A Psychological Erotic Thriller From the Mind and Imagination of Ted Smith Lustville Chapter 1 : “Caught” The curtains weren’t fully closed. They never were. He liked it that way — half-exposed, the thrill of maybe being seen. Outside, the rain tapped on the windowpane like an impatient guest, and the soft thrum of jazz played from her phone, still tangled in the sheets. “You always say this is the last time,” she murmured. He kissed her shoulder without answering. He’d already slipped his ring back on. The room smelled like wine and skin and broken vows. It was always the same after — the high, the hush, the slow drift into shame. But this time, something was different. She felt it before she heard it. A twinge in her stomach. A flicker of dread. The air shifted. “Did you hear that?” she asked. He laughed. “Your guilt talking.” But she sat up anyway, sheet clutched to her chest. The house was supposed to be empty. No kids, no husband — a wee...