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Poolside Temptation

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last update publish date: 2026-05-12 01:53:40

I never thought I’d be this nervous at my own house.

It was a hot Saturday afternoon, it was really hot that the air shimmered above the pool tiles. My brother Jake had invited his three closest friends over for a pool party, and I’d spent the last hour pretending I wasn’t dying inside with excitement and nervousness. I was anyways the shy type and I’d had a massive crush on all three of them for years now-- Secret, filthy, can’t-look-them-in-the-eye crushes.

There was Ryan; tall, 6’3”, w
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    The invitation had been thick black cardstock with gold lettering that smelled faintly of smokes. *Masks stay on until midnight. No exceptions.* Liora had laughed when her best friend shoved it into her hand two weeks ago, but here she was anyway, stepping out of the town car in a blood-red gown that clung to her hips. The fabric cling against her thighs as she climbed the stone steps of the old riverside mansion. Her mask, a sleek black fox with delicate gold filigree around the eyes, felt heavier. Inside, the party already throbbed with low music and the murmur of too many bodies. Crystal chandeliers dripped warm light over velvet drapes and dark wood. Champagne flutes moved through the crowd like schools of silver fish. Everyone wore masks: lions, ravens, porcelain dolls, devils. Faces hidden, intentions very much not. Liora took a glass from a passing tray and drained half of it in one go. The divorce had been final for three months. Three months of quiet evenings and pol

  • Painful Pleasures(Short Steamy Collections)   Weekend Overtime

    Adrian Black had officially taken complete and total ownership of Emma. The text message that arrived on Friday afternoon left no room for discussion or refusal: “Stay this weekend. All weekend. Pack an overnight bag with clothes, toiletries, makeup, and the sluttiest outfits you own. Be back in my office by 6 PM sharp. Don’t make me wait.” Emma didn’t even consider saying no. Her hands shook with nervous excitement as she packed a small suitcase at home;sexy lingerie, short dresses that barely covered her ass, high heels, makeup, and everything else she thought he might demand. By 5:52 PM she was back at the office, heart pounding so hard she could feel it. The building was eerily quiet when she arrived. Most of the lights were already off. Adrian personally locked the main entrance doors behind her and turned off the remaining overhead lights, leaving only the soft, intimate glow from his luxurious corner office. “From the moment you walked through that door until Monday mornin

  • Painful Pleasures(Short Steamy Collections)   The Desk Training

    By the third night of these forbidden after-hours sessions, the filthy new routine had completely consumed Emma’s life, and she was hopelessly addicted to it. She spent her regular workdays in a constant state of low-level arousal, her mind drifting back to the previous night’s degradation. She would get wet at her desk just remembering how roughly Adrian had used her, how he had made her gag on his cock, and how he had called her his good little slut. She had started dressing specifically for his pleasure — choosing shorter, tighter skirts that barely covered her ass when she bent over, blouses with buttons that could be undone quickly, and always going completely without panties, just as he had commanded. At 5:30 PM sharp, her desk phone rang. “Emma. My office. Now.” Her heart immediately started pounding. She stood up, smoothed down her short skirt, and walked down the hallway already feeling herself getting wet between her thighs. When she stepped into his luxurious corn

  • Painful Pleasures(Short Steamy Collections)   The After-Hours Meeting

    The entire next workday felt like it existed in a strange, heated fog. Emma sat at her desk trying to focus on answering emails, organizing Adrian’s meetings, and preparing the quarterly reports he had asked for, but her mind kept slipping back to the night before. Every time she shifted in her chair, she felt the faint ache between her legs from how hard he had fucked her over his desk. Her cheeks burned every time she remembered kneeling on the floor of his office, covered in his cum. She had barely slept, replaying every second, the way he bent her over, the sound of his belt, he called her a good girl. Part of her felt ashamed and a bigger part was already wet just thinking about doing it again. At 4:45 PM her desk phone rang. She nearly jumped out of her skin. “Emma. My office. Bring the quarterly reports I asked for this morning.” Adrian’s voice was calm and professional, but it still sent a rush of heat through her body. She grabbed the thick folder with slightly trembl

  • Painful Pleasures(Short Steamy Collections)   Roadside Haul

    Camila wiped the sticky soda spill off the counter for the third time that night, her black apron tied tight around her waist. The diner sat right off the interstate exit, buzzing with truckers, late-night drunks, and the smell of old grease. Three in the morning and her feet were killing her in these cheap sneakers. She just wanted to finish her shift, walk the half mile home, and crash. The big rig driver in booth six had been watching her all night. Tall guy, broad shoulders stretching his flannel, short dark beard, sharp Slavic features. Nikolai. He’d paid with cash earlier, left a decent tip, but those eyes... they didn’t let go easy. “Refill?” she asked, pot of coffee in hand. He nodded slow. When she leaned over to pour, his hand brushed her wrist - but not accidental. “You look tired, Camila. Long night?” She pulled back quick. “How do you know my name?” “Name tag.” He smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “And I pay attention.” Something about the way he said it

  • Painful Pleasures(Short Steamy Collections)   History’s Heat - Professor & Student Erotica

    The restricted archives under the main library smelled like dust, old leather, and secrets that hadn’t seen daylight in decades. Lucas wiped sweat from his brow even though the room was cool. It was past 11 p.m., and the only light came from the green banker’s lamp on the long oak table and the faint emergency strips along the floor. Professor Marcus had kept him here for three hours cataloging a new donation of Civil War letters—rare, fragile, and full of raw personal truths. Marcus stood across the table, early forties, broad-shouldered in a dark button-down with the sleeves rolled up. A thin scar ran along his jaw and disappeared under his collar—something from “another life,” he’d said once and never explained. Authoritative, precise, the kind of professor who made grad students sweat for every approval. Lucas had been his research assistant for six months. The tension had been building like a storm you could feel coming. “Careful with that one,” Marcus said, voice low as Lu

  • Painful Pleasures(Short Steamy Collections)   Morning After(One last time)

    Morning light filtered through the blinds of Mike’s bedroom. I woke up with Sophie’s naked body curled against mine, her leg thrown over my thigh, my dried cum still sticky between her legs from last night. Guilt hit my mind like it was hammering literally on my head *What the fuck did I do?*

  • Painful Pleasures(Short Steamy Collections)   Extra Hours: Threesome

    The door slammed against the wall with a loud bang. Liv stood there frozen in the doorway, phone already in her hand, eyes huge as she took in the scene: me bent over Dr. Kane’s desk like a cheap whore, skirt bunched around my waist, tits spilling out of my pushed-up bra, while the professor wa

  • Painful Pleasures(Short Steamy Collections)   Extra Hours

    Hi I’m twenty. Junior year. English lit major. And I’m failing my senior seminar because Dr. Sam Kane is impossible. He’s thirty-nine, married, tenured, and looks like he stepped out of a black-and-white film—dark hair just long enough to curl at the collar, wire-rimmed glasses, always in tailo

  • Painful Pleasures(Short Steamy Collections)   The Wrong Send

    *A New Collection I was sprawled across my bed in nothing but the thin silk robe I’d stolen from Mom’s closet, the fabric slipping off one shoulder as I read Tyler’s latest text for the third time. “Babe, I’m dying over here. Send me something filthy so I can stroke to it before I lose my mind.”

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