登入Chapter 1: Finger fucking fantasies 👉👈I pulled up to the lake house just after sunset.Sarah had texted me earlier saying she’d be a little late getting back from town, but her dad would be there to let me in. I hadn’t seen Mr. Reed in almost two years, not since Sarah’s high school graduation party. Back then he was just “Sarah’s hot dad” in my head. He was tall, broad-shouldered, with that quiet confidence and those deep brown eyes that always seemed to notice more than they should.Now, standing on the front porch, I felt a nervous flutter in my stomach and that had nothing to do with the long drive.The door opened before I could knock.“Emma,” Mr. Reed said with a warm smile. “Come on in. Sarah called and said she got stuck helping her mom with something. She’ll be back in a couple of days.”He looked even better than I remembered. Forty-two, recently divorced, and clearly spending more time outside.His dark hair had a few silver strands at the temples, and the simple gray t
Reading another type of book 📚 📚 💦💦🥵🥵Chapter 1: Screwed on the shelves 🍆🍆🍆Tonight, the book store was completely empty except for me and a regular customer I’d been hooking up with lately…ZackThe rain outside had kept even the usual night owls away. I was in the back stacks, reorganizing the mystery section, when I heard Zack’s familiar footsteps.He found me between two tall shelves, a book still in his hand. He closed the distance in two strides, his hands cupping my face as his mouth claimed mine in a deep, desperate kiss. I moaned into it, my hands sliding up his chest as our tongues tangled. The kiss was filled with hunger and perfection. He backed me against the shelf, books shifting slightly behind me as his body pressed flush against mine. I could feel how hard he already was through his jeans.His hands roamed my body greedily, sliding under my simple black work blouse, his palms gliding over my skin, cupping my breasts through my bra. He squeezed them gently,
Laundry services👅💦💦Chapter 1: Riled on the counter 🍆🍆🍆🍑🍑🍑Recently, I’d been working the 11 p.m. to 7 a.m. shift for the past semester to help cover tuition and rent. It gave me time to study at the day time, and the pay was decent.Most nights were quiet. People came in, did their laundry, and left, and I couldn't care less. Except for one regular client.He started showing up around 3 a.m. a few weeks ago. He was tall, had an athletic build, probably in his early thirties, with messy dark hair that always looked like he’d run his hands through it after a long day. He carried himself with quiet confidence, wearing expensive watches, tailored shirts even at late hours, and a calm intensity that made the empty laundromat feel smaller when he was in it. He always used the same row of machines in the back corner and sat in the same leather chair while waiting.I never knew his name. He never offered it. But I looked forward to his visits more than I cared to admit. Though rec
Gym instructor 👅💦💦Chapter 3: Fucked by my client 💦💦💦💦🥵Zyran took my hand and led me through the silent gym to the private recovery wing. The moment the door clicked shut behind us, the last of his restraint shattered.He pulled me into a fierce, consuming kiss, his hands framing my face before sliding down my body with urgent need. I melted against him, my fingers threading through his damp hair as our tongues tangled deeply. The kiss was hungry, raw, passionate, and full of everything we’d been holding back.Zyran lifted me onto the massage table without breaking the kiss, stepping between my spread legs. His hands roamed my boy greedily, sliding under my training top to cup my breasts, thumbs circling my already hard nipples until I was whimpering into his mouth. I tugged at his shirt desperately, and he yanked it off, revealing the powerful chest and abs I had admired for so long.I ran my hands over every ridge, feeling the heat of his skin and the rapid thud of his
Gym instructor 👅💦💦Chapter 2: Crossing the line 🍆🍆💦💦I was finishing wiping down the last station when Zyran arrived at 12:50 a.m., right on time. He scanned his sleek black membership card and stepped inside, with a gym bag slung over one broad shoulder. Even in a simple black tight-fitting wear, he carried an undeniable presence. “Seems like a quiet night,” he observed, his voice low as he set his bag down near the free weights.“Yeah. It's basically just us for the next few hours. Ready for your usual session?” I replied, tossing the cloth asideHe nodded, but there was a different energy in his eyes tonight than the usual professional focus. We started with his warm-up on the treadmill, and I watched his form out of habit. His stride was controlled, powerful, shoulders relaxed but strong. When he moved to the free weights, I joined to assist him without needing to be asked.We fell into the familiar rhythm of his workout.He was on the incline bench press, hands hover
Gym instructor 👅💦💦Chapter 1: The client The Apex Fitness Center was designed to feel exclusive even at the quietest hours. At nearly 1 a.m., the expansive main floor was bathed in soft blue accent lighting that reflected off polished black marble and floor-to-ceiling mirrors. The air carried the faint, clean scent of disinfectant and premium equipment leather. There was no loud music played, and no groups chatted between sets. It was just the occasional sound of the treadmill that filled the room. It was peaceful in a way that suited the late-night clients perfectly.I had been the primary personal trainer on the overnight shift for several months now. The role suited my schedule and gave me the freedom to work with serious athletes and executives who valued privacy over crowds. Most nights, I spent the hours moving between stations, cleaning equipment, and waiting for the handful of dedicated clients who preferred training when the rest of the city slept.Tonight, like so ma
"Collins..." I heard my stepdaughter Elena moan when I stepped into the house. Her voice was a sultry whisper that slithered straight to my throbbing cock."That's it, Collins. Fuck me harder..." She moaned again. My name dripped from her lips like honey, a desperate prayer laced with filthy need.
Her hips lingered in my head, occupying my mind and flooding my thoughts. I threw my pen onto the ground, unable to concentrate on my work because now my mind was tied to my neighbor. She had a curvy, sexy figure that could make anyone horny from just staring. She was a married woman, older than me
Chapter 2: A taste of temptationWe stood side by side at the kitchen counter working on the dough, and the unspoken tension kept increasing. Every little move I made turned into some kind of forbidden teasing. I had brushed my hip against his thigh when I reached for the flour. I let my arm slide
Chapter 1: Sinful thoughtsI never meant to catch feelings for the guy my mom was about to marry. It just kind of happened to me. I had tried ignoring it till I couldn’t anymore.Mom had been with Marcus for a whole year, and two weeks ago he proposed during a weekend trip. She came home practicall







