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The Yes Next Door. Content Warning.
We make it to the kitchen because water sounds wise and the bed was becoming a storm with no edges. The light over the sink is a warm coin; the counter is cool, slick under my palms. She hands me a glass and watches me drink like the act itself is foreplay. Maybe it is.
By Chahat Kaur6 months ago in Confessions
Mr. Thorne’s office.. Content Warning.
October 3rd The rain in Vancouver has a particular smell. It’s not just wet asphalt and damp earth. It’s the scent of cedar needles steaming on hot pavement after a sudden downpour, a clean, sharp perfume that gets into your lungs and makes you feel alive. I was breathing it in, standing under the awning of the Humanities building, watching the water sheet down in a grey curtain, separating me from the rest of the world. My backpack was heavy with books I hadn’t read, and my mind was a thousand miles away, or maybe just one floor up, in a corner office with a flickering fluorescent light.
By Chahat Kaur6 months ago in Filthy
She booked for a massage but he & his friend wanted so much more. Content Warning.
The rain started just as I pulled up to the address. Not a gentle, romantic drizzle, but a hard, angry downpour that hammered against the roof of my old Volvo. The wipers slapped back and forth, frantic, doing little to clear the view of the iron gate and the sleek, modern monstrosity of a house behind it.
By Chahat Kaur6 months ago in Filthy
Sinful Legacy. Content Warning.
My apartment is too quiet tonight. The kind of hush where every sound is thrown into sharp relief - the tap I never fixed still drips with a stubbornness I somehow admire, the elevator far down the hall sighs like something disappointed, and every empty space echoes with the ghost of his voice.
By Chahat Kaur6 months ago in Filthy
Two strangers seated side-by-side on a long overnight train ride. Content Warning.
The notebook feels cheap under my fingers, the cardboard cover flimsy. This pen is already starting to skip. But it’s midnight, and the train is a dark serpent sliding through the sleeping countryside, and I can’t sleep. The hum is in my bones. That low, metallic thrumming that feels like being inside a giant, moving creature. It’s the sound of distance being eaten. The sound of leaving.
By Chahat Kaur6 months ago in Confessions
The Things We Do in the Dark. Content Warning.
October 12th I saw him again today. It’s stupid, really. The way my body reacts. A full-system reboot from a thirty-second interaction in a coffee line. It’s not even about the words. It’s about the space between them.
By Chahat Kaur7 months ago in Confessions
My Girlfriend Was Alone. Content Warning.
The leather of the journal is cool and smooth under my palms. It’s late. The kind of late where the world outside my window has gone quiet, save for the occasional sigh of a car on wet pavement. This lamp casts a warm, guilty pool of light, and my pen feels like the only thing tethering me to this planet. I have to write this down. If I don’t, I think the memory might burn a hole through me. It’s not just a story; it’s an echo in my bones, a hum under my skin. Last night. God, last night.
By Chahat Kaur7 months ago in Filthy
The Third-Floor Window. Content Warning.
That, and the ghost of his smell on my pillow. It's a mix of cheap laundry detergent, the crisp bite of autumn air, and something else, something uniquely him. Skin. Just… warm skin. I can't stop pressing my face into the cotton, trying to drown in it.
By Chahat Kaur7 months ago in Filthy
Christmas Eve with Santa's 'Naughty List'. Content Warning.
You ever feel the whole house inhale right before the clock tips toward midnight on Christmas Eve? Candles flare a little higher, snow hushes its own fall, and suddenly everything's listening. That's where it started for me. I was curled up by the tree, nursing a mug of mulled wine - cheeks pink from the fire, fingers sticky with cinnamon - when the grandfather clock knelled eleven and change. No carols, no half-wrapped gifts, just me and a note tied with scandalously red ribbon:
By Chahat Kaur7 months ago in Filthy
Two Sisters. Content Warning.
July 14th. 3 AM. The city is quiet finally, just the hum of my old fridge and the distant sigh of a bus brakes a few blocks over. I can't sleep. My skin feels too tight, my mind replaying a film reel I swore I'd destroyed. It's been five years. But some memories are tattooed on the inside of your eyelids, you know? You close your eyes, and there they are. Vivid. Unforgiven. Unforgotten.
By Chahat Kaur7 months ago in Filthy
The Good Indian Girl. Content Warning.
"The Unraveling" Chapter 1: The Good Indian Girl Maya Kapoor had always been the perfect daughter. At twenty-six, she was a successful corporate lawyer in Mumbai, earning more than her parents ever had. She wore crisp sarees to work, spoke in measured tones, and never stayed out past nine. Her conservative Punjabi family prided themselves on their traditional values—no dating, no drinking, and certainly no skimpy clothes.
By Chahat Kaur11 months ago in Filthy
Forbidden Desires: A Steamy Billionaire Romance – Natasha’s Forbidden Initiation & Reckoning. Content Warning.
Forbidden Desires Chapter One: Natasha’s Initiation The room was dimly lit, the air thick with anticipation. Natasha’s fingers trembled as they hovered over my cock, her breath shallow. The tip, swollen and glistening, resembled a taut tennis ball, and her hesitation was palpable. I cupped her chin, tilting her face up to mine.
By Chahat Kaur11 months ago in Filthy
