LOGINWorkplace Romance (2)Before I left the hotel pool that day I made a point to invite her to the private skinny-dipping cove again. I passed her my number along with a generous tip—I was hopeful she’d come.There hadn’t been any hesitation in how she had agreed to join me. In fact, remembering her warmth was a delicious memory—there had been a real spark between us, a heat that was undeniable.I was glad to be proved right when Vanessa texted me flirtatiously the next day and we fixed a time and place to meet on Friday.On the day, I was buzzing with excitement as I waited in the lobby. I remembered her big blonde hair and her pretty eyes. I was thrilled to be meeting her again so we could head to the privacy of that secret cove.Vanessa arrived in a flurry, all curls and big eyes. She took my hand, hustling me into a waiting car.The nudist spot was a fair distance away. In the car, I tried not to stare at her legs as we chatted about Miami. She was wearing a denim coverup that cut hi
There’s no reason you can’t have a little fun when you’re travelling for work. On day one of my Miami trip, I headed out to the hotel’s beautiful spa deck. I’d upgraded myself from the business hotel my office had suggested—since I was having a birthday during the visit, I figured a little luxury was called for.I’d heard there was a pool-party starting later on and I couldn’t wait to get my tan on. Excited to be in the hot sunshine, I immediately stripped off my metallic cover-up. The bikini I was wearing underneath was a sheer pink number—it showed off my taut body and was sexy as hell. I wanted to make an impression; travelling alone was no fun, so the odd holiday fling spiced things up.I found a sleek lounger right by the water and lay down with a gentle sigh, taking in the high-end scenery. People-watching was an excellent pastime in Miami. People were out for a good time and were dressed to flash and seduce.Everywhere I looked I saw toned, tanned flesh paired with sexy, pouty
I’m going to faint. She thought as she teetered on the brink of the moment she’d been waiting for. Two men, four sets of hands, twenty thick strong fingers began to caress and arouse her.Steve’s erection pressed at her hip and her left hand still secured at the wrist brushed the stranger’s cock as he moved ever closer. Katy leaned over to bury her face into his chest, lick the salty dip between his pecs, graze his nipple with her lips as his fingers teased at her pussy. He smelled so good. They both smelled so good.She switched between the two, kissing each in turn as their hands wandered and she melted under their touch. She managed to catch the new lover’s cock in her fist, and despite the awkward angle began to wank him slowly as he played with her clit, drawing juices from her and rubbing them around her folds. Then Steve’s fingers were back, she knew his technique well, just as he knew her pussy so well. The trembling in her knees and thighs started up again and she had to tell
Katy couldn’t quite believe it was actually about to happen. Her fantasy was about to be made a reality. She had just come out of a two-year sé'xually starved relationship and had felt sé'xually starved for the longest time. Now she was free, and Katy had some making up to do.She had confided in Steve, a fú'ck buddy who had been only too eager to get between her legs fast. She had missed just fú'cking, rutting like wild things. These past two years had shown her she simply could not thrive with just one partner.She wanted to celebrate her newfound freedom, and after a hard shafting from Steve one afternoon, she told him of her sé'xual desires over ginger tea and banana bread.“Do you think me awfully naughty?” Katy asked after revealing her fantasy.“Do you really want to know what I think?” Steve asked, throwing her a sly, deviant look that made her unsure if she really wanted to hear his answer.“Maybe?” she said hesitantly, twisting her foot around her calf and leaning over the m
Craving The Professor (3)I should have known it would lead to this the second he told me to get on my knees. Maybe I did know. Maybe that was exactly why I stayed. Maybe I needed him to break me open and fill every inch of me until I forgot what it felt like to be untouched.Professor Callum Ward loosened his grip on my hair slowly, letting the strands slip through his fingers as he guided my face back down to the leather couch cushion. The scent of sweat and old books clung to it, grounding me in the moment. His voice came low and smooth, but every word sent a tremor through my body.“It’s time for your second hole, Lila.”The rustle of fabric followed. I didn’t need to look. I heard the sound of his belt hitting the floor and the heavy thud of his pants join
Craving The Professor (2)Lila Monroe's POVI should have walked away the second he locked the door. I knew what that look in his eyes meant, and I still stayed. Maybe I wanted this. Maybe I needed it more than I thought.Professor Callum Ward didn’t say a word at first. He just stepped around to the front of the couch, took hold of my left wrist, and tugged me forward. The movement jolted me, but I didn’t resist. His grip was firm. I glanced down, and that was when I saw the bulge straining against his pants. That man was hard! Fuckkkk. He was hard for me.He slipped a looped rope over my wrist, then moved quickly. He guided the other end beneath the heavy leg of the couch, lifted the frame with one hand, and dragged the rope tight. My arm stretched across the backrest. Then he did the same with the other. In seconds, I was tied, pinned over smooth leather, bent forward with my hips raised and legs wide apart. My face pressed into the cushion. I couldn’t move.I could feel my heart p
The Secret Orgy (4)Bob was having a hard time too, literally. His cóck strained against the tight confines of his underwear and trousers.“I did not expect this,” he thought, his jaw tight. With all his earlier suspicions about the party, nothing had prepared him for what was happening.He felt Be
Dorian eats pússy like a man possessed. I have never seen anything like it.It is like a junkie who has not had a fix in weeks. He dives in like he is never going to get another taste.Fire alarms could go off and he would not even flinch. When he locks onto me, there is no stopping him.I have nev
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







