The hallway squeezes tight between rooms. Wooden planks groan under my socks. Fire crackles faint from downstairs, wood stove battling the howling wind outside. Snow whips the windows, wolves yip in the valley. I slip out for water, midnight thirst. There she stands. Neighbor from the cabin next door, chestnut hair loose, candlelight flickering on her face. Our eyes lock. Breath fogs. She smiles sly. Door ajar behind her—her room, edredons piled high. Hand brushes mine. Electric. ‘Can’t sleep?’ she whispers. Pulls me in. Threshold crossed. Heart thuds.
Door clicks shut. Soft. Light seeps under from hall. Parquet creaks as we stumble. Her lips crash mine. Hungry. Hands yank shirts. Skin hot against cold air. She pushes me to the bed. Edredon swallows us. Ankles chained—her game, soft leather cuffs from drawer. Click. Spread wide. Alléchante. Tied. I bury in her neck. Chestnut strands tickle. Whispers. ‘Quiet. Others sleep upstairs.’ Family? Friends? Chalet full tonight, not alone like usual. Risk spikes. Her pussy wet already. Fingers slide in. Sloppy sounds. Muffled.
The Contact
She grinds down. Cock hard, throbbing. Slides on. Tight. Hot. Fills her. Gasp caught in throat. Hips buck slow. Creak. Bedframe protests. Wind masks some. But floorboards pop. Loud. Her nails dig. ‘Shh.’ Moans bubble. Bite lip. Thrust deeper. Crude. Wet slaps echo soft. Fear delicious—dad snoring above? Brother stir? Light shifts under door. Footsteps? No. Just dog padding past. Avachi mutt sniffs, whines low. Cat scratches frame. Ignore. Faster. Chains rattle faint. Her tits bounce. Suck nipple. Hard. She arches. Pussy clenches. ‘Fuck me dirty.’ Growl low. Pound. Sweat slicks. Fire pops distant. Pot-au-feu scent lingers from dinner.
The Indiscretion
Builds. Tension coils. Wolves howl closer. Avalanche threat looms, snow heavy. But now, us. She cums first. Shudders silent. Gush hot. Milks me. I pull out. Spray. Chantilly ropes on her belly. Thick. White. Against pale skin. Gasp. Untie quick. Wipe with edredon. Hearts hammer. Listen. Silence.
Slip out. Hall cold again. Door shuts whisper. Parquet creaks back. Stairs down. Heart batters ribs. Cross uncle in stairwell? No. Empty. Sneak past divans, puzzles half-done, sablier still. Bottles empty. Grab coat. Outside blast. Snow stings. Crunch to my cabin next door. Door bolts. Collapse. Secret locked. Grin in dark. Chalet saw all. Ours.