INICIAR SESIÓN~Nyra's POV~ I have a crush on my professor... but I'm not talking about a puppy love type of crush. Instead, it's the kind where I ache to fuck him so bad until I can't feel my legs anymore, my pussy throbbing just from the sight of him striding into the lecture hall. Dr. Ronan Hale, is the new adjunct in the literature department... tall, broad-shouldered, with that sharp jawline shadowed by a day's stubble and piercing grey eyes that seem to strip you bare without even trying. He's got this quiet intensity, like he's holding back a storm, and every time he lectures on forbidden desires in classic novels, I swear he's staring right at me, making my nipples harden under my thin tops.From day one, I decided to make him notice. I'm Nyra Voss, a senior with a reputation for being the campus tease, the girl who wears skirts that barely cover her ass and tops that dip low enough to show the lace of her bra. But for Ronan? I upped the ante. No panties, ever, when I'm in his class. I cl
'Ahh, yes, stretch this cunt wide.' He filled me perfectly, the angle allowing him to bottom out as I wrapped my legs around his waist. We moved together, me rocking forward, him thrusting up, the sink groaning under the force. His mouth latched onto my neck, sucking hard enough to bruise, teeth nipping the pulse point while his hand gripped my throat lightly, thumb pressing just so. 'Ride me, you needy cock tease. Milk this dick like you own it.' I did, grinding my clit against his pubic bone, breasts bouncing free as I ripped my bra away. 'Fuck, your tits are begging for my mouth,' he grunted, leaning in to capture a nipple, biting down until I yelped in pain.'Harder, bite me like you can't get enough of it,' I demanded, my nails raking his shoulders, drawing red lines. The mirror behind us fogged with our breaths, my reflection a wild mess, hair tousled, lips swollen, eyes glazed. Each thrust sent jolts through me, his cock dragging along my inner walls, hitting that ridge that
His words hung in the air like a promise, thick with that raw edge that made my core tighten around him. 'Yes, cum inside me.' I started, but the sentence shattered as he thrust up hard, his cock slamming deep, hitting that sweet spot that made my vision blur white. I rocked my hips faster, grinding down to take every inch, my nails digging into his chest as the pressure built to a fever pitch. 'Fuck, Alfredo, fill this pussy up! Pump me full of your hot load!' I demanded, my voice a husky rasp, laced with the kind of desperation that only comes from being denied for too long.He growled low in his throat, a sound that vibrated through his body and into mine, his hands clamping down on my ass cheeks, spreading them as he bucked wildly beneath me. 'Take it, you filthy executive whore. Gonna breed that tight hole until it overflows.' His hips snapped up one final time, burying himself to the hilt, and I felt it, the pulse of his release, hot spurts jetting against my walls, coating me
~Maliya's POV~ The clock on my desk ticked past midnight, but the weight of two years without him felt heavier than any deadline I'd ever crushed. My late husband, Amante, had been my everything... until a drunk driver stole him away on a rainy highway. Since then, I'd buried myself in this glass tower of a company, turning grief into empire-building. Tonight, though, on his death anniversary, the office felt like a tomb. Empty floors below, just the hum of the AC and my ragged breaths as I stared at spreadsheets that blurred through unshed tears. I shifted in my leather chair, the silk of my pencil skirt riding up my thighs. God, I was aching. Not just for him... but for release. Two years of celibacy had turned my body into a live wire, sparking at the slightest touch. My fingers trembled as I hiked the fabric higher, exposing the lace of my thong. It was soaked already, clinging to my swollen folds. I glanced at the door... locked, or so I thought, and let my hand slid low betwe
Nadine groaned low in her throat, a guttural 'Fuck, yeah,' that vibrated through her body and straight into mine. Her hand tangled in my hair, not pulling yet, just guiding, asserting that dominant edge that had me dripping onto the floor between my knees. I sucked harder, hollowing my cheeks, taking her deeper inch by inch until the veined shaft stretched my mouth wide, bumping the back of my throat. Gagging a little, I pulled back, strings of saliva connecting us, then dove in again, bobbing my head with sloppy, eager rhythm.'Goddamn, Larissa, you're a natural cocksucker,' Nadine rasped, her hips twitching forward, fucking my face in shallow thrusts. 'Look at you, on your knees like a desperate whore, slurping on my dick after I just waxed that pretty cunt. Bet you've been fantasizing about this all day, huh?' Her words were filthy, cutting through the wet sounds of my mouth working her, slurps and gags filling the room like some underground porn soundtrack. I moaned around her l
~Larissa's POV~ I never thought a simple waxing appointment could turn my Friday afternoon into a pulse-pounding fever dream, but here I was, sprawled on this padded table in nothing but a thin robe, my skin already tingling from the anticipation. The urban hum of the city filtered through the salon's frosted windows... honking taxis, distant chatter from the bustling street below, but inside this cozy, dimly lit room, it was just me and the sharp scent of warm wax mixed with lavender oil. I'd been coming to this spa for months, craving that smooth, bare feeling down there, the kind that made me feel sexy and exposed all at once. But today, something felt off. My regular waxer, Maria, was nowhere in sight, and as I waited, legs slightly parted under the robe, a unfamiliar heat started building between my thighs. Was it nerves? Or just the way the air conditioner whispered over my skin, making my nipples harden against the fabric?The door clicked open, and in walked this stunning w
The limo lurched forward, but Milo's hands clamped down on my hips like anchors, holding me right where I was, his thick cock buried deep inside me, pulsing with every ragged breath we took. My heart hammered against my ribs, a wild mix of adrenaline and raw need surging through me. The driver's v
~Darius POV~The city pulsed around me like a living thing, all concrete veins and neon blood, but inside my apartment on the fifteenth floor of a crumbling high-rise in downtown Chicago, I was king of my own shadowed empire. Darius Kane, thirty-four, software engineer by day, architect of forbidd
Disclaimer: This story delves into what a modern ‘Hierodoules' or ‘sacred sex service' practice to the gods of ancient Greece would look like in the 21st century. So please read with an open mind. ~Athena's POV~ My name is Athena, and in this sprawling, neon-lit Athens where ancient ruins bump sh
The rumble echoed through the chamber like the growl of an awakening beast, vibrating up from the depths of the earth and into my bones, but the gods didn't falter. If anything, it spurred them on, their thrusts growing more savage, more demanding, as if the disturbance was just another layer to ou







