I’m Mia, incurably curious, and blessed (or cursed) with a talent for finding trouble in the most ordinary places. A house-party bathroom, the back seat of a car, a house of a guy I just met at the beach, if there’s heat to ignite, I seem to strike the match.
These stories are my unapologetic record of every pulse-pounding encounter. They aren’t diary entries; they’re cinematic replays of moments that left my skin buzzing long after the zipper closed.
What to expect:
Short episodes
Each post drops you into scenes with no filler, no endless setup. You’ll feel the tension climb, watch the clothes fall, and exhale with me at the final shiver.
Ongoing chemistry
Familiar faces return. Maybe the stranger from a beach day becomes the lover in a diner date that results in her begging for more. Connections evolve the same way desires do. Unexpectedly and often.
Consent-forward heat
Every “yes” is clear, enthusiastic, and sometimes whispered so urgently it barely sounds like a word. Negotiation can be as sexy as the act.
Why am I sharing?
Pleasure gets louder when it’s spoken. Writing these encounters lets me relive them and invite you to feel a heartbeat of the same thrill. If my stories spark a blush, a fantasy, or a bold text you’ve been meaning to send, I’ve done my job.
Schedule
New confessions every week along with updates on the next stories.
Slip off your day, turn down the lights, and read me. I promise to keep your pulse racing.
Xoxo, Mia
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