LOGIN“Jesus, Stace… you’re perfect,” he muttered, voice hoarse. There was humor in it, that familiar sarcastic edge even now. “All these years and I’ve been missing out on these?” I laughed breathlessly, swatting his chest. “Shut up and touch me before I change my mind, idiot.” He did exactly as I had told him to. His mouth found my neck first, kissing slow and wet, sucking lightly at the spot that always made my toes curl. Then lower, lips closing around one nipple while his fingers rolled the other. I arched into him with a shaky moan, threading my fingers through his hair. It wasn’t rushed in any way. He took his time with me, like he was memorizing every sound I made, every tremble. His free hand slid down my stomach, popping the button on my jeans but not pushing further yet. Just teasing the waistband, letting the anticipation build until I was squirming. “Asher…” I breathed, sarcastic even as heat flooded me. “If you’re gonna make love to your best friend, at least do it pro
The bass from the speakers downstairs was still shaking the walls like the frat house was trying to give itself a heart attack. Red Solo cups littered the hallway, someone was puking in the bathroom two doors down, and the air smelled like cheap beer, weed, and bad decisions. I had one arm looped around Asher’s waist, half-carrying, half-dragging my best friend up the creaky wooden stairs. He was six-foot-two of pure dead weight tonight, his head lolling against my shoulder, messy brown hair tickling my cheek. “Stace… you’re the best,” he slurred for the tenth time, his breath warm and boozy against my ear. “No one else would haul my ass up here. Not even my own brothers.” “Yeah, yeah, hero complex activated,” I muttered, sarcastically. “Just don’t puke on my shoes. These are the only cute ones I own that don’t have holes.” He laughed….. that deep, stupid laugh that always made my stomach flip even when we were kids stealing cookies from my mom’s kitchen. We’d been best friend
Henry keeps that brutal, slow rhythm for what feels like forever. Every thrust is measured, deep, and punishing in the best way. He reaches around to rub my swollen clit in lazy circles while his cock drags against that perfect spot inside me. My moans have gone hoarse. I sound like a desperate, broken thing and I don’t even care. “You’re shaking again,” he observes, almost conversationally, like he’s not balls-deep inside another man’s wife. “Gonna cum on my cock one more time?” “I… I don’t know if I can….” I managed to say as the sweet pleasure took over me. “You can.” He spanks my ass, hard enough to sting. “You’re gonna soak the sheets for me.” The slap sends a fresh jolt straight to my clit. I whimper and push back against him. He builds me up again with that same relentless patience. The fourth orgasm is the most intense yet…. a slow, rolling wave that starts deep in my core and spreads outward in powerful, pulsing contractions. It feels like my whole body is coming u
He doesn’t let me finish the sentence. Two thick fingers push inside me, curling slowly and searching. When they find that spongy spot I didn’t even know still worked, my back arches clean off the bed. “Right there?” he murmurs against my pussy. “Yes…. fuck…. yes, right there!” He works me open with those fingers, slow and deep, while his tongue keeps lazy circles on my clit. The pressure builds differently than anything I’ve felt in years thick, heavy, rolling through my whole pelvis instead of just a quick spark. My moans turn into desperate little cries. My thighs start to tremble. Henry still didn’t speed up. He keeps the same torturous rhythm until my orgasm sneaks up on me like a wave I didn’t see coming. It crashes slow and deep, rolling through me in long, shuddering pulses. I come with a long, broken moan that sounds almost surprised, my pussy clenching rhythmically around his fingers while he keeps licking me through it. When I finally sag back against the pillow
JulieI’m standing in the motel parking lot at 9:47 PM, keys digging into my palm like they’re trying to remind me I still have a husband waiting at home. Vincent is probably already asleep in his recliner, mouth open, TV blaring some old western rerun. He hasn’t touched me in eight months despite being my husband. Not really though, the last time he tried, he got halfway hard, wheezed through three pathetic thrusts, then blamed his “spasms” again and rolled over snoring before I could even pretend to be satisfied. I’m thirty-nine, not dead. My thighs rub together under the thin sundress I wore “just because.” No bra and no panties. The night air kisses my bare pussy every time I shift my weight, and I hate how wet I already am from nothing but the idea of what I’m about to do. Henry’s truck is already here. Black, shiny, ridiculous lifted thing that screams mid-life crisis. I spot him leaning against the hood, arms crossed, that lazy smirk on his face like he knows exactly wh
He laughed a genuine, deep sound that made something warm flutter in my chest. He set the book down gently, like it mattered to him, and picked up my well-worn copy of The Great Gatsby.“ ‘He had one of those rare smiles with a quality of eternal reassurance in it,’ ” he quoted softly, not even opening the book. “I read a lot more than people think. Grew up in a house where my dad was always working two jobs and my mom was a high school English teacher. She made me read the classics every summer or I didn’t get to play football. Turned out I actually liked it. Helped me escape when shit got loud at home.”He paused, running a hand through his messy hair. “Dad wanted me to go pro. Mom wanted me to be a teacher like her. I ended up majoring in business while being the biggest sports guy because it was the safe middle ground, but I still read everything I can get my hands on. Helps me think better. Helps me not feel like just another dumb jock.”I stared at him, surprised and strangely t
I dropped to my knees behind her, spread her ass cheeks, and licked her from clit to entrance in one long stroke. She cried out, palms slapping the wall. I ate her like a man starved, tongue fucking inside her, then circling her clit and sucking hard. She came fast shaking, thighs trembling, moanin
IanI’d been staring at the arrivals board for twenty minutes, heart hammering like I was eighteen again not thirty-two. Gate 12B. Flight from Chicago. Chloe’s flight. The one she’d booked three weeks ago after we’d finally said the words out loud: “I need to see you in person.” We’d met in the m
Olivia I reached between us and fumbled with his zipper. He lifted his hips, helped me free him. His dick was hot, heavy and already leaking.No condom or discussion. I didn’t care. I shoved my panties to the side the wet fabric sticking to my folds and sank down.We both moaned loudly and shamele
KassyI’m standing at the self-checkout, trying to scan a carton of almond milk without the machine screaming at me for the third time, when the baby next to me decides my day needs more chaos as if the one in my life wasn’t already enough. It’s a tiny thing…maybe six months old…chubby cheeks, big







