I’ve been reading Write Till You’re Hard by Guy New York, chasing ways to push my writing further—deeper, dirtier, more daring. One of his challenges? Write a story using only dialogue. No narration. No backstory. Just voices, heat, and desire driving everything forward.
Enter Mel.
She slides into a booth with two strangers and a grin that promises trouble. One drink becomes three bodies, breathless and tangled. Flirtation turns into confession, command, surrender. No exposition. No apology. Just raw chemistry and filthy fun.
Enjoy the sin, and Trouble at Table 3.