LOGINI'm a good-looking twenty-five-year-old guy who got married a couple of years before the world shut down.More than one person has told me I look a little like Nick Robinson—the younger actor—and honestly, I don't disagree.My wife is amazing. She really is.The problem is that I've seen her every single day for what feels like the last hundred years.Twenty-four hours a day.Seven days a week.Soon to be three hundred and sixty-five.Before quarantine, we were both working from home. Then my company cut my schedule down to three days a week, leaving me with even more free time than any human being should legally be allowed to have.At first, it wasn't so bad.Then the boredom set in.And boredom is dangerous when you're trapped inside your house with unlimited internet access and a constantly overactive sex drive.My wife and I have had just about every kind of sex she's comfortable having. We've exhausted our usual routines. Burned through every favorite position. Revisited every re
The Ceo's Dirty Little Secret (2)Annalise's POVMy eyes widened in shock as this man, my boss, my engaged boss, kissed me. No, he was devouring me without a moment's rest in between.His lips tugged and pressed against mine, begging for more.It would be so easy to give in and let him show me the extent of his hunger.But my hands reached for his chest and pushed him away.He didn't give up, not for a second.His lips kept seeking more even as he pulled back, only to come at me again.I pushed him away once more, long enough to form a sentence."You're engaged, sir." My breath came out shakier than I intended, but that only seemed to spur him on."I am not," he whispered, his voice ragged with arousal.His lips trailed down my neck, nibbling at my skin as he tugged me closer.My mind flashed back to all the front-page announcements of his engagement. The blonde on his arm, smiling happily and clinging to him.I pushed again.He didn't let go.Instead, he captured my lips and slipped
Chapter 1.Annalise's POV"If the world was ending you'd come over right?" My voice lined with the music that played out of my phone.Another late night at the office doesn't mean I can't let loose a little. Something about letting loose in the middle of my office alone, in the middle of the night.Letting my body flow with the music. It was my own form of meditation.My own private moment that had easily become the replacement for my stunted social life since I'd started this job at Halford Inc.The instrumentals for the song die out, and I'm left with heavy breaths and that same goofy smile on my face, the one that I seemed to only get when the swaying of my body was involved, and I'm not complaining.I look around the office once more, as usual, I'm the last to Lee and I let out a sigh.Reaching for my bag, I grab the loose shirt I brought with me as a spare. I had no intentions of finding my way home with a halter top.The traditional shimmy before the top comes off takes place bu
Zoey's POVAlan lifted me off my knees like I weighed nothing and set me on the edge of the bed. My legs were still shaky from kneeling so long and from the way my heart kept slamming against my ribs every time he looked at me. Before I could even catch my breath he cupped my face in both hands and kissed me.Not a quick thank-you peck. A real kiss. Slow. Deep. His lips moved over mine like he had been thinking about it for months and the moment he finally got to do it he didn’t want to rush. I froze for half a second, surprised, then melted into him and kissed him back. My hands found his shoulders and I held on while his tongue slipped past my lips and stroked mine in lazy, perfect circles. He tasted like beer and salt and something sweeter I couldn’t name. When he finally pulled back, I was dizzy and my lips felt swollen.“I’ve had a crush on you since the first week of freshman year,” I blurted before I could stop myself. My voice came out small and shaky. “I never thought you’d
Alan’s POVThe basement smelled like cheap beer, weed, and the kind of sweat that only comes from too many people crammed into too small a space. The music thumped through the floorboards overhead and the overhead bulb swung lazily, throwing long shadows across the folding table where five guys and five girls sat in a loose circle.Empty cans and red solo cups littered every surface. Someone had dragged in a couple of folding chairs from the garage and Zoey sat on one of them at the far end, knees pressed together, hands folded in her lap like she was attending a church service instead of a frat party gone off the rails.The game was simple and stupid: five-card draw, one round, winner picks his girl for the night. All the girls had agreed to it earlier when the night was younger and the drinks were stronger.They laughed about it then, calling it “truth or dare for grown-ups.” Zoey had been the only one who looked uncomfortable when they dragged her into the circle “for balance.” The
Cuckolding My Boyfriend And His Father (9)Disclaimer: This chapter contains explicit sexual content and explores fictional taboo themes, including consensual power dynamics, cuckolding, humiliation, breeding fantasy, and sexual situations involving adults. All characters depicted are consenting adults aged 18 and over. The events and relationships portrayed are works of fiction created solely for entertainment purposes and are not intended to promote, endorse, or reflect real-life behavior or values. Reader discretion is advised.••"Guess you will have to try and stop that," I told him and laughed.Charlie looked at me and then at his dad, who was also laughing."H-how?" Charlie asked."Well," I told him as I spread my legs wider and my fingers rolled around my pussy lips, getting coated in Paul's cum, "although he came so much and so deep inside me that he probably will get me pregnant, you could try and stop it... by eating my creampied cunt.""What?!" Charlie gasped. "No... I can
My Coworker Made me wet (2)When we left the diner, we hugged goodbye and promised to keep in touch on a social level. Wren gave me a quick peck on the cheek, which surprised me more than I expected.I told myself she was just being friendly, but over the last hour my body had been screaming otherw
I climbed onto the bed and she greeted me with a grin and a welcoming embrace, pulling me close as she breathed, “Oh God, that is hot,” while my sloppy, wet cøck pushed into her equally wet pússy.I knew I was not going to last long, and as I thrust into her she gasped my name and whispered, “Don’t
His Horny Slút (3)I should not want this. That is the thought I keep repeating, but my body refuses to obey. Every shift of my hips makes me wetter, and the sound of it fills the quiet air, obscene and shameless. The woman I pretend to be in boardrooms, the one who sits in tailored suits and comma
From Wife To Pórnstar (4)I sat on the couch with my knees pressed tight together, staring at the blank white wall behind the camera. The leather felt cold against the backs of my thighs, and the silence in the room stretched until I could hear my own heartbeat.Rick adjusted the tripod, crouching







