Sex isn’t supposed to happen in places like this.
That’s the idea behind Hazard Zones, my series exploring desire where it doesn’t belong—public spaces, off-limits locations, charged environments where pleasure and danger collide. These stories take place in the cracks of propriety, in the places where we’re supposed to keep it together. And then someone doesn’t.
In All You Can Eat, Mia has had it. A week of biting her tongue in meetings, swallowing her frustration at her ex’s smug smile, keeping herself neat, polite, and unmessy. So when a stranger presses close in the buffet line and sparks something low and hungry inside her, she doesn’t flinch.
The setting? Unremarkable on the surface: a crowded, overstimulating buffet line full of steam trays and impatient murmurs. But beneath that clatter, Mia’s poised for something primal. As flirtation builds into reckless touch, she lets herself do what she hasn’t all week—take. Not permission. Not compromise. Just what she wants.
It’s sex as reclamation. As indulgence. As risk, right in the middle of the line.
Buffets were made for appetite. This story is for those who’ve been holding back all week—and are ready to break the rules.
- Eric