Mag-log inMy Greedy Little Secret (2)I couldn’t stay restrained any longer. I pulled her to her feet and into my body so I could kiss her.I don’t know if she planned it, or if it was an accident born of how much my body wanted her, but as I pulled her toward me, my cock slipped between her thighs. She felt it too and immediately closed her legs around me in the most aggressive power grab, and I swear to Christ, I almost ejaculated down the back of her thighs right there and then.I spun us around again and pushed her against the car, my lips never leaving hers as I positioned her exactly how I wanted her. I fondled her nipple and let my hand drift commandingly down to her cunt.She knew what was to come, so she lifted her leg onto the bonnet of the car while I put gentle pressure on her clit with my fingertips. I let her kiss me a few more times before moving my lips to her throat, her chest, and her stomach, before my mouth joined my hand at her pussy.My tongue circled her clit, and my fing
I want to tell you a story.I feel nervous about it. It’s intimate and revealing and those are always hard to share, but I want to share it with you because I think that maybe you would enjoy it. I think that maybe this story will help you learn something about me and then you could tell me a story and I can learn about you.It was years ago when I was a much younger man. Some think that with age, men grow sexier and more confident. That scars bring wisdom and trauma brings perspective and there are times when I believe that may be true—but when I think of this story, and of the younger me, I remember a fit and hungry young man who didn’t know well enough to flinch. He was so open with his feelings and every plan he made had a short life span and he wore no worries around his neck.Part of why I’m nervous to tell you is that I’m worried that you will hear about the younger me and want him more. It stands to reason that if I would rather be him then you would rather have him. Back then
“Mmm. So sweet,” Ronan grumbled as he lifted himself away from my soaking pússy, his wet mouth still searching for my lips as if he was unwilling to let me go.I hungrily parted them, welcoming his warm, pússy-stained tongue down my throat as our tongues mingled and pressed together in a slow, heated clash.His tongue fought for dominance over mine, but I wasn’t a submissive bitch, so I grabbed his ponytail tighter and wrapped my legs around his waist, silently daring him to try harder as I fought back for control.“Take,” I panted into his mouth, “off your—”I moaned desperately when a stray finger flicked over my clít, my words dissolving as his mouth crashed back onto mine and swallowed the sound.I felt him shuffle his trousers down, and moments later warm flesh pressed insistently against me. I pushed my ‘Platter’ down onto the bed, forcing him back beneath me, and smiled to myself because now I was the heavyweight champion.I looked down at his thick cøck, hard and ready for me
It was 1am, and I was fu'cking hungry.“Christ,” I muttered to myself, staring at the ceiling. “What the hell is wrong with me, huh?”I felt so empty as different thoughts ran through my mind that morning.No, I was not hungry for food. I was starved for something else, something sharp and aching that had been building for weeks.“I need… something,” I whispered, the words dissolving into the quiet room. “I need to feel some thick cøck inside me. I want to be ruined.”I was on a business trip that was boring as fu'ck. If I had not decided to drink three bottles of wine, I would not have been sitting there like a dog in heat.The meetings had been mostly unprofessional and very performative. I hated how everyone acted like they were better than every other person in the room. It pissed me off.“I’m better off staying at home than this…” I scoffed aloud. “What a waste of time.”The conference had been tedious. I had sat perfectly composed in my burgundy Gucci suit, short and fitted, nod
My Business Partner Fu'cks My Wife (2)I watched Rhea hop off her muscled lover and crouch between his legs. Her rounded bréasts spilled from the thin balcony bra as she settled on her knees.“Look at you,” I said quietly. “So composed. So sure.”She glanced up at me, lips curving faintly. “You like when I focus,” she replied. “It helps me do it right.”Kunal let out a low breath. “Take your time,” he murmured. “I’m not going anywhere.”“I know,” Rhea said calmly. “That’s the point.”I saw Kunal pull his cøck free, heavy and eager in his hand. My wife leaned in without hesitation, her mouth opening as if this was expected of her.“Good,” I said. “Just like that. No rushing.”She paused and lifted her eyes to mine. “You’re watching,” she said softly. “I can feel it.”“I always am,” I replied. “Show him how attentive you can be.”She began by licking the tip slowly, her tongue circling with care. She took her time with it, deliberate and unhurried.Kunal groaned under his breath. “You’r
When Armaan asks his wife to fúck his business partner, it’s meant to be a gift, until he realizes his obsession with being a cúckold husband who loves to watch.••••••••I’ve always liked sharing what’s mine.Scratch that.I was so generous that I could even share my wife’s pússy with another man.I could watch another man want her, touch what I already own.It was a different kind of hunger to see another man’s thick cøck thrust into my wife’s cúnt.When I married Rhea, she fell for that part of me; my money, my confidence, the way nothing I own feels off-limits. With me, everything is open. Everything is offered.So when I told her I wanted her to fúck my business partners, she didn’t scream or walk away.She just looked at me, slow and thoughtful, lips parted slightly, like she was deciding how badly she wanted to be shared.“Why do I have to fúck another man for your business venture,” she had asked. Her voice had been flat, tired, stripped of drama.I had smiled and reached for
As the gown continued to drop I could feel a rush of air down the gap in my panties at the top of my crack. I felt him lean back slightly and I knew he was looking down my ass crack.I took the hand over my stomach and slid it down over my panties to tease him and to tickle my clit. I felt him touc
"I want to fuck a black man for my birthday!" Marina told her husband one morning. “No. No. Not going to happen,” Caleb said with almost no emotion. He knew where this was going with Marina. They had this same discussion every year.“Hey, it’s my birthday coming up, and I should get the present I
FUCKING THE BABYSITTER (3)“Fuck!” He groaned, “You're so wet…”Silas kept fingering me, working me through another wave. I clenched around his fingers. My body trembled and my thighs were slick. I couldn’t believe how responsive I was to him.Soon, a sweet relief swept through me and I tried to co
My Wife's Addiction To Black Cóck (5)I followed Marina into Darius’s house, the thump of music vibrating through the walls before the door even closed behind us. She had dressed in a short red skirt and a thin blouse that showed the outline of her nipples every time the light caught her.She looke







