Sunlight poured over the deck like warm silk, catching on skin, glassware, and the slow smiles of people who’d slept great. It was Sunday morning at Taylor’s riverside retreat, and the kitchen buzzed with lazy movement—smoothies blending, coffee pouring, bare feet padding across cool floors. Taylor moved with her usual quiet grace in a tiny white tank and linen shorts, while Lisa curled up in a silk robe, legs crossed, si...

Paul had cum prematurely on their wedding night, on the floor. He was unable to get hard again so Claire had other plans She had guessed what would happen. She knew that Paul would cum quickly, as he was prone to do, when overly excited. If he hadn't, then she was more than happy to have spent the night consummating the marriage, and Mark would have to wait. Now, however, plan B was in operation. She just had to get Paul...

Rick held me close, his arms wrapped tightly around me as he kissed me softly. “Thank you,” he whispered, his voice filled with gratitude and affection. “You really are obsessed with Pete, aren’t you?” I teased, running my fingers lightly over his chest. He chuckled softly, but then his expression shifted slightly, a seriousness in his eyes. “Yes, babe,” he admitted. “It’s because I wasn’t here. I wasn’t a part of it.” I...

Pete’s hesitation was clear, but I could see the lust overriding his concerns. “What about Rick?” he asked, his voice shaky, but his cock already hard again. I laughed softly, leaning into him as I stood between his legs, my nipples poking through my thin T-shirt, brushing against his chest. “It’s his fault for being away,” I whispered seductively, caressing his chest and feeling his body react to every touch. I leaned in...

As I lay beside him, I glanced over at Rick, who had been watching everything from the shadows. His eyes were dark with desire, his hands trembling at his sides, and I could see the frustration and longing on his face. He had been forced to watch me take another man, forced to see the pleasure I had taken. I smiled wickedly, knowing that this moment was just as powerful for Rick as it had been for me. **** After what felt...

Rick lay beneath me, his breath shallow and ragged as he processed everything. His body was tense, his muscles coiled with both anticipation and helpless desire. He knew what he wanted, and though it might have seemed humiliating, it was exactly what he craved “Tomorrow,” I whispered softly, my lips grazing his ear, “You know what I’m going to do, don’t you?” I asked, my voice soft but commanding. “I’m going to remind you...

A quick recap. I had met 4 men at a club and fucked them all individually. One had a room and we were just about to go there for some more fun. *** Without hesitation, we made our way toward the lobby. I hooked my arm around one of the men, clutching his arm tightly as we walked through the club. The eyes of strangers followed us, knowing exactly what had just transpired, but I didn’t care. My body still buzzed with the a...

As the late afternoon sun began to filter through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room, I could feel the charged energy between us. Rick was visibly aroused, his body tense with anticipation from everything that had happened during our shopping trip. We walked to the bedroom, and I laid out the clothes I had just bought—the tight leather dress, the tall red stilettos, the gloves. Each piece was a reminder of...

As I sank into the plush cushions of the couch, my lover’s weight pressing against me, I felt my body tremble with anticipation. His hands roamed over me with a practiced ease, sliding beneath the hem of my dress, pushing it up higher, leaving me exposed to him. Every touch was deliberate, every movement slow and teasing, making sure I was fully aware of the control he held over me—and, in turn, over Rick. I knew Rick was...

I stood in front of the mirror, my reflection staring back at me, and I couldn’t help but smirk. Tonight was the night. The soft black silk of my dress clung to my curves, hugging every inch of my body, the fabric barely covering what it needed to. The thin straps rested delicately on my shoulders, and the plunging neckline left my chest dangerously exposed. The hem of the dress skimmed the tops of my thighs, teasing with...

The implication was clear. She wanted to be noticed, wanted to be desired, wanted to be taken by these men, just as she had been earlier. The jealousy and humiliation churned within me, but so did the arousal, the sick, perverse desire to see her in that role, to watch as she flaunted herself for others. Sarah’s gaze never wavered as she took another sip of her coffee, her eyes boring into mine, daring me to say something...