تسجيل الدخولAshley’s POVI knew this was wrong. I knew it every single time I looked at Scott across the rink. But knowing something is wrong doesn’t stop the ache between your legs when you’re neglected.My boyfriend, Coach Tim, had been distant for months. Between practices, games, and his obsession with turning the team into champions, our sex life had shriveled to almost nothing. Quick, unsatisfying fucks once every couple of weeks that left me more frustrated than before. I was 29, with a body I worked hard for — full, heavy breasts, a tight waist, and an ass that still turned heads but I felt invisible.Until Scott, he was a twenty four year old with broad shoulders, powerful thighs built from years on the ice, messy dark hair, and piercing blue eyes that always seemed to find me during games. He had a reputation for being cocky, aggressive, and very, very good with women and he was the team’s star forwardI told myself the butterflies I felt when he called me “Miss Ashley” were harmless b
Nadine’s POVI never expected private tutoring to become the filthiest secret of my life.At nineteen, I was drowning in university entrance exam prep, especially literature. My parents hired Kimberly, a 34-year-old former professor — to tutor me at home and she was totally breathtaking. With an elegant height that I envied and shoulder-length auburn hair, sharp green eyes, full heavy breasts, and long legs that looked sinful in tight pencil skirts. From our very first session, the air between us crackled with something dangerous but her stern looks and serious face kept me in check. Tonight my parents were away for the weekend. The house was quiet except for the low hum of the air conditioning. Kimberly arrived at 7 p.m., and I greeted her in a thin white tank top with no bra and a short pleated skirt. We barely made it through twenty minutes of analyzing an erotic novel before the book was forgotten.Kimberly closed it slowly and looked at me with dark eyes. “Nadine… you’ve been
Kayla’s PovIt was a hot Saturday afternoon. Mom had left early that morning for a three-day work conference. Layla and I were so happy thinking we had the whole house to ourselves to continue in our sins.We had rushed into our bedroom, door slightly ajar in our rush. I laid on my back, legs spread obscenely wide, while Layla knelt between my thighs, eagerly eating my soaked pussy. Her tongue was deep inside me, licking and sucking my clit like she was starving for it.“Fuck, Layla… just like that,” I moaned loudly, fingers tangled in her hair. “Eat your sister’s pussy… make me cum on your tongue…”She moaned into me, pushing two fingers deep while sucking hard on my swollen clit. I was right on the edge, grinding against her face, when a deep, commanding voice cut through the room like thunder.“Well, well… what do we have here?”We both froze. Gabriel stood in the doorway, eyes dark with raw, burning lust as he watched us. His powerful arms were crossed over his broad chest, and t
Kayla’s POVLayla and I had always been closer than close, well that should be expected from Identical twins I think. We have the same long chestnut hair, the same hazel eyes that turned golden in the sun, the same curvy bodies with full perky breasts, tiny waists, and the same round, firm asses that made boys stare. At twenty, we’d just finished our first year of college and had come home for the summer, expecting a boring few months with Mom. But what we got instead was Gabriel, agonizingly good looking Gabriel that had my heart thumping from the first time I set my eyes on him. Mom had married him six months earlier while we were away at school. He was thirty-eight, tall and powerfully built, with broad shoulders, a deep voice, and the kind of quiet dominance that made the butterflies in my stomach erupt with crazy happiness. He was an architect — always in fitted shirts that showed off his muscular chest and arms and from the very first moment Layla and I walked through the doo
Richard’s POVI’d been a commercial pilot for twelve years, and in all that time, no crew member had ever gotten under my skin like Elena. She was thirty-two, married for six years, with a husband who worked on the ground crew for a different airline. Elena was the senior flight attendant on my regular transatlantic route with a height that left me mesmerized, elegant, with sun-kissed olive skin, long dark wavy hair she pinned up neatly under her cap, and a body that made the uniform look obscene. Her navy skirt hugged a perfect heart-shaped ass, the white blouse strained over full, heavy breasts, and those long legs in sheer stockings always made me hard the moment she stepped onto the flight deck for pre-flight briefing.We’d flown together for eight months and I’d been feeling things since day one. At first, it was professional respect, her calm voice during turbulence, the way she anticipated my coffee order exactly how I liked it. Then came the lingering eye contact during layo
Emma’s POVI’d been fighting the attraction for fucking two long years, but working with Alex was becoming pure torture.Oh sorry I’m Emma and I’m constantly horny whenever I’m close to Alex, my coworker. He was the talented copywriter on my team—tall, quietly confident, with messy dark hair that always looked like he’d run his hands through it after a long day, warm brown eyes, and a lean, athletic build that filled out his button-down shirts and tailored pants in all the right ways. From the moment he started, there was this spark. Late nights in the office became our thing. We’d order takeout, spread storyboards across the conference table, and talk for hours about campaigns, life, and everything in between. He listened like no one else at least better than my husband ever would. He made me laugh when deadlines felt crushing and the way he looked at me when he thought I wasn’t paying attention—hungry and intense, made my thighs press together under my desk.Just last week when I
AVA“Uhm, wait..wait what are you doing? My voice came out heady and breathless against his touch on my thighs that was clearly messing up with my senses. “Aunt Emma…this…this is wrong”“Nothing feels wrong about this baby and you shouldn’t be thinking about your aunty. The only thing you should ha
AVAThe room had the full lavender smell. I looked around at the magnificent room before me with wine colored rich looking curtains by the window thick and drawn together to block the sunlight, the queen sized bed was also covered in wine silk and the lamps by the bed illuminated the white walls of
AvaWhat’s that thing they say about Paris? Right, I remember. It’s where you find your happily ever after. It’s the place love lives in. It’s the place where forever begins. Well good for them because none of that is my business, I’m not here for any happily-ever-afters or boring love stories, I’m
CELESTEI cried out, the bastard was right. I could never find another cock like this. No one would ever fuck me like this, especially not my husband. “Fuck please, please… I can’t take it anymore. You’re so fucking huge… your cock is so big. Please”His palm connects with my pussy again as I scre







