HeyJaredKaia
I am Kaia: I write sensual, embodied fiction for adults. Intimate, vivid, honest and sinful. Home of Kaia Wouldn’t Dare, Same Time Stories, Monday Touch, 666 Dark Desires and my Travel Diary where it all began.
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I Didn’t Let Him Finish (opens the original)
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In chapter 1, I woke beside Laurent and remembered what had happened in the cellar.What I had let him do.How slowly he had taken control.How easily I had given it to him.But the morning after changed something.Not because I wanted revenge or because I wanted to prove anything.Because daylight has a way of making desire more honest.In the dark, you can feel your way through someone.In daylight, you have to look.And once I really saw him, I knew exactly what I wanted.I wanted him awake.I
The Drop Found Places I Like Being Touched (opens the original)
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Last week, this Monday Touch began almost too quietly.Me leaving the sea.Me stepping into the shade.A single drop falling from my hair.That is all.But the body has a way of making small things dangerous when you let them finish.Today is The Poetic One.The same shade. The same wet skin. The same slow path over shoulder, breast, belly and down to the small dark place where water no longer travels, only stays.No hands.No one else.Just one drop finding places I like being touched.And me, still enoug
And Tonight, I’m Taking You (opens the original)
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Tonight, the Harvest Moon is full.And apparently, so am I.My mother used to say that whatever is ripe beneath this moon should be taken before dawn. I always thought it was just one of her strange little spells.Then I stood on my terrace, felt the night air under my slip dress and realized how wet I already was.Laurent was downstairs, patiently letting a bottle breathe.I had suddenly lost all interest in the wine.I wanted him. And tonight, I had no intention of asking nicely.<a class="image-link
At 1:43 PM: She Made Me Wetter Than the Waterfall (opens the original)
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Every last Saturday, Same Time Stories tries to do something slightly impossible.One time.Many writers.Many places.Many bodies, moods, rooms, streets, kitchens, beaches, beds and secrets.My quiet dream is to have one Same Time Story from every time zone one day.Is that difficult?Yes.Impossible?I hope not.So, dear writers, this is my little invitation again: join us.It does not have to be long. It does not have to be perfect. A small story is enough. A scene. A moment. A time stamp. A body rememb
Before I left, I woke beside him and decided it was my turn (opens the original)
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When I wrote Wine and Want, I did not know yet what it would become.At first, it was meant to be a story about wine, hunger and one night in Laurent’s cellar. A night that began with a glass, a look, a little too much silence between two people who both knew exactly what was happening before either of them said it.And when I reached the morning after, I hesitated.Part of me wanted to leave it there. To let the door close softly after the night, to give you only a glimpse of what came next. A sho
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