LOGINMature Content Warning. This book is made mainly for adults. It contains explicit sex scene, Affair partner (cheating), strong languages, and Every other mature themes. You're welcome to read at your pleasure đđđ Poppy's Secret Confession {Steamy Diary} brings you the full confession of a married woman's raw, unapologetic erotic stories where all her fantasies weren't just fantasies that she imagined, she lived them. leaving behind tension and embracing, exploring and allowing pleasure to take over. These stories are fast, hot, messy with a twist in most erotic way.
View MoreThere were people returning to the hotel all the time right up until we were getting up at 7 oâclock, and the majority of them were drunk and shouting and slamming doors. David said that it was to be expected in a place like that but that weâd get our own back on them by slamming doors from when we got up until we went out each day. He said, âIf theyâre going to disturb our sleep, then Iâm going to disturb theirs.âThe hotel was a bed and breakfast, and they served a full hot breakfast with eggs, bacon, fresh pineapple, and plenty of Kona coffee in the dining room overlooking the ocean. We ate there every morning. David wore one of his bright Hawaiian shirts and board shorts, and I wore my new sundress. As we walked to the shuttle stop, the breeze felt wonderful against my skin.David had decided that we were going to Hapuna Beach, one of the most beautiful white-sand beaches on the Big Island. We took the resort shuttle to the main road and then caught the Hele-On bus north along the
Finally, we landed in Hawaii. The warm air hit us the second the plane doors openedâŚ. Oh! It was heavenly. We grabbed our bags, found a taxi, and twenty minutes later we pulled up to the resort. Check-in was quick, and then the bellboy walked us to the honeymoon suite. I actually squealed when he opened the door. Two huge rooms, floor-to-ceiling windows looking out at the ocean, and the most ridiculous heart-shaped hot tub in the bathroom.âDavid, look at this thing!â I laughed, running from room to room. And I must confess my husband outdid himself.He tipped the bellboy, shut the door, and the second we were alone he pulled me into his arms.âFinally, been waiting all day to get you alone, my newly re-wedded Mrs. Ten-Years-And youâre still Mine.âWe kissed like we were starving. Our hands everywhere, buttons popping, zippers down. My dress hit the floor in the living room, his shirt in the hallway, my bra somewhere near the minibar. By the time we stumbled into the bedroom, we were
The sun had only just begun to spill gold across our bedroom when I woke, my body still humming from the night beforeâŚ. Yeah, the whole Asherâs stuff and how I wished to get my cunt could get drilled while the slut watches.And today happened to be ten yearsâŚ. Ten whole years since David first slipped that ring on my finger, and here we were in this ocean-front paradise to renew the vows that had bound us tighter with every passing day.I laid naked beside him with the sheet tangled around his hips, and I studied the man I loved more fiercely now than I ever had. Yeah, I love him: the strong line of his jaw, the faint silver threading his temples, the way his chest rose and fell in a deep slow rhythm.I couldnât resist. I trailed my fingertips down his stomach, watching goosebumps bloom in their wake. When my hand closed around his morning-hard cock, he stirred with a sleepy groan that shot straight to my clit. His eyes were wide open, instantly showing how hungry my husband was for m
The NIGHT STALKER CLUB bleeds with red neon across the sidewalk... bold, blinding letters that feel like a dare.The place is strictly A-list: celebrities, old money, new money, anyone who can buy the air they breathe. My best friend somehow bartends here, and when he texted that they were reopening tonight after last monthâs scandal, I knew exactly where Iâd spend the final hours before David and I renewed our vows.Tomorrow, I will walk down an aisle in ivory silk and promise my husband forever...again.Tonight, I just want to feel something that isnât rehearsed.Lilian hands our IDs to the bouncer. He glances, nodded and waves us through.Yeah, thirty-three looks like thirty-three now; no one questions me anymore... phew.Inside, the bass was a living thing. It slams into my sternum and keeps going. Let's talk about the walls. They are liquid light, 3D projections shifting crimson, violet, electric blue in perfect time with the beat. Lasers cut through the dark like knives.The DJ
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