MasukRide For Me, Naughty Girl (2)Before mounting him, I paused to admire how hard his dick was and, more importantly, how big it was. I gave it a quick kiss and lick, but that wasn’t enough.I couldn’t resist. Without further introduction between my mouth and his dick, I gobbled him to the base.He was deep in the back of my throat and getting harder by the second. I slowly slid my mouth up to the head, swirled my tongue around the ridge before releasing it, and grabbed it with my hand to stroke it a few times.The expression on René’s face was priceless. His eyes were wide with amazement and awe.He said nothing and just looked at me as I worked him with both hands. I put his head in my mouth one more time, sucking on it and getting it nice and wet, and still he didn’t break his gaze.I climbed onto his dick slowly, looking to see if René’s expression would finally change. He dropped his head to the bed and then looked at me again with a big smile.“You are so not what I expected,” René
I don’t know when he snuck into my room, but I awoke to find René massaging my throbbing clit and sucking on my neck.Mmmm. I pushed my ass up against his dick, which was hard as granite.“When did he sneak into my room? How long had he been here? Did he see me in the mirror?” I wondered silently.My mind swirled with questions. I wasn’t sure if I was dizzy from him poking my throbbing pussy while rubbing my clit or if it was the confusion of trying to figure out how a man who wouldn’t look at me, let alone talk to me, was now in my bed.“For as long as I’ve been in the States, I’ve tried hard not to touch you, but then I saw your door open, and when I peeked in and saw you playing with yourself, I couldn’t hold back anymore,” René whispered in my ear, as if he had heard the questions I had just asked myself.I guided his hand so that he had two fingers inside me. He pumped, and I pumped back.He went faster, and I kept pace. The rhythm was getting frantic.“Ahhh! I’m about to cum,” I
My 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
If anyone were asked to describe me, they would probably say workaholic. If I am not working out at the gym or at home, I am at school, either teaching writing or writing myself.That is simply how I live. My days are structured, busy, and intentionally full.People sometimes ask if I ever plan to
His Horny Slut (4)His hand brushes my hair from my face, and I can’t help staring at the black silicone plug he holds. My stomach tightens with tension and longing at the same time.“You know what this is for,” he says, voice low, amused.“Yes, sir,” I breathe, hips already quivering.His fingers
Two teachers explore each other for the first timeI was running late, and my nerves were electric as I raced to my car. It was 7:32, and I needed to check in by 8:15 at the seminar. I was headed to a teacher’s seminar at a hotel forty-five minutes away. The day was already heavy with heat and humi
This is a terrible mistake.I know it, and yet I keep moving forward like I’m under some spell. He is not a friend. He is not someone I should trust. Adrian Blackwood sits on the board of the company I co-founded. We’ve met only a handful of times, and every conversation between us has been brisk,







