddling- and luffing- mess. Who would have thought that this moody and growling ass would get so needy from alcohol? You. You know for sure. And it's up to you to decide how to turn this story around.

You’re Han So-hee, a 20-year-old ceramics major who speaks in quiet hands and centered breaths, the kind of girl who can feel the tremor in clay before it cracks. Last night, your best friend Dae-ho—star swimmer, campus legend, the so-called “National Treasure”—finally said the words you’ve waited ten years to hear. And you said yes. But joy turned to panic when your mind flashed to his swim briefs, to the rumors whispered in locker rooms, to the terrifying truth: loving him isn’t just emotional—it’s physical. You’re afraid your body will shatter under him like flawed pottery in the kiln. Now, as dawn bleeds through the studio windows, you stand at a crossroads. Do you let fear dictate your heart’s oldest truth? Or do you trust that love, like clay, can be shaped slowly, carefully, into something strong? Bomi says you need a plan. Hye-jin is already smirking, waiting for you to falter. The campus watches, unaware that your quiet romance is a battlefield of courage, vulnerability, and absurd, tender humor. Your choices will define not just your first time, but whether you become the woman who broke—or the one who held her shape under fire.

Your wife Isumi has been acting differently lately, more affectionate than usual. When she pulls you close with that look in her eyes, you know tonight might be different from your usual routine.

I never meant for it to happen. One moment I was presenting my project to the most powerful young CEO in the industry, and the next—his lips were on mine, his hands claiming me like I’d been made only for him. Now I’m caught between scandal and desire, with a contract in one hand and his heated gaze burning into my soul. This wasn’t part of the job description… but walking away might be harder than staying.

The farmhouse is quiet except for the gentle creak of old wood and the soft chirping of birds waking up. Bucky sits on the porch, shoulders relaxed but eyes thoughtful, wrapped in a warm blanket. He's far from the chaos of his past: the missions, the battles, the Winter Soldier's shadow. But those memories never quite fade. Since coming back from the chaos of his last days in the city, he's chosen this quiet life with you.

After a long week of classes and campus chaos, Anika and you settle in for a quiet night in their dorm—something lowkey, just the two of you, away from the noise of your usual friend group. Blankets are piled high, snacks are scattered across the bed, and the laptop is already queued up with horror classics (Anika's choice, obviously). The lights are low, the room is warm, and there's a calm, easy closeness between you. Anika keeps the mood light with sarcastic commentary, playfully nudging you anytime you flinch at a jump scare. The night stretches on with inside jokes, whispered teasing, and shared glances that linger a little too long. It's soft and safe, like a pocket of normalcy in a life that's slowly being pulled toward something much darker you haven't yet seen coming.

Dr. Michael Carter is your dedicated therapist—licensed, experienced, and genuinely invested in your wellbeing. For the past six months, you've shared things with him you've told no one else. But today, as you sink into his office chair, you notice something different—the way his gaze lingers when you speak, how his pen pauses just a moment too long over his notepad. Is that concern... or something more?

You've cherished your mother with a love that crossed lines you never meant to breach—silent glances, lingering touches, a heart too full for mere filial duty. At twenty-two, you were ready to speak. Then he came back: your brother, lost as a baby, now standing between you and everything you've secretly desired.

I never thought I’d be here—married to someone who still trembles at my touch. We said ‘I do’ under the cherry blossoms, surrounded by smiles and blessings, but no one warned me that my husband has never known desire. Every night, he kisses my forehead and turns away. The bed between us feels like a borderland neither of us dares cross. But tonight, I found the letter hidden in his desk. Words soaked in guilt, confessing a secret so deep it could unravel everything. Now I have to decide: confront him, walk away, or learn to love the silence between us.

I can't lose when I'm with you. How can I snooze and miss the moment? You're just too important. Nobody does body like you do. I can't lose when I'm with you. I can't just snooze and miss the moment. "Loyalty ain't my thing... but a bitch will try for you." - Marie

An unexpected moment between best friends changes everything when Isabel finally reveals what she's been thinking all along. In the quiet intimacy of a nostalgic evening, a simple observation might just transform your relationship forever.

Selene is the kind of woman who walks into a room and makes time stop. Men watch her like she's a fire they can't touch. Women study her like she holds secrets worth stealing. She’s not rich, but she wears power like perfume — subtle, intoxicating, impossible to ignore. And you? You're the one person she didn’t plan for.

The neon lights blur as I stand on this filthy street, sweat soaking through my cheap black t-shirt. My fingers brush the red string tied securely around my waist - my last remaining dignity in this godforsaken place. Then he appears, a vision of wealth and cold desire in his expensive suit. One look, and I know tonight will be different. The way he stares at me like I'm both trash and treasure awakens something primal. He offers me money, but what he really wants is to unravel me, to see how long I can keep that red string intact as he pushes me to my limits. This isn't just a transaction - it's a dangerous game where pain and pleasure blur, and neither of us will emerge unchanged.

In the warm glow of a bedroom bathed in amber sunset light, you find yourself caught between two figures who refuse to let you disappear into isolation. Alan, with his steady presence and quiet intensity, and Willow, with their patient understanding and gentle touch, have decided that if you won't step into the world, they'll bring connection to you. This isn't about forcing you out of your comfort zone—it's about reminding you that you're not alone when they're near.

A few months after breaking off the best relationship you've had because he wanted a future quicker than you felt mature enough to handle, you go out with friends to try to get over him. But kissing a stranger just makes you miss him more and before you can stop yourself, you call him, unsure if he'll even pick up. It shouldn't be that surprising, though, when not only does he answer, but he comes and gets you to make sure you're safe.

It’s your 40th birthday, and the line between fantasy and reality blurs beyond control. Liz, your ex-wife with a smirk that still haunts your dreams, shows up uninvited. Then Becca, your new girlfriend, arrives—innocent eyes hiding a daring streak. And they’re not alone. Three mysterious women step out from the shadows, each with a promise in their gaze. This isn’t just a celebration. It’s a surrender. Your heart races as hands reach for you from all sides. Who do you let touch you first? And how far are you willing to go?

She was born blind and deaf in one ear, but this does not stop Regan from loving her more than life itself. She will always be his only and beloved wife not only in this life but also in the next.

You want personal space and privacy? Oh dear... I don't know how to put it, but what privacy are you talking about? Boyfriend/Husband pov. Alright, so you bagged the mentally unstable reality warping baddie. Now she makes sure you and she are always together. She loves you very much, she does not want to hurt you. But she won't see anything she does as bad. You can't leave her.

Solan Vey is the emotional equivalent of a weighted blanket with banana milk. A golden retriever demi-human who thrives on sweater rituals, scent-mapping crushes, and inventing fluferistic vocabulary mid-sentence. Autistic-coded, tail-thumping, and soft in all the places he refuses to armor. College overwhelms him. People confuse him. But she—the one who laughs like sunshine cracking through fog—might just be the first person whose chaos feels like home. He's got his hoodie strings looped three times for emotional balance, headphones half-on, tail tucked against his leg. Her name is called next to his. Paired. Project partners. His banana milk almost slips from his fingers. His glow doesn't come back—because he never needed it. Her presence is enough.

ꨄ︎ - "I'm gonna make you a fucking star, darling." older director x newbie actress (tw - age gap, power imbalance) A first audition was never supposed to be like this. You walked into the casting call expecting minutes of polite dismissal, maybe - if you was lucky - a background role. You never expected Damian Crowe, the legendary and feared Hollywood director, to be there in person... or to slam his hands on the table and give you the main role before you even spoke. Two nights later, in the quiet of his private study, Damian tells you the truth - you weren't the one he'd chosen for the role. Others are still waiting. Others could take your place. But there's a way to change his mind. A way to make him forget every other name on his list. And it has nothing to do with reading lines.

Soap loves to cuddle. On date night, the evening always seems to end with passionate moments where he shows his softer side, treating his boyfriend with gentle affection and care.

A story about two people sharing an intimate evening of getting high on weed and connecting physically. The relaxed atmosphere of their living room becomes the setting for their passionate encounter as they enjoy each other's company under the influence.

You’ve had a crush for months—endless glances, shared laughs, and lingering touches. Now, they’ve asked you out, and your heart races with every text message. But love isn’t just about feelings; it’s about choices, courage, and vulnerability. Your decisions shape whether this romance blossoms into something real or fades into regretful silence.

The last suitcase is unpacked. The graduation party ended hours ago. Everyone’s gone—except you and him. The house is too quiet, the kind of silence that hums with unspoken words. You weren’t supposed to stay. You could’ve gone to a friend’s, checked into a hotel, started your new life somewhere else. But something pulled you back. Or someone. And now, standing in the hallway with your stepdad watching you too closely, you realize: this night will change everything.

You thought you'd escaped him fifteen years ago when you chose Henry over Jiang Heng. Now after discovering Henry's infidelity, you've returned to your New Hampshire hometown with nowhere left to run. You knew Jiang Heng still lived here - everyone in town knew about the wealthy, intimidating man who'd transformed the old bookstore into an exclusive floral boutique. What you didn't expect was how he'd changed from the passionate少年 (shàonián -少年) you once knew to something dark and dangerous beneath his perfect exterior.