IN HER SKIN: Different Stories. Endless Lust

Jacob wasn’t much of a talker, and she loved that about him. He didn’t waste time with words; his actions said more than enough. His lips left hers, trailing a path down her neck, sucking and nibbling as his hands shifted to hold her more securely. The marks he would leave would be there tomorrow, and she didn't mind. He pulled her away from the window, carrying her effortlessly to the couch. The soft cushions met her back as he hovered over her. His lips found hers again, a tangle of heat and desperation as his hands explored every inch of her skin. She felt like she was drowning in him, and she didn’t want to come up for air. Each kiss, each touch, sent her spiraling further into a world where nothing else mattered. The burn of desire consumed her, and she welcomed it, her body arching beneath his. She had never felt so alive, so wild, and she didn’t care about the consequences. All she wanted was Jacob.Jacob’s voice dropped into the cold that held her, as he leaned in close. “Your

Art consumed her in ways that nothing else could. The stroke of the brush, a tender caress, each line that drew promises. For her, art wasn’t a pastime; it was seduction itself, an unrelenting need that left her breathless. Every movement of her hand against the canvas mirrored the sensation of tracing a lover’s body, coaxing hidden pleasures to the surface.But then there was sex, a different kind of art. Raw, untamed, and all-consuming. The rhythm of intertwined bodies, the heat of skin meeting skin, the unapologetic hunger. She wasn’t a stranger to lust or the tangled heat of passion, but nothing in her past had prepared her for him.It began four months ago. A random twist of fate was delivered by a friend who had handed her a ticket to an art show. His reason for not attending didn’t matter. What mattered was that she went, hoping only to lose herself in the creations of others, to reignite her dwindling spark.She’d worn a black halter dress that night, the sleek fabric hugging h

Being a lawyer meant I was always in control. I had to be in control. It was the job, a deep-seated instinct for handling myself, for reading a situation, for staying ahead. But a constant state of command wore me down, slowly, relentlessly. I still thrived in it; the money was good, the perks even better, and I never minded putting a criminal in their place. But after five years of giving the orders, a crucial part of me was missing. I did not need someone weak; I needed a man who could command me, someone who knew how to seize control when I was ready to surrender it. Someone who could make me feel everything I denied myself, both in and out of the courtroom.Now, at a bar whose name I had already forgotten, staring into my empty glass of tequila, that familiar emptiness crept back. I was about to head home to nothing but the cold buzz of my vibrator.The thought made me wince, a tight pull in my gut. Thirty-five, single, and unmarried. The titles meant little, but the hunger was rea

His mouth found mine again, rough and demanding, as he fucked me harder, his cock slamming into me with a force that made my whole body shake. The wet sound of him moving inside me filled the room, mixing with my gasps and moans. Every time I thought he would ease up, he pushed harder, his pace unrelenting."You're going to cum for me," he growled against my lips, his hand sliding down between us again, finding my clit and rubbing it in quick, tight circles. The combined pleasure of his cock driving into me and his fingers working my clit sent me spiraling, my body tightening. The orgasm crashed into me so hard it left me gasping for air. I cried out, my whole body trembling as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me, my walls tightening around him as he continued to thrust, riding me through the orgasm without slowing down.Before I could catch my breath, he pulled out again, spinning me around and bending me over the sink. My legs shook as he pushed my body down, my hands bracing

In an instant, Henry and Simon were locked in a fervent kiss, a tangle of limbs and hungry mouths. Henry’s hands, agile and strong, roamed Simon’s muscular back, tracing the taut lines of his shoulders and the flex of his bicep. Simon, in turn, deepened their kiss, his tongue delving, exploring every crevice of Henry’s mouth with an eager urgency that left no doubt of his desire.Henry’s cock was already swollen and demanding, a testament to the simmering tension between them. Simon, with a predatory glint in his eyes, didn't hesitate. He dropped to his knees, taking Henry's insistent hardness into his mouth. He sucked and licked with unrestrained enthusiasm, each slick, teasing stroke coaxing a deep, guttural moan from Henry's throat, a sound that vibrated through the air, and by admission to me.Henry, in a burst of primal command, then pushed Simon gently onto the ground, spreading his legs wide in an open invitation. My pussy began to throb, a desperate, insistent ache, watering at