• Mr. Smith,  Party of Five

    Party of Five – Part 1

    This story is a continuation, and contains spoilers, of this one: Five   The storm roared outside, turning the windows of the airport’s VVIP lounge into black mirrors reflecting five identical faces — but souls that danced to their own rhythm. Camila, Valentina, Sofia, Luna, and Isabela — blue-eyed quintuplets with bodies that defied logic and statistics — had been stuck there for hours, their flight to an exotic destination indefinitely delayed. Mr. Smith, the wealthy man who had brought them together for one explosive night in Buenos Aires, wasn’t there. Called away on business, he’d left the day before, abandoning them alone. Empty champagne flutes lay scattered across the…

  • Dayana´s family,  Mr. Steve

    The Irresistible Proposal

    This story is a continuation and contains spoilers from this one: https://lustcastles.blog/2025/05/28/closing-the-deal/ I recommend that you read it first to make it easier to read and understand this one. The first time you open a drawer you shouldn’t, it’s tough, it sticks, but by the second time, it glides easier, and from the third time on, you don’t even think about whether you should open it—you just do. Obsession. That’s what it’s called. By the poolside, on that sun-soaked morning, Steve was consumed by the memory that drove him to buy the mansion. He’d been seduced, raw and unfiltered, by the realtors—a mother and daughter—who tapped into his deepest, dirtiest…

  • Paradise Airlines

    Paradise Airlines

    I’ve always been afraid of flying, and I needed to make this trip to Paris. Over twelve hours in the air. A close friend of mine said, “You’re a successful man. You don’t need to fly commercial. Travel with this executive jet company. The in-flight service is so exquisite you’ll forget you’re on a plane.” Following his advice, I decided to book with a company called Paradise Airlines. Surrounded by mystery, the company’s website revealed very little. No social media, no online reviews I could look into. The ticket was absurdly expensive—and mind you, my secretary usually gets me the best first-class seats. But I trusted my friend… and I’m…

  • Mr. Smith,  Party of Five

    Five

    They say money doesn’t bring happiness. Well, I have a lot—an obscene amount—and I’m not sad. The incredible stories I have, I’m not ashamed to say, are thanks to my incredible fortune. How should I begin telling this story? Maybe with John… One day, I got a call from John. How should I describe him…? He’s a friend, though not really what you’d call a friend, since I know almost nothing about his personal life. In truth, he’s a headhunter who works for me—but not exactly the kind you might be imagining… John is the guy who knows my taste in women, who knows I don’t have time and prefer…