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Heated Tales: A compilation of steamy stories Craving the bride
Fucking my straight bestfriend (4)“I swear I am not trying to tease you or anything, but I would have to have different undies to make this look right. For now I would just… kinda… have to…” she said, her voice trailing off.I cleared my throat. “No worries over here, but I think you could get away with leaving your panties on,” I said, though my eyes still drifted down to her thong. Damnit, with the soft flesh of her ass right there, it took effort to shove the memory back down again.Paula reached around and unhooked her bra, but before letting it fall, she crossed her arms, suddenly shy. We had seen each other naked plenty of times without blinking, so her nerves surprised me. I blamed the champagne and let it go.Avoiding her reflection, I stepped in front of her and lifted the dress, carefully sliding it off the hanger so it would not snag. My fingers brushed over yards of soft lace, sending a quiet shiver up my spine. I stepped onto the small fitting platform and let the fabric
Heated Tales: A compilation of steamy stories Half-Naked Bride
Fucking my straight bestfriend (3)“Told you I would be thrilled and delighted to be your date for the afternoon and dress you up like a princess,” I said, laughing, then worrying it sounded like a sexual comment. Our banter often included faux-flirting, but neither of us ever took it seriously. Well, Cathy did, but she took everything way too seriously.“Well, you know how to make a girl blush,” Paula said. “Let’s say 12:30. I want to finish up before five, then we can have dinner before you head home.”“It’s a date,” I almost said, but I stopped, suddenly self-conscious about the playful comments. Jackson, Paula’s fiancé, had given me a very unhappy look the last time I had joked like that in his presence, and I didn’t want to aggravate him unnecessarily. I doubted Paula would tolerate being told what to do or that she had to avoid me, but I didn’t want to cross that bridge, ever. “Looking forward to it,” I responded, after overthinking it.Lunch at Hung Chow was okay but not specta
Heated Tales: A compilation of steamy stories Fucking my straight bestfriend (2)
The memory hit me like a wave, sharp and sudden, bringing back the wind on my face and her hair brushing my neck. I could still feel her ass in my hand, warm and solid, like my body never forgot it.The moment slowed in my head, my palm cupping her curvy bottom, so much bare skin pressed against me. It had been playful on the surface, but underneath it there was something else, something close and dangerous.There were people around us, the man taking the picture, strangers nearby, beach noise all around. None of them mattered.At the core of it, it was just her and me. We were wrapped in our own bubble, sharing something that felt private even in public.She had giggled and jumped, startled, scolding me with a laugh. She did not pull away or tell me to stop.For a brief second, I touched her not like a friend, but like a lover. Her face showed something that looked like enjoyment.From me. My touch.It only lasted a fraction of a second, but it counted. It made it real in a way I cou
Heated Tales: A compilation of steamy stories Fucking My Straight Best Friend (1)
You always want what you cannot have, and the fact that you cannot have it is what sharpens the wanting. Denial turns desire mean, and once it sinks in deep enough, it does not loosen its grip.I have known this for most of my adult life. I just never admitted that the thing I wanted most was my best friend.Paula and I have been tangled together since kindergarten, the kind of history that seeps into your bones and rewires your sense of normal. She knows every version of me, even the ones I pretend no longer exist.I noticed her before I knew what attraction was supposed to feel like. Back then I only knew I liked sitting close to her, liked touching her arm, liked the way she smiled at me like I was home.As we grew older, the wanting grew quieter but heavier. It settled low in my body, warm and patient, waiting for moments of weakness.She grew into a woman who made men trip over themselves without trying. She was 5'6, soft in the right places, sharp in others, with dark brown eyes
Heated Tales: A compilation of steamy stories Worship at her feet!
A Lazy Sunday Sex ( 2)Her breathing has changed and I savor the taste of her cunt as I increase the pressure of my licking. She stretches one leg high above her to give me the deepest, most intimate angle. I push my tongue inside her and that is the moment she discards the paper entirely. Balancing her beautiful body on my mouth, I know she is mine.She arches her back and looks down at me as I fill her with my fingers. The dynamics have shifted. When I spit on her clit, she pulls at her nipples and writhes against my hand. Control has moved from her to me, and now she must wait to discover what I want next. What I want is to devour her. With my fingers still inside her, I slide my face, mouth, and tongue over her clit and lips.She rocks her hips and places her hand on my head. She pants, and I feel like the sexiest, most powerful man alive. I change the angle of my fingers and push deeper while my tongue flicks her clit. Both he
Heated Tales: A compilation of steamy stories A Lazy Sunday Sex (1)
She knows a lot about legs.Most people do not. They do not understand the power, the distraction, or the tease. They do not notice the storytelling, the subtle variations, the way a casual gesture can command attention. They make no allowances. They do not think to cover them because why would they. They do not know.She knows. That is her kink.People know about breasts. Breasts are always sexualized, always scandalized. They are covered or left exposed based on the attention they demand. Society protests when they are exposed. They are saved for private spaces, private people, and private acts. Everyone wants them and everyone knows them.Legs are different. Few appreciate the quiet seduction of a well-turned calf, a crossed thigh, or the peek of a stocking under a skirt. The casual display of her legs can drive a man mad, yet most remain oblivious.She knows.It is my fault she knows. When we first matched, she asked what drew me to her profile. I told her it was her humor, her wa
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