The abandoned resort pool was our secret—hers and the pulsing water jet that knew exactly how to make her scream. After dusk, she’d slip into the dark water, yank aside her swimsuit’s crotch, and let that relentless current lash her clit until she came shuddering under the stars. It was perfect… until the night a …

A cold January rain leaves you shivering at my door, soaked and helpless. I strip you down, draw a hot bath, and care for you—until the steam and candlelight awaken a deeper hunger. What begins as a soothing massage by the fire quickly turns ravenous. My hands knead your perfect skin, tracing your spine down to the …