At the party, my boyfriend just steps away, I eye Marc with a smug smile. Almost arrogant. “You're losing your time. You’ve got no chance. No way I’m cheating on my boyfriend.” An hour later, in an upstairs bedroom, I’m on my knees, his hands gripping my red curls. His cock thrusts into my mouth. Hard. “What about your boyfriend now?” he sneers, before a savage roar, unloading completely, part of his hot release dripping...

The wait, the sweet torment of desire, Anticipation, like fire, higher and higher, Every second stretches, frustration mounts, Longing for the touch, the taste that counts. On my knees, I wait, the moment so near, His warmth, his presence, now here, His tip, warm and pulsing, meets my lips, That first contact, my heart skips. My lips, wet and soft, make him quiver, The satisfaction, as he enters, I deliver, The texture of...

There you stand, proud and unyielding, Your manhood rises, bold and wielding. I’m down on my knees, your red-haired prey, Draped in lace, the kind that makes you sway. Twenty-six years, half your seasoned age, Ripped from my man, yet here, submissive, I engage. In satin and silk, the lingerie you adore, I offer my mouth, your pleasure to restore. You wait, breath held, with fevered delight, For the moment my lips part, so...

Kneeling, hands bound behind me, I wait in the middle of our office. Men circle, drinks in hand, laughing, whispering. “What’s her purpose?” one asks. “To secure contracts,” my boss replies as a swollen cock thrusts vigorously between my lips. “And the blindfold?” grunts the one fucking my mouth, gripping my red hair. “Confidentiality,” my boss smirks. “Convenient,” the man chuckles. I moan, throat stuffed, swallowing the...

I stand at the edge, my hair arrays, Eyes through the ocean’s haze, Here on the pier, where the sea meets my feet, Waves murmur low, their rhythm so sweet. The wind sweeps in a tender caress, Brushing my cheeks with its salty press, I reach for the threads, the life in the air, Desperate to feel what still lingers there. Farewell my friend Its scent sharp, the sea fills my lungs wide, A briny embrace where my thoughts col...

At the bar, ordering, dress tight, redhead, my friends and boyfriend laughing nearby. A guy, sleazy stare, hits on me. I tell him to fuck off, but his dirty words cut deep, waking my inner slut. Dark alley, on my knees, cold stone. He yanks my hair, chokes me with his cock. Drool, shame, ecstasy. A hot rush floods my throat. He laughs: “One hit, and you’re swallowing me whole.” I stand, wiping my lips, smirk twisted. “You...