Dominant male lead Stories

Take it, you fucking slut. You love this, don’t you? His voice was a low growl against my ear, his hips hammering into mine with a relentless, punishing rhythm. My back was against his apartment door, my silk sari bunched up at my waist. I could only whimper in response, my nails digging into the hard muscle of his shoulders. How did I get here? * Moving to America was the fulfillment of a lifelong dream, a journey paved...

The Wedding The terrace was sheltered but warm, early spring light scattered between new blooms, the air heavy with the scent of blossom. She slid the hem of her dress higher, stretching her legs and allowing the warmth of the sun to reach her thighs, her head tilting in to the deep cushion of the lounger. She had bought the dress for this wedding, her friend’s daughter, a lavish event and one which she had initially resi...