I wasn’t looking for anything. I also didn’t have that sick, suspicious itch that women in bad marriages describe. No offense. This is not a jab. I wasn’t insecure or paranoid. He kissed me goodbye in the mornings, held doors open for me, and still sent Just Because flowers. We had date night every Friday, and he made dinner on Thursdays.So when I opened his wallet to pay for the sushi delivery, I wasn’t hunting for anything. But a small neat white card fell out.Mirage Heights Boutique HotelGold Status – Exclusive MemberI blinked.We didn’t go to hotels in the city. We had a house with a balcony and a fucking garden. Our vacations were in villas, not “boutique getaways” with free robes and mirrored ceilings.I turned the card over.His name was embossed in silver.Marcus walked into the kitchen with a towel-draped, hair wet from the shower, smelling like peppermint and confidence.“Thanks, baby,” he said, taking his wallet with a kiss.I smiled and swallowed the lump rising in
His cock stayed buried inside me, thick and impossibly deep. I could barely breathe. My leg trembled where he’d propped it up on the counter, and his palm was still pressed tightly over my mouth.“Quiet,” he murmured again, lips brushing the shell of my ear. “Be a good girl.”My moan was muffled into his hand as he pulled back and drove in again, slow and ruthless. The stretch. The pressure. The fullness. I could barely take it.I clenched around him, my pussy fluttering as heat rushed down my spine.His thrusts were deep and steady, angled just right to hit that perfect spot. I could hear the sound of his hips meeting my ass, the soft slap of wetness between us. I was soaked and dripping. My pussy suctioned around his cock with every slow grind.“Feel that?” he whispered, kissing the back of my neck. “That’s how badly you wanted me. You’re soaked for this.”I whimpered.Another thrust. Deeper. Harder.My hands gripped the edge of the bathroom counter like it was the only thing anch
CALLIEThe third fire this week. The third fire I’d caused in my apartment complex this week. All because the sight of him in his firefighter uniform with his muscles flexing was a turn-on for me. I touched myself to the memory every night. “Sir, apartment 3B… my kitchen is on fire,” I said, touching his bicep and fighting the urge to run my fingers on it. The neighbors were rushing out of their rooms as the firemen stopped the fire. I didn’t mean for it to get this bad but it went out of hand. “Are you hurt, miss?” He asked.He was a 6’5 foot tall man with a muscular build and the kind of presence that made people move out of the way without being asked. Broad shoulders, thick arms that strained his fire-resistant uniform, and legs that moved with purpose. His jaw was square, usually clenched, and his eyes were always dark and unreadable.Yeah, I know. I got a size and authority kink. Judge me as you please. “A little. My kitchen and bathroom…” I said. He rushed into
Haruki raised my legs, still fucking me sideways. His other hand was still rubbing my nipple in fast circular motions. “Ha..ru..ki,” I moaned. His dick felt so good I might have just gotten addicted. He planted kisses on my neck and shoulders and pinched my nipples hard. His other hand kept teasing my clit. “Take it, Aiko,” he said. “I can’t…,” I cried. Haruki moved from my breast to my neck. Holding me tightly, and still inside me, he switched positions until I was lying on top of him. My back on still on his chest, his hand on my clit and the other on my neck. He thrusted hard into me once, his cock hitting a spot that made me cum immediately. “I’m coming… Haruki,” I cried and he kept fucking me through it. My pussy gripped and clenched around his cock, my eyes rolling back but he didn’t stop.“So fucking tight, Aiko,” he moaned, his body buckling under mine.“Fuck… please.”“Where do you want my cum, Aiko?” he asked. “Inside… deep inside,” I cried.He bit my earlo
“W–why’d you stop?” My voice was breathy, almost a whine. My thighs were trembling. I was right there. He sucked his fingers into his mouth, watching me with hooded eyes. “Do you think you deserve to come already?” I didn’t even answer. My brain was half-melted. My body throbbed with need. Haruki’s warm and slick fingers hovered near my thigh. He leaned in close until his lips brushed my ear and I could feel his smirk. “That little body of yours is too sensitive. You’d explode if I kept going.” I shivered violently, biting my lip. “Is that what you want?” he whispered. “You want to lose control and make a mess all over my hand?” “You’re such a tease.” He chuckled softly. “You have no idea.” He kissed down my neck, his breath making my skin feel ten times hotter. My heart beat so fast I was sure he could hear it. “Say it, Aiko,” he said, voice low and smug. “Beg for it.” “N-no,” I muttered, half embarrassed. “Why would I beg someone like you?” He stopped behind
“Bye bitch-cha-cho,” I laughed. “Fuck you bitch-cho-cha,” Beniko laughed as I closed the door to her room. Those names we called each other were an inside joke with a lot of history for another day. Benny was my best friend and we had just come back from a party and I was completely drunk. Now, where the fuck was the guest room? I stumbled across the hall to my room but when I opened the door, I realized it was Benny’s parents’ room. They were cuddling with her breast exposed. Wrong room. I bit back a gasp and closed the door quietly, or so I thought because like I said, I was drunk. “Who’s there?” Mrs Kurosawa, Beniko’s mum, called out. Fuck shit! I heard rustling which meant they were coming out to check. I panicked, opened the next door, and closed it. “Benny? Is that you?” I heard Mrs Kurosawa say. I held my breath until I heard their lock click. I heaved a sigh of relief as I walked to the bed. God, I drank too much. I should have known better. I f