The night I kissed another girl (2)She slipped her panties down her thighs, and for a moment, we just stared at each other, breathless. There was no going back from this."Are you sure about this?" I asked, my voice low and hoarse as I ran a hand over her trembling thigh.Rachel hesitated for half a second, her chest rising and falling quickly. "I've never done this before," she murmured. "Not with a woman.""I know," I said, inching closer. "But I want you. So badly."“I’ve wanted this too,” she admitted, voice barely a whisper. “I didn’t know how much until now.”I leaned in and kissed her, slow and deep, and she melted into it. Our mouths moved like we’d been waiting our whole lives for this. Her hands clutched at my back as mine roamed her body, pulling at the last barriers between us. The tiny pieces of clothing we had left were gone in seconds. I slid her panties down fully and tossed them aside, and the second I did, I was hit with her scent. It was sweet, heady, and completel
The night I kissed another girl! (Part 1)“I swear to God, if we don’t leave right now, I’m going to make out with that guy just to shut him up.”Rachel’s voice was loud enough to cut through the bass of the party, and I choked on my drink laughing.“You? Make out with someone who isn’t Rob? That’ll be the day,” I teased, bumping her shoulder with mine.She gave me a wicked grin. “Don’t test me. I’m two shots away from a full-blown identity crisis.”We were both drunk. Not just tipsy, not just buzzed. Drunk. The kind where your words are a little too honest, and everything feels warm and floaty. Rachel had ditched her heels somewhere in the last hour, and her hair was a wild mess of auburn waves. She looked like sin in a crop top and high-waisted jeans, and I hated how much I noticed that.Rachel and I have been close for years. We met in English 101 during freshman year of college. She corrected my grammar under her breath and I called her a snob. We’ve been inseparable ever since. S
Angelica was a walking temptation. She was curvy, confident, and all woman. Her skin gleamed like warm caramel, soft to the touch and flawless under any light. Her kinky auburn coils framed her face in a wild halo, complementing the sultry gaze of her big brown bedroom eyes. She had Full, pouty lips completed the package—and God, what a package. Her body was thick in all the right places: juicy, round ass that turned heads, full hips, thick thighs, a tiny waist, and breasts so bodacious they looked like they had their own gravitational pull. Angelica wasn’t just beautiful. She was brilliant, a woman with a sharp mind and the discipline to match her desires.But lately, discipline didn’t do much to ease her loneliness. Or her cravings.She hadn't been touched in far too long. One-night stands weren’t her style, no matter how many times her hormones begged her to reconsider. But tonight? Tonight she couldn’t fight it. The loneliness, the ache between her thighs, the weight of wanting—it
Group Sex At the balcony (3)My orgasm lasted longer than others I'd experienced. There's was no rush as I resumed sucking on Bob’s cock while getting leisurely fucked, totally drenched in cum. I had never felt so hot, so owned, so utterly slutty.Just then, a cell phone rang.The guy whose cock was thrusting inside my cunt groaned in frustration but didn’t pull out. He grabbed the phone, rolling his eyes. “It’s Bill,” he muttered to his friend, still thrusting into me. “We were supposed to meet him downstairs ten minutes ago.”“Okay?” His friend said. The man fucking me didn’t even pause. “I’m not leaving.”God, that did something to me. I didn’t even remember their names, but I remembered Bill’s. That realization twisted something filthy and delicious deep in my belly. Being this used, this desired.. it fuckin’ turned me into something else entirely. And I loved it.Then the guy with the phone smirked. “Invite him up.”My body trembled with another climax before I even processed w
Group Sex On The Balcony (2)I undid the guy’s zipper and pulled his cock out.It felt strange. having people watch me like this. It was average, not nearly as thick or long as Bob’s, so it looked smaller to me. Still, I slowly lowered my head and took the tip into my mouth. Pre-cum coated my tongue. I loved that taste. I loved cum! Yes, I was such a nasty cum slut!I loved having it on my skin, in my mouth, my pussy, my ass. I loved everything about it.Fuckkk!I started sucking on his cock, slowly at first. Then with more purpose as I heard him moan softly. I could feel myself purring, and I could feel myself getting wet again. I had to prove myself to these men. If Bob said I was good, I needed to show it. Bob leaned forward.“Best blowjob you’ve had?” he asked the guy.The guy groaned. “Yeah. Hell yeah. Your wife is a…”Bob chuckled. “Slut.” A thrill shot through me. “I told you.” Bob continued with pride. “My little cumslut is a great cocksucker.”The way he said it—my littl
“Damn, you looked good tonight,” Bob murmured against my neck as I leaned over the balcony railing.The ocean breeze lifted my already-too-short dress, flashing more of my ass than I meant to. I didn’t fix it.“You’re such a tease,” he whispered, lips brushing my ear. “Too bad your little admirers didn’t get a better look.”I smirked. “They saw enough.”We’d just come back from dinner—outdoor seating, ocean air, a few drinks too many. My dress had barely covered anything when I sat. Bob noticed. So did every man around. Two of them happened to be staying next door. When I leaned over the railing, we locked eyes.Bob came up behind me, resting his hands on my hips.“Two inches of ass,” he murmured. “Maybe more.”“Bob,” I warned, laughing as I straightened.“Don’t do that,” he said louder. “You’ll ruin the view.”The guys next door chuckled. One lifted his beer in a silent toast. I rolled my eyes, pretending to be embarrassed but secretly enjoying every second.“She’s got a great ass, d
Threesome with my neighbours (4)Her hand tangled in my hair, shoving me down until my mouth was buried at the base of Doug’s cock. I worked his balls with my tongue, lapping and sucking while they moved above me in a wild, desperate rhythm. The taste of sweat, skin, and anticipation flooded my mouth as Doug’s groans grew deeper, his body trembling beneath Jennifer’s relentless pace. I could feel him getting close—his cock pulsing, balls drawing up tight.I moaned around his sac, the vibrations sending a jolt through him just as his orgasm took over. His body jerked violently, a deep growl ripping from his throat as he emptied himself into Jennifer’s dripping pussy. She didn’t stop riding. If anything, she fucked him harder, milking every last drop as he bucked beneath her, caught in that beautiful, torturous sensitivity that followed a hard climax. Doug winced and grunted, his hips twitching while thick streams of cum leaked out around his cock.I started to lift my head, thinking it
Threesome With My neighbours (3)Doug leaned back against the headboard, and I crawled toward him on all fours, the sheets rustling beneath my knees.“God, look at you,” Jennifer said with a smirk. “Such a cute little slut, crawling like that.”Doug’s hand slid into my hair, fingers threading through the strands before gripping the back of my head firmly. “You’ve been dying for this, haven’t you?” he murmured. “Go on. Suck.”I didn’t need to be told twice. I wrapped my hand around the base of his cock and guided him into my mouth, slowly taking him in. Most of him slid in easily—I’d done this enough times—and I let my tongue glide along the underside of his shaft. My focus narrowed to the taste of him, the heat, the weight. His hands roamed over my shoulders, through my hair, encouraging me.“I was worried we’d have to train you from scratch,” he said with a low chuckle. “But... damn, you really know how to work a cock.”Jennifer dragged her nails down my back, light at first, then de
Threesome with my neighbours (2)My heart was thudding in my chest like it was trying to escape. I had created that FetLife profile not long after the divorce, wanting to explore things Liz had never been into. Things I had never found the courage to share with her. I’d been careful. No real name, no face in the photos, no identifying marks. Just shadows, angles, and the occasional risky shot of my cock when I felt bold enough. I thought I was being smart. Anonymous.“Don’t freak out. We’re not here to scare you,” Jennifer said gently. “If you want to get up and go home right now, you can. We’ll never mention this again. We respect your privacy. It was a total accident that we even saw it. But once we did… well, we weren’t sure what to do.”I blinked, still caught in the panic.“We recognized parts of your house in the background of a few pictures,” she added, more softly now.My house. My photos. My cock. That same cold rush of panic swept through me again. I had taken those photos t