The rest of May and June continued in the same vein. Sarah was all prim and proper, the innocent virgin in public, but in private her appetite for oral service was insatiable, her demands of me insistent and her selfishness beguiling. My rampant erections mocked, my young balls left full, swollen and sore, and my desire to take Sarah’s virginity cruelly frustrated. I felt like a pawn in a game that I couldn’t even see. A...

He hovered just above her now, body between her legs, his thick head pressed at her soaked, swollen entrance. Mina’s breath caught—her hand still gently stroking him, guiding him, holding him there. She looked up into his eyes. There was no going back. Not anymore. He pushed forward. Just the tip. Mina’s entire body arched off the bed. “Oh my God— f…” she gasped, her voice breaking, barely a whisper before it turned into...

The motto of “Fuck work” repeated in Mick’s conscience as he drove through his street with a gleeful countenance. Friday evening held no definitive plans, but as the fit, feminine bodies jogged past on the sidewalk, stirring his loins, he anticipated relief from watching lewd videos later, on top of not working until Monday. “Mick!” His elderly neighbour hailed from her porch, interrupting his pornographic reverie, so he...

The door clicked shut behind them. The room was dim, golden from the bedside lamps, the sheer curtains gently fluttering from the open balcony. The bed was still unmade from earlier, the scent of their earlier passion lingering faintly in the air. Mina took a few slow steps forward, her heels softly tapping the tile, her back still to the waiter. She stopped halfway to the bed. And just stood there. Her heart was pounding...

Her hand stayed wrapped around his cock beneath the table, fingers slowly stroking through the fabric. Her touch was maddening—soft, steady, just enough to keep him painfully hard, desperate. Mina leaned in, lips brushing against his ear, voice barely audible beneath the hum of the restaurant. “Say it,” she whispered again. “Say you want your wife on her knees for him… bent over for him… in any position he wants.” Her hus...

The room was dim, lit only by the orange-pink glow of the Caribbean sunset spilling in through the balcony. The ceiling fan spun lazily above them, stirring the humid air while Mina lay on her back, legs open, her thick thighs framing her husband’s hips. Her skin was still warm from the afternoon sun, the salt of the ocean lingering on her collarbone. They hadn’t even made it to dinner—this was round two, maybe three. She...

Elena, a busty high school teacher, walks out of the crowded hallways of her high school, her heels clicking on the cold linoleum floor. The last bell has rung, marking the end of another exhausting day. Her mind is spinning with the chatter of students and the weight of ungraded homework. "What the hell," she sighs to herself. "I really don't feel like going home." She decides to take a detour to the gym, hoping to clear...

The dimly lit restaurant buzzed with the murmur of conversations and the clinking of cutlery against china. Taya sat across from Will, her fork hovering over a plate of half-eaten pasta. She smiled, her eyes sparkling with a secret excitement that Will couldn’t possibly understand. The date had been going well—Will was charming as always, his laughter infectious, his compliments genuine. But Taya’s mind was elsewhere, her...

The week Will was away for work, Taya found herself drawn deeper into the raw, unfiltered world she had begun to embrace. Jamal’s invitation to his house wasn’t just a casual meetup; it was a transaction, a deal sealed with a promise of pleasure and profit. He was blunt about his intentions—he needed money to fix his bike, and Taya was the means to that end. She agreed without hesitation, negotiating a 10% cut for herself...

The sun dipped low on the horizon, casting a golden hue over the quiet suburban neighborhood where Taya lived. At 41, she was the epitome of a conservative housewife—petite at 4’11”, with blonde hair that fell in soft waves around her shoulders and a slender frame that weighed just 120 pounds. Her life revolved around her husband, Will, their two teenage children, and the mundane routines of domesticity. But tonight was d...

Charlie’s legs felt like they no longer belonged to him. Every step toward Mary—toward the gleaming steel object she now held with quiet reverence—felt heavier than the last. It wasn’t just the device that weighed on him. It was everything it implied, everything it asked of him. Mary knelt before him, calm and composed, her posture gentle but commanding. She looked up, and when their eyes met, Charlie felt the ground shif...