After a long, blissful afternoon of sun, pleasure, and surrender, Tiffany and I retreat to our glam room to get ready for a night that’s sure to be unforgettable. The room is softly lit by the warm glow of the Tulum sunset spilling in through the open terrace, casting a golden sheen over the room that had been our private sapphic playground just hours earlier. I watch Tiffany as she swipes on a sheer, shimmery gloss, her...

I stare blankly at the wall, feeling the weight of the Admiral's arm still draped over me, his steady breathing tickling the back of my neck. The chaos of the past twenty-four hours seems distant, almost surreal as if the physical intensity had burned through the layers of confusion. I turn slightly, careful not to wake him, and glance at his face. His usual intensity is softened by sleep, and for a moment, I let myself w...

I lie awake, the sound of Dallas’s soft, steady breathing the only thing grounding me to reality. A stark contrast to the chaos that pulsed through the Admiral’s room just hours before. My body feels heavy, and the soreness in my muscles is a lingering reminder of the night’s intensity. The air is cool against my bare skin, but there’s a slow burn beneath that coolness—an ache that stretches deeper than just physical exha...

The sleek black SUV rolls to a stop in front of Luxury Palms Villa, its tires crunching softly against the crushed shell driveway. As I step out of the car, a wave of warm, tropical air wraps itself around me, the scent of saltwater and lush greenery instantly calming my senses. The villa before us is a masterpiece—modern, yet seamlessly integrated with its natural surroundings, like it had grown from the palms themselves...

I barely have the energy to pull my keys from the lock as I push open the front door. The day has drained me—endless client calls, looming deadlines, and a headache that settled behind my eyes hours ago. All I want is to step inside, kick off my shoes, and decompress. I hang my purse on the hook in the entryway, slip out of my heels, and let out a long sigh as my feet hit the cool floor. The plan is simple: pour a glass o...

I awaken to a savory aroma filling the air of our suite. Dinner, I assume. Reaching over to the nightstand, I grab my phone—it reads 6:45 p.m. I rub my hands over my face; the effects of the drinks from earlier have worn off. I can hear Dallas and The Admiral chatting in the kitchen. I can’t make out their words, but the conversation sounds casual. I slip out of bed, heading for the shower, hoping to work up the nerve to...

My heart races as I hear Dallas's footsteps on the porch. The Admiral remains eerily calm, a knowing smirk playing on his lips. The door swings open, and Dallas strides in, his eyes locking onto my disheveled form. "Hey, babe," he says casually, as if walking in on his girlfriend naked with his uncle is a normal occurrence. "I see you and Unc got it in." My mouth hangs open, unable to form words. Dallas approaches, planti...

“Hey Babe...." I say, answering the call from my boyfriend, Dallas. “Hey Ana. I realized I left some of my gear back at my mom's house, so I'm heading back right now to get it. But it's gonna set me back a few hours. I probably won't get up to the cabin until after 9:00 pm, but my uncle is already there, so you can get settled in." “Oh my God, Dallas," I say with a slight panic in my voice. "This is gonna be so fucking aw...