Katie stood slowly, her body buzzing with adrenaline and pleasure, her skin glistening in the dim light. She felt insatiable, her curiosity and wild energy driving her to take in the room and the people still lost in the throes of passion. Across the room, Sarah was sandwiched between Rick and Logan, two of James’ teammates from his rugby team. Katie recognised their broad shoulders and athletic builds, though she had onl...

Around her, the room continued to hum with the sounds of pleasure, but for a moment, Katie could only focus on her own heartbeat, the warmth spreading through her, and the sheer, overwhelming fulfilment that coursed through every inch of her body. Katie barely had time to catch her breath before she felt David’s hands on her, firm but careful as he guided her towards the coffee table in the centre of the room. She let her...

Katie’s thirtieth birthday. A milestone. Supposedly. And yet, as Katie dragged herself out of bed that morning, it felt like any other day. James was already gone, his side of the bed cold. The usual rush of the morning routine didn’t leave much time for reflection, getting the kids dressed, making breakfast, nagging them to brush their teeth, and hunting down missing socks. Thirty. Thirty and still nagging about socks. A...

Amy Venice is a maze of narrow alleys, stone bridges, and little canals that twist and turn as if designed to lead you astray. The group is all together for this part of the tour, but at some point, Mark and I find ourselves a little separated from the others. A pack of chattering holidaymakers forms a wall between us and the rest of our friends, and Mark takes full advantage of the moment. He leans in, close enough that...

Katie As we step aboard the ship, I take a long, satisfying look at the polished decks, the subtle sway of the ocean already humming beneath my feet. The salty breeze has that tang I adore, promising mischief and indulgence. Jack gives my hand a squeeze, a knowing smile pulling at the corners of his lips. He’s quiet as ever, but his eyes glint with that familiar, thrilling look. We’ve been talking about this trip for mont...

The morning sunlight streamed through the kitchen window as Katie poured the last of the coffee into her travel mug. Mark leaned against the counter, freshly showered and dressed for the day. His sandy blonde hair was still damp, and his shirt clung neatly to his shoulders. He smiled at her, that warm, familiar expression that always made her feel grounded. "Are you sure you’ve packed everything?" he asked, glancing at th...

Chapter 5By mid-afternoon, we found ourselves wandering away from the town, away from the hotel, exploring the quieter parts of the island. The path led us past vibrant green hills, the sound of the ocean always nearby. The sky was still bright, but I noticed a few more clouds drifting across it now, casting soft shadows on the ground. But none of it mattered. All I could think about was Jack, his hand on my waist, the wa...

Chapter 1The hum of the plane's engines filled the cabin, a constant, soothing sound. But nothing about this moment felt calm. My heart was pounding, and I could feel Jack’s fingers tracing lazy circles on the inside of my wrist, sending shivers up my arm. We had just gotten married, married, and the thought still felt surreal. I kept sneaking glances at the silver band on his finger, the one that matched mine. It was rea...

AmyThe morning light streamed through the kitchen window as Matt and I walked in, arm in arm. The house was filled with the quiet hum of morning routines, coffee brewing, cereal bowls being filled, and soft chatter echoing in the background. I could feel the comfortable ease in the air, the kind that only comes after an experience like the one we had shared. I saw the others gathered around the kitchen counter, and a warm...

I feel the room pulse around me, their breaths shallow, charged, and heavy. Gathered close, bodies tense above, each one ready, eyes locked onto me. The first warm ribbon lands, hot and smooth, tracing down my skin, and then another, a warm sticky touch that blooms and spreads, each one hitting, marking, claiming me. My lips part, a shiver courses through me, more follows, splashing warm over bare skin. I feel alive, soak...

It started in front of the mirror, as it usually does. Me, fussing with the corset I’d squeezed into, and Alex pacing behind me, looking like he was getting ready to be dragged to his own execution. He always got like this before parties. “Breathe, Alex,” I said, smoothing the hem of my skirt. The thing was scandalously short, a black and red number that screamed ‘pirate wench’ but in a way that I quite liked. There was a...

Amy The air was thick with warmth and anticipation. Every movement around me seemed heightened, every touch more electric than the last. I was caught between Mark and Jack, their hands moving over me in ways that sent waves of excitement coursing through my body. It was a kind of exhilaration I hadn’t expected, but here, in this moment, it felt like everything we had been building up to was finally happening. My gaze flic...

Chapter 10 KayT dressed quickly, her mind still buzzing from the frenzied encounter with Zara. The cool wind of Zenthia’s surface bit at her skin as she pulled her jacket on, but her body still hummed with the warmth of their intimacy. It was a dangerous game they were playing, one moment tangled in passion, the next on the verge of betrayal. Zara had always been a weakness of hers, and she hated that it still held true....

It’s 11 a.m., and I’m perched at the kitchen table in my usual “work-from-home” ensemble: jogging bottoms, a loose T-shirt that might as well be pyjamas, and an old coffee mug that’s a total necessity at this point. My laptop’s open, displaying a spreadsheet full of marketing data for the IT company that employs me. It’s riveting stuff, really, optimising landing pages, engagement metrics, and all that jazz. But let’s be...

It’s strange how life brings you back to places you thought you’d outgrown. I hadn’t planned on returning to my hometown, not after spending ten years carving out a life far away, one I thought was solid. But life doesn’t care about your plans. And when everything fell apart, my job, my marriage, there was nowhere else to go. I stared up at the house, my fingers tightening on the cold metal of the keys. It was big. Bigger...