Three amorous young couples will need to rethink their summer vacation when a tropical storm traps them all inside together. As crossed wires and unfulfilled desires slowly bubble to the surface, an ordinary vacation rental becomes an erotic pressure cooker, threatening to forever change these longtime friendships… into something more.
A Mel Story Mel doesn’t do vulnerability—only chaos, climax, and the next wild night. But when an old story opens a new wound, and two women see through the performance, Mel’s world slows down. A night of toys, tongues, and trust becomes something more than a thrill—it becomes a reckoning.
Before the silence, there were voices. Before the voices, there was pain. Before the pain, there was a fall — sudden, cruel, and irreversible. Stella could not have known then how her world would change, how her mind would stretch into places it had never belonged.
Chally decides he will investigate the mysterious disappearances in various towns. This takes him back to various times in the past to rescue the missing people.
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The Paul Robertson Saga Part of the Westmouthshire universe
A Companion to The Paul Robertson Saga, this is Carly Williams' story, better known as Kayla Valentine, as told in her own words in her private "Hush Y'all" journal. Starting from 1st January 2014 as a New Year's resolution, the journal covers her reunion with Paul, recording her album, and her return to Nashville.
Midnight Midnight veils London in shadow. She waits at Embankment, coat parted, lace stockings bare above, slick beneath skirt. He emerges—tall, eyes devouring. Fingers trace blouse, nipples hardening. Mouth devours hers, deep. Kneels, tongue laps slick folds, circles clit slowly. She shudders, comes biting cries. Lifts her, thrusts deep—rolling, filling. They grind against rail until she clenches, he spills hot. Vanishes. She smiles, marked. Midnight
Isabela arrives in Rio for the first time, meeting Thiago in Ipanema. Their taxi ride teases with his hand high on her thigh. Inside his apartment, he pins her to the wall, fingers plunging deep with wet sounds, tasting her arousal. He fucks her hard against the plaster—sharp slaps of skin, slick squelches, her cries echoing—until they both shatter. In bed, slow rolling thrusts build softer, deeper climaxes, bodies slick and trembling in the salt-scented dawn.
A nameless road unspools forever under Elias Moreau’s tyres. Naked, half-hard, he drives toward Isolde—pale, raven-haired, eternally waiting, sex glistening in headlights. Each encounter is slow, deep, wordless release on warm tar, yet she recedes again. No end, only endless want, her scent on the wind, the next curve calling him forward.