Best Laid Plans
Everyone in this story is 18+
Breakfast lingered in my mind as we stepped out into the morning, the taste of bacon and Matty’s laughter still fresh. Kyle suggested a walk to a nearby park, and I didn’t argue. The air was crisp, the kind of spring morning t...
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2025-10-16 21:10:38 +0000 UTC View PostEveryone in this story is 18+.
Baron Hargrove cut through LAX's international terminal swarm like a pro, his dark, neatly tousled hair catching the light just so—perks of a stylist on speed dial and genes that kept him looking sharper than his 38 years. Handsome in that commanding, exec w...
2025-10-15 20:00:06 +0000 UTC View PostEveryone in this story is 18+.
The bus roared to life, a chaotic blaze of energy as hockey players and figure skaters crammed the seats, voices overlapping in a wild symphony of laughter and chatter. The air buzzed with excitement, the hum of the engine mixing with the rustle of du...
2025-10-14 20:00:08 +0000 UTC View PostEveryone in this story is 18+
Jordan lifted me effortlessly, carrying me to the edge of the couch. My heart pounded as he reached into his pocket, pulling out a small bottle of lube. My cheeks flushed at the sight of it—had he planned this? Had he really been thinking about this as much a...
2025-10-12 15:00:09 +0000 UTC View PostEveryone in this story is 18+
I couldn’t believe what was happening. The feel of his strong body pressed against mine, his lips devouring me, was more than I’d ever fantasized. Jordan’s hands gripped my waist, pulling me flush against him as his mouth moved to my neck, planti...
2025-10-11 14:30:02 +0000 UTC View PostEveryone in this story is 18+
When Matt invited me to spend the weekend at his place, I didn’t hesitate. His house was massive, the kind you only saw in movies, with a pool, a game room, and a fridge stocked with snacks I could only dream of affording. It was the perfect setup for a lazy ...
2025-10-10 19:00:08 +0000 UTC View PostEveryone in this story is 18+
My office at the U.S. Embassy was a closet with delusions of grandeur—barely enough room for a desk piled with memos, a flickering fluorescent light buzzing like a hungover wasp, and a window framing the Thames, twinkling like it knew I was screwed. ...
2025-10-09 19:30:02 +0000 UTC View PostEveryone in this story is 18+
I paced the suite at The Echelon, the Thames reflecting London outside like it was laughing at my nerves. The room smelled of polish and nervous energy, my sweat was souring the vibe. Leona’s cryptic text had landed an hour ago: Expect a ...
2025-10-08 19:00:12 +0000 UTC View PostEveryone in this story is 18+
The private club Asher dragged me to was a dimly lit den of leather armchairs and crystal decanters, tucked away in a Mayfair backstreet where the air smelled like aged whiskey and quiet deals. It was the kind of place where billionaires like my dad, w...
2025-10-05 16:00:34 +0000 UTC View PostEveryone in this story is 18+
I woke to the soft tug of hoodie strings against my cheek, a gentle, rhythmic pull that felt like a kitten playing with yarn. My eyes fluttered open, and there was Kyle, propped on one elbow, his face inches from mine, twirling the strings with a lazy ...
2025-10-04 15:30:02 +0000 UTC View PostEveryone in this story is 18+
The week after the party, my phone buzzed with a notification I didn’t expect: Kyle Reynolds added me on Snapchat. I stared at the screen, thumb hovering, half-convinced it was a glitch. But there it was, his username, bold and real, like he’d deci...
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2025-10-02 20:00:14 +0000 UTC View PostEveryone in this story is 18+.
The morning light filtered through the blinds of my dorm, casting soft golden stripes across the rumpled sheets where Chris and I lay tangled, his arm a heavy, comforting weight over my waist. The room was quiet, save for the faint hum of the heater k...
2025-10-01 20:00:07 +0000 UTC View PostEveryone in this story is 18+
The night bus hummed along, its dim lights casting a soft glow over the mostly empty seats. Max had insisted on the back row, furthest from the driver, his suitcase wedged under our feet. He leaned against the window, his blonde hair a mess, wearing my...
2025-09-30 20:00:11 +0000 UTC View PostEveryone in this story is 18+
The embassy's copy room was a beige purgatory, humming with fluorescent lights and the drone of machines. I stood there, pretending to be a trainee—because that's what I was, officially—feeding stacks of meaningless memos into the copier. Boring as...
2025-09-28 15:30:03 +0000 UTC View PostEveryone in this story is 18+
The next day hit like a hangover without the fun part. I met Asher at some upscale shopping district in Mayfair, the kind of place where the air smelled like old money and judgment. I was in my usual gear—a Ralph Lauren polo shirt tucked into Nautica...
2025-09-27 16:30:03 +0000 UTC View PostEveryone in this story is 18+
I slouched in a velvet armchair in a suite at The Echelon, Canary Wharf. The Thames sparkled outside, all smug and romantic, like it knew something I didn’t. The room smelled like citrus polish and coffee.
My tie hung loose, half-untied from pa...
2025-09-26 20:00:12 +0000 UTC View PostEveryone in this story is 18+
I found my father in his study, pouring over some paperwork with a glass of scotch on the desk beside him. He barely looked up as I entered, his expression as calm and unreadable as ever.
"Something on your mind, Bryson?” he asked, flipping a p...
2025-09-25 20:00:08 +0000 UTC View PostThanks to member J. Spaulding for the title on this, working title was: "The Ambassador's son," International Manwhore is so much better!
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There I was. In o...
2025-09-24 20:00:08 +0000 UTC View PostEveryone in this story is 18+
Kyle had said he couldn’t wait for the party. He hadn’t said why.
I told myself I wasn’t reading into it, even as I stood in front of my mirror, overthinking every detail. My outfit, a fitted black shirt and jeans...
2025-09-21 17:38:04 +0000 UTC View PostEveryone in this story is 18+
Kyle came back on Friday. Again.
Same time. Same casual attitude. Like this had somehow become a weekly ritual he didn’t even think twice about.
He walked in through the front, gave my mom the usual polite nod, then follo...
2025-09-20 15:00:11 +0000 UTC View PostEveryone in this story is 18+
Kyle came back the next week like nothing had happened.
Same bag slung over his shoulder. Same post-practice slump in his walk. His hoodie hung loose, a little sweat-darkened along the back, and his hair looked damp like he’d ...
2025-09-19 19:30:02 +0000 UTC View PostEveryone in this story is 18+
At school, Kyle didn’t look at me.
Not once. Not in the hall. Not in class. Not even a half-glance when I passed him outside the cafeteria. It was like the massage never happened.
Which was fine.
Rea...
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The salon always calms down around four. The air softens. Light filters through the gauzy curtains and makes the polish bottles glow like tiny colored suns. The usual hum of blow dryers fades, and the only sounds left ar...
2025-09-17 20:00:08 +0000 UTC View PostEveryone in this story is 18+.
The Delta Chi basement thumped with bass, sweat and spilled beer thick in the air, pledges crammed shoulder-to-shoulder in our blindfolds, wrists bound loose with frat scarves. Tyler's voice boomed over the speakers: "Repeat after me, fuckers—Delta ...
2025-09-16 20:00:52 +0000 UTC View PostEveryone in this story is 18+
The ferry dock smells like diesel and damp wood, the kind of stink that clings to your clothes and reminds you you’re stuck in the in-between of nowhere and home. It’s past midnight, and I’m slouched against a rusted railing, my platform boots sc...
2025-09-14 15:30:03 +0000 UTC View PostEveryone in this story is 18+
The leaves were turning, painting the woods in shades of rust and gold, the air crisp with the bite of autumn. I was out back, splitting wood with the axe, sweat beading despite the chill, when I heard the crunch of tires on gravel. My heart kicked up ...
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