Cain’s apartment was a study in controlled chaos. Books on structural engineering formed precarious towers on the coffee table, competing for space with Evan’s charcoal sketches of urban landscapes. The air smelled of ginger from the takeout containers they’d just finished, and ...
Read MoreThe summer heat in the old Brooklyn brownstone was a living thing, thick and honeyed, pressing against the windowsills. I could feel it even in the dim, book-crowded study where Jack worked. Jack. Professor Jack Thomas, to his students. To me, for the last year, a constellation of fascinating con...
Read MoreSophia had always been curious about anal sex. She’d read about it, heard whispers from friends, and even fantasized about it during intimate moments with her boyfriend, Daniel. But the idea also made her nervous—what if it hurt? What if it was messy? What if she didn’t like it?...
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