Heatwave in Outpost 17
Remote desert planet. Air-conditioning dead. Two ex-lovers trapped together for 72 hours in 120 °F heat.
Chapter 1: Blackout
The lights flickered once and died. Dr. Mara Voss swore as every fan and coolant pump on Outpost 17 went silent. Outside, the twin suns baked the sand into glass. Inside, the temperature began climbing immediately. Within twenty minutes both she and Chief Engineer Rhys Callahan were down to underwear, sweat pouring off them. They had once been lovers—until a screaming fight six months earlier. Now they were the only two humans within two hundred million kilometers, and the heat was already unbearable.
Chapter 2: Stripped Bare
By hour four even underwear was torture. Mara peeled hers off first, defiant. Rhys followed a minute later. They sat on opposite sides of the habitat module, naked, dripping, trying not to look. The air shimmered. When Mara’s vision blurred from heatstroke, Rhys crawled over with the last emergency ice pack, cracked it, and pressed the freezing gel to the base of her neck. She moaned at the relief. He didn’t move his hand away.
Chapter 3: Ice & Skin
They took turns rubbing the melting ice over each other’s bodies—collarbones, breasts, stomachs, inner thighs. Every touch lingered longer than necessary. When the last sliver of ice finally disappeared between Mara’s legs, she grabbed Rhys by the hair and kissed him like she was drowning. He pushed her against the cool metal wall and entered her in one hard thrust. They fucked slow and deep, trying to outlast the heat, sweat flying off them with every movement.
Chapter 4: Zero Gravity Rules
Power flickered back just long enough to disengage artificial gravity. Suddenly weightless, they spun through the module, laughing and gasping, bodies slick and shining. Rhys pinned Mara against the ceiling struts and took her from behind while the habitat rotated slowly around them. They came together as red emergency lights strobed across their skin.
Chapter 5: After the Storm
When the rescue shuttle finally arrived three days later, the outpost was spotless, the logs pristine, and both scientists fully dressed. No one noticed the faint handprints still fogged on every window or the way Mara and Rhys never quite stopped touching when they thought no one was looking.
The Painter’s Muse (Provence, 1926)
A reclusive post-war artist hires a widowed vineyard worker to pose nude. Art turns into obsession.
Chapter 1: The Ad
Camille, 28, recently widowed, needed money. Lucien Valcour, infamous painter who hadn’t exhibited since the war, needed a new muse. He paid in gold francs—enough to save her family’s failing vineyard.
Chapter 2: First Sitting
She arrived at his hillside villa wearing only a thin cotton dress. He asked her to remove it slowly while he mixed vermilion on his palette. By the time the dress pooled at her feet, both of them were breathing hard. He painted for six silent hours, eyes burning into her skin.
Chapter 3: The Heat of July
July turned brutal. They abandoned pretense. Camille posed sprawled across his chaise, thighs parted, fingers lazily circling herself while Lucien painted with one hand and stroked himself with the other. When he finally dropped the brush and replaced her fingers with his tongue, she came screaming his name against the stone walls.
Chapter 4: Bound in Silk
He began tying her with the silk scarves he used to clean brushes—wrists to the easel, ankles spread wide. Paint streaked her body in cobalt and cadmium as he took her against every canvas in the studio, leaving abstract smears of their mingled fluids drying in the sun.
Chapter 5: The Canvas Bleeds
The final portrait showed Camille arched in ecstasy, paint and semen dripping down the canvas. Lucien signed it with her orgasm still pulsing around him. They never sold it. It still hangs above their bed in the same villa a century later.
Midnight Train to Marrakesh
One private sleeping compartment. One night. Two strangers who will never see each other again… or so they think.
Chapter 1: Boarding
Nadia, a belly dancer returning from Paris, and Elias, a married architect escaping a conference, are assigned the last private compartment on the overnight train.
Chapter 2: The Click of the Lock
Ten minutes after departure, Nadia drops her robe. Coins on her costume glitter in the dim lantern. Elias’s wedding ring suddenly feels very tight.
Chapter 3: Rhythm of the Rails
She dances for him between the swaying bunks, hips rolling with the train’s cadence. He pulls her down, coins scattering across the floor as he buries himself inside her to the exact tempo of steel wheels on track.
Chapter 4: Dawn at the Oasis
They don’t sleep. At sunrise the train stops at a desert siding for water. They sneak out, fuck against the scorching metal of the carriage under the indifferent stars, then return before anyone notices.
Chapter 5: Years Later
Every anniversary Elias books the same compartment alone, leaves a single gold coin on the pillow, and waits. Sometimes she appears. Sometimes she doesn’t. The train always leaves on time.
The Storm Cellar
Estranged step-siblings trapped underground during a tornado outbreak. Twelve hours. One mattress. No electricity.
Chapter 1: Sirens
Harper (22) and Mason (25) haven’t spoken civilly in years. A surprise tornado warning forces them into their parents’ tiny underground shelter together.
Chapter 2: Locked In
The hatch slams shut. Twelve hours minimum. One flashlight. One old mattress. The air is already thick.
Chapter 3: Truth or Dare
Boredom and adrenaline make them reckless. Truths turn into dares turn into clothes hitting the concrete floor. When Harper dares Mason to make her come without using his hands, he uses his mouth until she’s sobbing his name.
Chapter 4: No Going Back
They fuck three times before the storm passes, once slow and exploratory, once hard and angry, once tender like they’re saying goodbye to the people they used to be.
Chapter 5: Morning After the Storm
When the hatch finally opens, the sky is clear and the world looks brand new. They walk out separately, but their fingers brush behind their backs, a promise for next storm season.
The Archaeologist’s Secret Tomb
Hidden chamber. Ancient aphrodisiac pollen. Two rival archaeologists who hate each other… until they don’t.
Chapter 1: The Collapse
Dr. Leila Hassan and Dr. Mateo Reyes trigger a 3,000-year-old trap. Stone door seals. Air vents close. They’re trapped.
Chapter 2: Sealed In
The walls are covered in explicit erotic frescoes. Golden pollen drifts from the ceiling like glittering dust.
Chapter 3: The Pollen
Within minutes rational thought evaporates. Clothes are ripped away. Leila pushes Mateo against a fresco of a copulating god-king and rides him while ancient Egyptian moans echo around them.
Chapter 4: Seven Hours
They try every position depicted on the walls—and invent a few new ones. By hour six they’re speaking only in ancient Egyptian love poetry between orgasms.
Chapter 5: The Curse That Wasn’t
When rescue finally breaks through, both emerge flushed, disheveled, and suspiciously happy. They publish a joint paper titled “Psychoactive Properties of KV-19 Pollen.” The erotic frescoes are quietly omitted from the official report. Their hotel bookings, however, become permanent.