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I really enjoyed the exercise of writing "Trouble at Table 3". It was a good challenge to write a story that was completely dialog driven, and Mel was just a fun cheeky character. So here's another Mel story!
In “Hot Flow, Slow Burn,” Mel returns in all her glory—this time in a yoga studio where the instructor is hotter than a sun salutation at noon. What begins as a cheeky commentary on tight hips and sandalwood sweat quickly spirals into a full-body fantasy that doesn’t end at Shavasana. With her best friend Cara barely managing (failing actually) to hold her back, Mel pushes every boundary between practice and pleasure—until the final pose is horizontal, private, and utterly satisfying. It’s playful, filthy, and flexibly feral. Expect sex with a stretch, sass with savasana, and a climax worthy of a mantra.
Namaste!
Chapter 10: The Exposure is up. It's one of my favorites in the entire story as it brings many of the themes together in one spot.
In this intense chapter, Elise is blindsided by a slut-shaming email exposing intimate photos of her in a harness, sent to art world elites with cruel labels like “Slut” and “Fraud.” The violation strips her private moment of context, aiming to ruin her. Shock and shame surge, but Elise locks her office door, her fractured reflection in the glass signaling resilience. She calls Rowan and they plot a bold response.
At Rowan’s loft, they channel fury into art, sketching a defiant performance. In the gallery, before a judgmental crowd, Elise and Rowan take the stage. Clad in silk and leather, they dance—a raw, sacred act of power and love, culminating in unapologetic intimacy. The crowd’s scorn fades as the gallery becomes their temple, their bond unbroken.
The chapter explores vulnerability, resilience, and art as defiance. Plus, Elise and Rowan reclaim their narrative, proving their strength against shame.
Enjoy!
I’ve been reading Write Till You’re Hard by Guy New York, chasing ways to push my writing further—deeper, dirtier, more daring. One of his challenges? Write a story using only dialogue. No narration. No backstory. Just voices, heat, and desire driving everything forward.
Enter Mel.
She slides into a booth with two strangers and a grin that promises trouble. One drink becomes three bodies, breathless and tangled. Flirtation turns into confession, command, surrender. No exposition. No apology. Just raw chemistry and filthy fun.
Enjoy the sin, and Trouble at Table 3.
Chapter 9 is now posted.
In Chapter 9 Elise falters. The club, once sacred, fractures under noise and eyes she didn’t invite. Her control slips. Panic blooms.
But Rowan doesn’t flinch.
In the quiet of the safe room, he kneels—not to dominate, but to witness. He washes her hands in lavender water. She lets herself be held. Their love, forged in fire, becomes something gentler: a sanctuary. Not spectacle. Not power. Just presence.
This is how devotion breathes.
Chapter 8: The Witness of The Vale of Shadows published today. Rowan and Elise head back to the club, but this time the tables are turned and he submits.
And for an extra treat, Sweet Like Candy To My Soul is a short based on Dave Matthews' song Crash Into Me.
Enjoy!
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