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The Glass Between Us is a provocative work of dark & depraved fiction centered around cuckold spy. Written by Vera Ashvale, this title immerses readers in taboo desires through vivid detail, emotional dominance, and deep psychological exploration.

The Glass Between Us

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  • Synopsis

    The Glass Between Us

    By Vera Ashvale
    An Erotic Suburban Thriller of Voyeurism, Obedience, and Denial

    In the curated calm of Halemore Heights, everything looks perfect from the outside—until you part the curtains.

    Adam Rourke’s marriage is sexless, silent, and tightly controlled by his elegant wife, Madeline, who believes her body still reigns supreme. But across the street, Olivia Voss begins a secret digital affair with Adam—commanding his orgasm, controlling his cock, and never letting him forget who owns him.

    When Madeline discovers the truth, she doesn’t stop it. She watches.

    Instead of confronting her husband, she begins flashing Olivia’s sculpted, gym-proud husband, Eli—who doesn’t realize his cock is small, or that he’s being used for a very private game. Olivia never finds out.

    Adam becomes caged. Madeline becomes bold. Eli thinks he’s special. And Olivia? She watches from behind the glass, smiling like a god.

    The Glass Between Us is a voyeuristic, slow-burn erotic novel of control, exhibitionism, chastity, and silent power shifts—where no one speaks the truth, but everyone sees what they need to see.

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The Chamber's Veil

You shouldn’t be here.
Not yet. Not before it’s ready.
But that’s what makes you want it more, isn’t it?
The way the cover didn’t tell you everything. The way the last sentence paused before it pushed deeper. The way your own body tensed — not because you finished, but because you didn’t.

 

This isn’t where the stories are.
This is where they’re still forming. Wet. Private. Not spoken aloud.

 

Some of them are still being written.
Some of them were never supposed to be read.

 

But she’s opening.
Slowly. Unwillingly.
And if you want to feel it when it happens — if you want to be the first to know what slips out before the final edit — then you’ll have to give something.

 

Not everything.
Just your email.
That’s enough to say yes.

 

She’ll do the rest.

Whispers You Missed

 

The stories aren't over.

They're just waiting for you to look down.

If you've scrolled this far, maybe it's because your fingers are searching for something your mind won't admit. Below are the entries they don't want you to read - the ones that know what you've done, what you've craved, and what your body has already confessed without permission.

these aren't just blog posts. They're confessions in disguise. And one of them is yours.

Go ahead. Click the one that watches you back.

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