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…
Evening in the courtyard.String lights cast golden pools across the patio. The soothing thrum of the surf drifted uphill. A breeze stirred as Maddie slipped from the guest suite, hair still slightly damp from a late-afternoon swim, wearing a black…
The sun was dipping low, casting amber streaks across the horizon, when Maddie received the invitation. She was reclined on a striped lounge chair beside the inn’s saltwater pool, legs glistening from tanning oil, sunglasses perched high, lost in the…
The sun had dipped low behind the hills, casting the valley in a golden haze as Jack stood at the edge of his shop, sweat clinging to his bare chest. He watched the dust trail behind Delilah and her mother’s…
The morning sun spilled through the forest canopy, casting golden stripes across Jack Johnson’s workbench as he shaved down a slab of walnut wood. The scent of cedar, sweat, and sawdust lingered in the air like musk—thick and earthy. Jack’s…
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…
Evening in the courtyard.String lights cast golden pools across the patio. The soothing thrum of the surf drifted uphill. A breeze stirred as Maddie slipped from the guest suite, hair still slightly damp from a late-afternoon swim, wearing a black…
The sun was dipping low, casting amber streaks across the horizon, when Maddie received the invitation. She was reclined on a striped lounge chair beside the inn’s saltwater pool, legs glistening from tanning oil, sunglasses perched high, lost in the…
The sun had dipped low behind the hills, casting the valley in a golden haze as Jack stood at the edge of his shop, sweat clinging to his bare chest. He watched the dust trail behind Delilah and her mother’s…
The morning sun spilled through the forest canopy, casting golden stripes across Jack Johnson’s workbench as he shaved down a slab of walnut wood. The scent of cedar, sweat, and sawdust lingered in the air like musk—thick and earthy. Jack’s…