H.A.M.

It started late.

After dinner, after music, after the kind of easy laughter that only happens when no one’s in a rush to be anywhere else. Chen and Ashley had cleaned up the kitchen together, sharing little touches as Chen moved past each other. She was glowing—nervous, but soft in that way she got when she felt safe.

(Lush, observational, intimate—part internal narration, part whispered diary)

I knew the moment I walked in. The moment I saw Ashley with her sleeves rolled up and Chen leaning in close while drying the dishes. The air was thick with it—desire not yet spoken aloud, but blooming just beneath the surface.

So I did what I do best. I poured the wine, kissed both their cheeks (mouths, actually), and curled up on the couch in a robe I very intentionally didn’t tie shut.

(Slow, sensuous, measured—written like a personal letter she’ll never send)

I arrived late on purpose.

Not to make an entrance, but to make space.

There’s a rhythm to these things. Kaori knows how to stir the pot. June sets it on fire. Chen guides the dance. Me? I wait. I feel. I watch for the moment someone’s body asks me silently to come closer.

(A soft, lyrical internal voice. Quiet awe. Little stumbles. Honest and achingly vulnerable.)

I almost didn’t come. I stood outside the door for five full minutes with the brownies in my hands and my heart pounding like a drumline.

I thought:

They’re all so beautiful. They won’t notice if I’m not there. What if I ruin it? What if I don’t know what to do?

(Somewhere between a running inner monologue and a half-drunk journal entry)

Okay, so here’s the thing: I thought it was gonna be sex. Like, hot group sex with the hottest people I know. Cool, cool, amazing, love that for me.

I didn’t expect it to feel like… opening the door and walking straight into my own fucking heart.

It’s a soft, rainy Seattle evening. The whole household drifts together into the big bedroom—blankets piled high, the window cracked just enough for fresh, cool air that makes every warm body feel sweeter.

Chen lies propped against pillows, robe open, nipple still faintly tender from Kaori’s teasing earlier. Ashley sits curled at their side, glasses slightly fogged, her big soft chest pressed to their arm as she reads poetry aloud, voice calm and gentle. Every so often, she peeks up shyly, blushing when Chen catches her eye.

Chen had finished with June only moments ago—one hand tangled in her messy hair, their cock guiding her chin up so every pulse hit her cheeks, her lips, even the tip of her nose. June took it greedily, tongue flicking to catch what she could, the rest glistening shamelessly on her flushed face.

Kaori pads down the hall barefoot, robe half-open, skin still warm from the kitchen lights. She finds Chen lounging back in bed, shirtless, smugly scrolling through their phone—completely unbothered, cock still half-hard because they knew Kaori would come next.

She plants herself at the foot of the bed, glaring and sulking in the most adorable, spoiled way.

Kaori’s still licking the last drops of their release from her lips when June crawls fully into the bedroom—still half-naked, flushed, and so obviously pouting for attention.

She pushes Kaori’s shoulder lightly, ignoring the older girl’s smug grin.

Chen lies back on a nest of soft pillows, robe wide open, chest rising and falling under the warm touch of three devoted mouths. Every inch of them is on fire in the sweetest way—but their ultra-sensitive nipples are the real focus tonight.