Scene I: The Morning Buzz The elevators of King Enterprises opened at 8:01 a.m. sharp. Silence hit the floor as Tyrone Dominian stepped out. He was dressed in a black, custom-fitted suit—open collar, no tie. His skin still carried the…
The town square was alive. Bunting of red, white, and blue curled around light poles and storefronts. Booths lined Main Street—grilled corn, funnel cake, lemonade, hand-carved crafts. Laughter echoed across the green where kids ran with sparklers and old-timers tuned…
Red lips. White lace. Blue balls. That’s how Scarlett Heat celebrates Independence Day. While the rest of the world waves flags and flips burgers, I’m lacing up heels, sliding into a sheer thong, and texting my favorite little playthings with…
Distance means nothing when desire is this strong. You feel me in every message.Hear me in every moan through the phone.Taste me in every stroke you take, miles away, obeying my voice like I’m right there. I’m Scarlett Heat, and…
The sun filtered through the high cabin windows, warm and quiet. A slow breeze crept through the open screen door, fluttering the edges of a flannel shirt draped over a chair. Jack stood shirtless by the stove, frying bacon in…
Scene I: The Morning Buzz The elevators of King Enterprises opened at 8:01 a.m. sharp. Silence hit the floor as Tyrone Dominian stepped out. He was dressed in a black, custom-fitted suit—open collar, no tie. His skin still carried the…
The town square was alive. Bunting of red, white, and blue curled around light poles and storefronts. Booths lined Main Street—grilled corn, funnel cake, lemonade, hand-carved crafts. Laughter echoed across the green where kids ran with sparklers and old-timers tuned…
Red lips. White lace. Blue balls. That’s how Scarlett Heat celebrates Independence Day. While the rest of the world waves flags and flips burgers, I’m lacing up heels, sliding into a sheer thong, and texting my favorite little playthings with…
Distance means nothing when desire is this strong. You feel me in every message.Hear me in every moan through the phone.Taste me in every stroke you take, miles away, obeying my voice like I’m right there. I’m Scarlett Heat, and…
The sun filtered through the high cabin windows, warm and quiet. A slow breeze crept through the open screen door, fluttering the edges of a flannel shirt draped over a chair. Jack stood shirtless by the stove, frying bacon in…