Letters between two lovers My Love, I don’t even know where to begin, except to say that I’ve replayed that first night in my head so many times that the memory of it still makes my cock twitch just thinking about it. You have to understand—I’d wanted you for so long before that, had imagined what it would be like to finally have you, to taste you, to feel you lose control because of me. But nothing, nothing, could have prepared me for the reality of it. For the way you looked at me when I...

Sophia pressed her thighs together under the café table and tried to look casual, but the ache throbbed so insistently she feared the barista might notice the flush rising from her collarbone. It had started the night before, a sudden craving that slid through her like warm liquor: she wanted to be drenched—spattered, painted, utterly soaked—by a man’s cum. Nothing else would quiet the hunger. The fantasy returned every few minutes, scalding her thoughts until her panties clung, soaked and...

Money's pulse fluttered against the hollow of her throat as she stepped out of the bathroom, towel knotted loosely above her breasts. Steam trailed her into Claude's bedroom, carrying the faint scent of eucalyptus oil she loved. He waited, propped against the headboard like a lazy prince, phone already on the night-stand, the covers folded down with hotel-crisp precision. A small bottle of clear massage oil clicked when he tugged it from the drawer. "Come here," he murmured. His voice was...