เข้าสู่ระบบScrewed on the first date🍆🍆🍆My best friend had dragged me to a blind date for the hundredth time this month. But this particular guy was different. He wasn't ‘trying too hard’ like the rest.His name was Grant, and somehow he caught my attention.He set his menu down and looked at me over the candlelight. “So what do you actually do when you’re not being polite on first dates?”I raised an eyebrow. “Who says I’m being polite?”“You’ve smiled at every waiter and laughed at least twice at things that weren’t that funny. That’s polite.” His mouth curved. “I’m more interested in the version of you that isn’t trying so hard.”Heat rose low in my stomach. “And what version is that?”“The one that keeps looking at my mouth when she thinks I’m not noticing.”I didn’t look away. “You’re very direct.”“That saves time.” He lifted his wine glass. “What about you? Direct or polite?”“Depends on the company.”“And right now?”I took a slow sip of my own wine before answering. “Still deciding.
Chapter 3: I'm cumming 💦💦💦💦🥵Jake’s head snapped up.Our eyes locked.For a second neither of us moved. His hand was still wrapped around his cock, the head flushed and shining with pre-cum. His chest rose and fell hard. “Lia,” he said, his voice cracking.I stepped fully into the bathroom. The door stayed open behind me. My heart was slamming so hard I could feel it in my throat, but my legs carried me forward until I was only a foot away from him.“You said my name,” I whispered.Jake swallowed. “I… fuck. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for you to—”“I’ve thought about you the same way.” The confession left me before I could stop it. “For a long time.”His eyes widened. The hand on his cock flexed once, like he couldn’t help it.I reached out and gently moved his hand away. My fingers wrapped around him instead. He was hot, thick, and hard. Jake’s breath left him in a rough, broken sound.“Lia… we shouldn’t—”“Don’t stop,” I said quietly. “Please.”I stroked him slowly from base to t
Chapter 2: Masturbation 🍆🍆🍆 Jake looked at the receptionist, then back at me. His expression was neutral, the same face he used when he was trying not to make something a bigger deal than it needed to be. “It’s fine,” he said. “We’ll take the room. It’s just one room. We’re best friends. It’s not going to be weird.” I nodded even though my stomach had already started doing slow, nervous flips. “Yeah. Just best friends. No big deal.” The receptionist looked relieved and started typing again. “Great. It’s suite 214. King bed, pull-out sofa, balcony. You’re all set.” She handed Jake the key cards. We picked up our bags and walked to the elevator in silence. By the time we reached the suite, it was nicer than I expected. It had wide windows and nice view just like the receptionist said. There was a small kitchen with a coffee maker and mini-fridge, a decent-sized bathroom with a glass shower, and one very large king bed that seemed to dominate the space the moment we walk
Chapter 1: One room👅💦💦I brought up the idea of going for a trip the first time on a Thursday night while we were eating takeout on his couch.We had just finished a terrible action movie. I was curled up in my usual corner with my feet tucked under me. Jake sat on the other end, scrolling through his phone. Jake had been my best friend for ten years now and he was that one person who I could cry on his shoulder.“We should go somewhere,” I said.Jake didn’t look up. “Like where? The new Thai place?”“No. A real trip. Just the two of us. A weekend away. Cabin, hotel, I don’t care, but somewhere that isn’t this city.”That made him glance over. “Why?”“Because we never do anything, just us anymore. It’s always group things or you helping me move furniture or me dragging you to some birthday party. I want an actual break. You and me. No one else.”He set his phone down and gave me the look he always gave when he thought I was being impulsive. “Lia, we’re best friends. We don’t need a
Chapter 7: Tasting my ex💦💦💦🥵“Lose it,” I whispered.Noah’s control snapped immediately.His hands tightened on my hips and he pulled me down harder against the thick ridge of his cock, grinding me along the length of him through our clothes. A low, rough sound left his throat. I gasped at the sudden pressure from him and rolled my hips in response.“Ava,” he rasped, his voice strained. “Last chance to stop this.”I answered by reaching between us and popping the button of his jeans. Then his zipper followed. I wrapped my fingers around him through the soft cotton of his boxers and felt how hard he already was, how hot he was. Noah’s head fell back against the couch with a broken exhale.“Fuck…”I freed him completely. His cock sprang up thick and heavy, the head already glistening with pre-cum. I stroked him once, twice, spreading the pre-cum with my thumb, then lifted my dress and pushed my panties to the side. I was soaked, soaked to the point my panties were damp.I sank d
Chapter 6: Lose it 🍆🍆🍑🍑I got to the amusement park twenty minutes early and sat in the car with the engine off, my both hands resting on the curve of my belly. Every time I closed my eyes I saw the same image in my head: Mark’s mouth on that woman’s, the slow way he had kissed her, the casual intimacy of his hand brushing her hair behind her ear like he had done it a hundred times before.Noah’s car pulled into a space a few spots away. He got out, spotted me through the windshield, and walked over. When I opened the door and stepped out, his easy expression faded the moment he really looked at my face.“Ava.” His voice was careful. “What happened?”I didn’t answer right away. I just started walking toward the entrance and he followed beside me without asking another question. We didn’t buy tickets for any of the rides. We moved past the families and the noise until we found a quiet wooden bench near the back edge of the park, and it was half-hidden by a cluster of trees. The
The exam table's paper crinkled under me as Dr. Marcus Reed's gloved hands slid my sundress higher, exposing my thighs to the air. The clinic was deserted, the lights were dimmed, the door locked with a deliberate click he'd made earlier. At twenty-four, I was his patient, vulnerable on his table;
God, I'd been nursing this massive crush on Professor Harlan for like, two full semesters straight. It was one of those deep, gnawing aches that just twisted me up inside whenever he'd launch into his Victorian lit rants. That voice of his…deep, all commanding and shit. It'd snake around me like so
"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







