تسجيل الدخولI learn quickly that eating pussy is an art form Margot has spent years perfecting.She guides me with words and gentle touches, telling me exactly where to lick, how fast to move, how much pressure to use. "Circles," she breathes, her hand gentle but insistent in my hair. "Smaller now. Right there. Yes, fuck, just like that, don't stop."Her taste fills my mouth, unfamiliar but immediately addictive, and I find myself chasing more of it with desperate enthusiasm. More of her breathless moans. More of the way her thick thighs tighten around my head when I do something particularly right. More of everything she's willing to give me.Ellis watches us from the foot of the bed, stroking himself slowly with one hand, his eyes dark with desire as he takes in the sight of his wife and their new lover tangled together. There's something intensely erotic about being watched like this, about knowing that my inexperienced attempts to pleasure his wife are turning him on just as much as they're w
Margot's mouth is still on mine when Ellis starts undressing me.His fingers find the tie of my wrap dress and pull with gentle certainty, and the fabric falls away from my body like it was never there at all. I'm exposed now, wearing nothing but my black lace thong, my skin pebbling in the cool air of their apartment and from the heat of their combined attention."Beautiful," Margot breathes against my lips, pulling back just far enough to look at me. Her hand traces down my neck, over my collarbone, between my breasts with agonizing slowness. "Look at you. We've been dreaming about this moment. About you.""You have?" My voice sounds distant to my own ears, lost in sensation and disbelief."Every time we heard you through the wall." Ellis's lips brush my ear from behind, his breath warm on my neck, making me shiver. "We wondered what you looked like in the dark. What sounds you made when you touched yourself. What you'd taste like if we ever got our mouths on you."His hands slide a
I wait a week before I text her.Not because I'm not interested, but because I need time to process what I'm interested in. I've never been with a woman before, never even kissed one outside of a drunken dare in college. I've certainly never been with a couple, never been the third person invited into someone else's bed. The most adventurous thing I've ever done sexually is let an ex-boyfriend tie my wrists with a necktie, and that lasted about thirty seconds before we both felt too awkward to continue.But I can't stop thinking about Margot. About the way she looked at me on that balcony, like she could see every secret I've been keeping from myself. About the way she touched my face, casual and proprietary, like she already knew she could have me if she wanted.And I can't stop thinking about him, the faceless man behind the wall, the deep groans and steady rhythm that have fueled my fantasies for weeks now. I imagine what he looks like. Tall, I think. Strong hands. The kind of man
I hear them through the walls on my first night in the new apartment.The woman first, a breathy moan that starts low and builds into something raw and unrestrained. Then the man, a deep groan that makes something tighten in my belly. The rhythmic thump of a headboard against the shared wall, steady and relentless, going on for what feels like hours while I lie awake in my new bedroom and listen.I tell myself I'm annoyed by the intrusion into my quiet first night. I tell myself I'll definitely complain to the landlord tomorrow about the paper-thin walls and the inconsiderate neighbors who clearly don't care who hears them. I tell myself the heat flooding through my body is just embarrassment at the accidental invasion of someone else's privacy, nothing more than that, nothing I need to examine too closely.But my hand slides between my thighs anyway, almost without conscious thought, and I come to the sound of them coming, biting my pillow hard to muffle my own sounds so they won't h
She brings me to the edge three times with her mouth before she finally lets me fall.The orgasm crashes through me like nothing I've ever experienced, wave after wave of pleasure that seems to go on forever. She works me through it with her tongue, drawing out every last tremor, and when I finally come down I'm shaking and tearful and completely wrecked."Good girl." She kisses her way back up my body, settling beside me on the sofa. "That's it. Let it out.""I didn't know," I manage between gasps. "I didn't know it could feel like that.""It's different with someone who knows your body." She strokes my hair, patient and gentle. "Someone who takes their time. Someone who isn't racing toward their own finish line.""Has it always been like this for you? With women?""Not always. It took me time to learn my own pleasure, to find partners who cared about it." She kisses my forehead softly. "But yes, once I did, I never looked back."I turn toward her, suddenly aware that she's still clo
Her apartment is exactly what I imagined. Warm and elegant, filled with art and soft lighting and furniture that invites you to sink in and stay awhile.Vivian opens the door in a flowing satin robe, her hair loose around her shoulders. She looks at me standing in the hallway in my carefully chosen dress, my carefully applied makeup, my carefully constructed courage, and smiles."You came.""I almost didn't." My voice shakes slightly. "I walked around the block three times before I could make myself come up.""But you did come up." She steps aside to let me in. "That's what matters."The apartment smells like her perfume and something else, something warm and inviting. Candles flicker on surfaces throughout the living room. Music plays softly from hidden speakers, something classical and soothing."Can I get you a drink?" she asks."Please." I need something to do with my hands, something to calm my racing heart.She pours us both glasses of wine, rich and red, and sits on the sofa wi
The knock on my door comes at the worst possible time.I'm standing in my bedroom wearing nothing but a pink lace bra and matching thong, my ring light already glowing, laptop open and ready on my desk. My cam show starts in ten minutes. I have regulars who tip well when I'm punctual, and I need ev
It started three weeks ago.I woke up in the middle of the night to the sound of my bedroom door creaking open, and when I peeked through barely-open eyes I saw both of them standing in my doorway. Jude and Jax, my twin stepbrothers, watching me sleep with expressions that made my stomach flip and
Morning light through the cabin windows. I woke up alone in the bed, my body still vibrating from the night before. Every nerve ending oversensitized. Every movement making me aware of how swollen and desperate I still was. I found them in the living room. Theo making breakfast at the stove, humm
My brother canceled six hours before the trip. Work emergency. The smart move was staying home. I drove to the cabin anyway because Patrick would be there and I'd been in love with Patrick since I was sixteen years old and this was the first time in my entire life I'd be near him without my broth







