It had been a week since I’d returned from my getaway, a break that had done wonders to recharge me. Was it the distance that had stoked Nathan’s desire, or was he making a deliberate effort to keep the spark between us alive? Whatever the reason, he was different. Bolder, more engaged. Not domineering, but exuding a new kind of masculinity that stirred something deep within me. At night, instead of retreating to his comp...

I stood in the doorway, my red hair falling in disheveled waves over my shoulders, my silk blouse creased from a sleepless night. My green eyes, dulled by anxiety, avoided Alex’s gaze. A week earlier, he offered me an “arrangement” to cover my unpaid rent. A proposal I rejected with disgust, slamming my bedroom door. But that night, with my bank account empty and the rent deadline pressing like a blade against my throat,...

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...

Emma ran through the jungle, her legs pounding the earth in a frantic sprint. Her breath, short and searing, escaped in desperate gasps, while sweat streamed down her skin, carving glistening trails along her arms. Thorns clawed at her shredded tank top, which clung to her chest, revealing flashes of skin flushed with exertion. “It’s not possible,” screamed her voice in her head. Tears, hot and bitter, streamed down her c...

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...

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...

The afternoon had bathed my apartment in a soft, muted light, the sun’s rays filtering through thin curtains to dance across the old parquet floor. I sat on the couch, legs crossed in tight jeans. Across from me, Laura glowed with grace. Blonde and slender, her figure—sculpted by swimming and running—showed subtly beneath a light blouse. And those blue eyes. Those deep hypnotic blue eyes that drew me in and held me captiv...

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...

That morning on the slopes, Nathan wasn’t as smooth as the day before. Sure, he still skied like a pro and tossed tips at Lucie, but something was off. He was more distant, less laid-back. Emma, zoned in on her runs, didn’t notice it, but Lucie could see the change. It wasn’t Nathan’s first fling. He’d had his share before, quick hookups with girls passing through, ones he knew he’d never see again. Worst case, a swift bl...

"Emma?" Nathalie’s soft, familiar voice jolted me out of the haze of my erotic daydreams. Nathalie, a radiant blonde nearing her forties, carried an effortless elegance that turned heads without trying. Her silky hair fell in gentle waves over her shoulders, and her hazel eyes sparkled with a subtle mischief. My favorite colleague, without a doubt. "Yes, Nath?" I replied, giving my head a little shake as if to dispel the...

When Lucie opened her eyes, Nathan and Emma were already up and at it. Showered, dressed, they were messing around with breakfast in a corner of the studio. They’d tried to keep it quiet, but in a bare, cramped space like that, every sound – a spoon clinking, the wood creaking – hit like a little wake-up call. Lucie propped herself up, her blonde hair a messy tangle spilling over her shoulders. “’Mornin’,” she mumbled, vo...

“It’s magnificent!” Lucie exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with wonder at the sight before them. The Alps rose with proud grandeur, their snow-capped peaks gleaming beneath a crystalline blue sky, like giants cloaked in pristine white. The sunlight danced across the slopes, illuminating sharp ridges and deep valleys where shadows played with the snow, tracing curves as mesmerizing as those of a body bared to a curious gaze....

This October Monday, arriving at the office, I felt unusually good, I even had time to make myself look pretty. Despite the cool weather, I chose to wear a black pencil skirt that hugged my hips elegantly, paired with an emerald silk blouse that highlighted my eyes. My red hair, slightly wavy, fell just below my shoulders, adding a touch of sensuality to my professional look. Eric, my boss, had already complimented me tha...

Your words, a whisper in the void of the night. I never saw your face, just felt your soul. You have gone, you left a void, full of light. Yet your poetry makes me feel like a fool. Your poems, like echoes of a distant fear. In each line, a truth we dare not speak. Make us feel, the end is near. Remind us we're frail and weak. In sorrow, I find you, now you're gone. Your art now fuels my own desire to write. To leave a ma...

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...