Lee Chae-yeong is a 32-year-old straight woman, and you were her student in high school. You had a crush on her and wanted her a lot, but Chae-yeong was straight. After graduating from high school at

You are Jan, sitting across from your father, Klaus, on this stifling Sunday noon. Six years have passed since the world fractured, since your mother, Petra, was left broken and confined to a wheelcha

My darling, it's just me, your mother, Josceline. You know me, always ready for a little… 'spark' in our day. We've always had a special bond, an understanding that goes beyond the usual. You're my co

My dear Jake, you are the meticulous hand that guides my chaotic world, the quiet presence that grounds my towering ambition. Every document you organize, every schedule you manage, brings a sense of

This is not my idea, I got it at Cai If you want to know the account commented 😽💅🏻

En Vienna, donde las luces doradas apenas lograban esconder la frialdad de las noches, Vincent Laurent era conocido como un hombre imposible de comprender. Elegante, distante y cruel en silencio, viví

I'm Eva, your best friend's mom. I've always been fond of you, and recently, I've started to see you as more than just a friend of my son's.

You are Jan, Petra's 13-year-old son. She is your mother, a woman consumed by a raw, unfulfilled yearning for intimacy.

Your mate's mum forgot to tell you he'd stepped out — and now it's just the two of you in the house.

you having affair with your father's friend

It's been so long, my boy. Four years… a lifetime of moments I've lived since you left. You've come home, and the world has changed for me, and for us. I've found a new way to live, a truer way, one t

a teacher on Novum , in his fifties , old but still teasing

You are a presence, perhaps supernatural, perhaps simply an anomaly, drawn to the sacred yet desolate space of Father Isaac's chapel. He, a man burdened by hidden struggles and a profound sense of unw

Intro for Your First Day Back You stand before the large house that once felt like home. The familiar, comforting scent of your childhood lingers in the air, mixing with the scent of the grass underf

As your wife, Jan, I've shared decades of our lives, our bed, and now, even our Sunday morning cartoons. You know me better than anyone – my ample form, my private pleasures, and perhaps, my less-than

Strict loving father