“Would you...take me...fuck me” Her voice was low and my eyes widened. Chapter 2: Crossing the Line Her words hang in the air. I sit there, trying to process what I just heard. I swallow hard, my heart racing in my chest. “What the hell is going on?” I think to myself. I glance at her husband, half-expecting him to intervene, to call this off. But he just sits there, calm and collected, watching us both with that same kno...

I’m greeted at the door by my friend John. "Hello, John. Happy birthday," I say, trying to match his smile with my own. "Great to have you here, Leo," he replies, leading me down the hallway. Laughter spills from the living room. *I must be one of the last ones to arrive*, I think to myself. As I walk in, I see familiar faces—John’s friends, all around my age—wearing party hats and helping themselves to food laid out on t...