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By the time we stumbled into the bedroom, I was wrecked—my lipstick smeared, legs trembling, skin marked by their hands, their teeth, their need. My shalwar hung off one ankle, my dupatta long gone, somewhere back in the hallway. I didn’t care. I wanted more. The room was dim, but I could still make out their grins. One flopped onto the bed like he owned it, the other pulled me back into his lap, kissing down my shoulder like I was something to be worshipped. And then the door shut. Hard. Silence fell. He was standing there. The man I belonged to. Chest rising slow and steady, eyes black w… 阅读更多内容

My back hit the wall just outside the living room. The hallway light flickered low, shadows dancing across our tangled limbs. My breath caught in my throat as one of them pressed against me—his accent thick, voice gruff against my ear. “Never seen anyone move like that in a bloody dress,” he growled, lifting the hem all the way up now. “You’re fuckin’ unreal.” I smirked, pulling him closer by the collar. “You Irish boys always talk this much?” The other one came up behind me, warm and solid, hands already sliding beneath my dress. “You’ve got no idea what we talk about when you're not arou… 阅读更多内容

The air was thick with sweat, heat, and leftover cheers from the match. Bottles clinked on the table, half-drunk, and the sound of laughter drifted from the kitchen. I was still flushed from the adrenaline, perched on the couch, the hem of my dress riding high up my thighs. The energy of the night buzzed beneath my skin, but it wasn’t just from the game—it was from the way they’d all been looking at me. He was next to me, his hand lazily stroking my leg like it belonged there—and it did. His fingers slipped higher, teasing the inside of my thigh, just under the fabric. “You’ve been driving… 阅读更多内容

So, something kind of big has happened—my new boyfriend just moved in with me. He’s Irish and white, which is actually a first for me. I've always dated Asian men before, mostly British-born Asians. I’ve had white guys ask me out in the past, but I never really gave them a chance. Honestly, I always felt like they were just after one thing—and that was sex. But this one is different. There’s something about him that reminds me a lot of my exes, in a good way. He has the same kind of depth, the same kind of groundedness. It’s not just surface-level attraction or some wild fling. He’s thoughtfu… 阅读更多内容

Sana had always known her relationship with Amaan was something special. They had met in college, and though their worlds seemed different—Amaan from Blackburn, of Indian descent, and Sana from a traditional family in North Manchester—their bond was undeniable. They clicked instantly, first as friends, then as something more. The two of them had a shared passion for medicine, and after college, they found themselves working together at a busy NHS hospital. Their relationship had always been discreet, an unspoken understanding that they couldn’t share their love openly. Sana’s parents, deeply… 阅读更多内容