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Overdue Desire

Author: Luxe writes
last update publish date: 2026-04-30 23:38:27

Casey’s POV

I knew I was playing with fire the moment Adrian started coming to the university library every night.

At twenty-nine, I’d built a reputation as the quiet, professional librarian — always in pencil skirts, fitted blouses, and glasses perched on my nose, my long chestnut hair pinned up in a neat bun. But underneath the prim exterior, I was burning.

I’d been divorced for two years and in those two years, I hadn’t been properly fucked like I would care to admit. But Adrian… God, Adria
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  • Red Lace Christmas: A Taste Of Sin{steamiest short stories}   AN AFFAIR WITH THE GARDENER 2

    Catherine’s povDiego stood, shoving his work jeans and boxers down. His cock sprang free — thick, long, veiny, easily nine inches with a heavy, flushed head already leaking pre-cum. It was bigger and thicker than my husband’s, and the sight made my mouth water and my pussy throb with fresh need.He rubbed the fat head up and down my dripping slit, teasing my entrance. “Beg for it, munẽca. Beg your gardener to fuck you.”“Please, Diego,” I gasped, wiggling my ass back against him. “Fuck me. Fill your boss’s wife with that big cock. I need it so bad.”He gripped my hips bruisingly and slammed into me in one powerful thrust, burying every thick inch to the hilt. I screamed in pure ecstasy — the stretch was intense and perfect, his cock hitting depths my husband had never reached. He didn’t give me time to adjust. He started fucking me hard and deep, hips snapping against my ass with loud, wet slaps.“God, your pussy is so tight and wet,” he groaned, pounding into me relentlessly. “Gripp

  • Red Lace Christmas: A Taste Of Sin{steamiest short stories}   AN AFFAIR WITH THE GARDENER 1

    Catherine’s POVI never planned to cheat on my husband. But after twelve years of marriage to Richard, the spark had long since died. He was always traveling for business, always on conference calls, always too exhausted or distracted to notice me. At thirty-eight, I still had a body that turned heads — full, heavy breasts that strained against my silk blouses, a narrow waist that flared into wide, soft hips, and long legs I kept toned with yoga. My auburn hair fell in loose waves down my back, and my green eyes still held that hungry glint men used to crave, yet Richard barely touched me or looked my way anymore.Then came Diego, our new gardener — twenty-nine, tall and powerfully built from years of physical labor, with sun-bronzed skin, dark wavy hair that fell into his deep brown eyes, and strong, calloused hands that made my thighs clench every time I watched him work. He spoke with a smooth, slightly accented Spanish voice that sent shivers down my spine. He took care of our s

  • Red Lace Christmas: A Taste Of Sin{steamiest short stories}   Overdue Desire

    Casey’s POVI knew I was playing with fire the moment Adrian started coming to the university library every night.At twenty-nine, I’d built a reputation as the quiet, professional librarian — always in pencil skirts, fitted blouses, and glasses perched on my nose, my long chestnut hair pinned up in a neat bun. But underneath the prim exterior, I was burning. I’d been divorced for two years and in those two years, I hadn’t been properly fucked like I would care to admit. But Adrian… God, Adrian was pure temptation.He was twenty-one, a senior literature major — tall, athletic, with messy dark hair, sharp green eyes, and a quiet intensity that made my thighs clench every time he looked at me over the top of his laptop. For weeks he’d lingered at the front desk after closing, asking for book recommendations, his gaze dropping to my lips, my breasts, the way my skirt hugged my hips. The tension had been building in small, dangerous doses — his fingers brushing mine when I handed him bo

  • Red Lace Christmas: A Taste Of Sin{steamiest short stories}   FILTHY SOLO SHOW

    APRILI dimmed the lights in my sleek apartment, watching the city skyline twinkle through the floor-to-ceiling windows like a silent, eager audience just for me. At 28, I’d long since stopped pretending my body was anything but my own personal playground—one I owned completely, and tonight I wanted to push it further than ever. I wanted proof. Raw, undeniable proof of how fucking good I could make myself feel.I took my time setting everything up, my pulse already quickening with anticipation. I placed my phone on the sturdy tripod at the foot of the bed, adjusting the angle until it was perfect—low enough to capture every explicit detail. I turned on the soft warm lamps on either side and added the ring light behind the tripod so the camera would catch every sheen of sweat, every glistening drop of my arousal. Satisfied with the lighting, I hit record. The little red light blinked on, and a thrill ran straight through me.I smiled at the lens, slow and wicked, letting the moment lin

  • Red Lace Christmas: A Taste Of Sin{steamiest short stories}   FILTHY SOLO SHOW

    APRILI dimmed the lights in my sleek apartment, watching the city skyline twinkle through the floor-to-ceiling windows like a silent, eager audience just for me. At 28, I’d long since stopped pretending my body was anything but my own personal playground—one I owned completely, and tonight I wanted to push it further than ever. I wanted proof. Raw, undeniable proof of how fucking good I could make myself feel.I took my time setting everything up, my pulse already quickening with anticipation. I placed my phone on the sturdy tripod at the foot of the bed, adjusting the angle until it was perfect—low enough to capture every explicit detail. I turned on the soft warm lamps on either side and added the ring light behind the tripod so the camera would catch every sheen of sweat, every glistening drop of my arousal. Satisfied with the lighting, I hit record. The little red light blinked on, and a thrill ran straight through me.I smiled at the lens, slow and wicked, letting the moment lin

  • Red Lace Christmas: A Taste Of Sin{steamiest short stories}   Rekindled Flames 2

    My tongue dragged through her wet folds in one long, slow lick, savoring her taste. Isabella cried out, hips bucking up. I licked her again and again, broad strokes from entrance to clit, then circled the swollen little nub before sucking it gently into my mouth. Two thick fingers pushed inside her tight, velvety heat, curling to stroke that spongy spot I knew drove her wild.“Oh god—Liam—yes, just like that,” she moaned, one hand fisting the sheets, the other gripping my hair to hold me against her. She was dripping, coating my chin and fingers as I fucked her with my mouth and hand. Her thighs started to tremble around my ears.I sucked her clit harder, fingers pumping faster. “Cum for me, Bella. Let me taste you again.”She shattered with a loud, broken cry. Her pussy pulsed around my fingers, flooding my tongue with sweet, hot release. I kept licking her through every wave, gentler now, drawing out the orgasm until she was shaking and whimpering my name like a prayer.When I final

  • Red Lace Christmas: A Taste Of Sin{steamiest short stories}   OILED AND FUCKED 1

    CELESTEI shouldn’t be scared or nervous at all. It’s just a damn massage but sitting with these ladies in the waiting room to have my whole body on full display before a man is scary as fuck. The place smelled of lavender and peace but deep down I knew that right behind these walls things were hap

  • Red Lace Christmas: A Taste Of Sin{steamiest short stories}   BREAKING THE RULES 3

    REMI“I’m going to fuck you so bad and make you come right here by the road side over your car door, you would be screaming and moaning so loud, people would have to come here to find out what’s going on” I trembled at his words, my need and fear blending together at the same time at his promise.

  • Red Lace Christmas: A Taste Of Sin{steamiest short stories}   Breaking the rules 2

    REMI “Yes sir, just about some miles away.” I was about to blurt out my father’s estate when I tamped my mouth shut. He can’t know my father for any reason. “Hmmm okay” he replied while checking my car out as if he was trying to picture every damn detail. “Your registration and license please”

  • Red Lace Christmas: A Taste Of Sin{steamiest short stories}   BREAKING THE RULES

    REMII looked down at my phone whose screen just lit up and smiled, it’s my alarm and it’s just confirmed the most beautiful and perfect day, 00:00 it’s my birthday. Today on the thirty first of December, I’m twenty five. It’s that age where you let go and make bad decisions. It’s the milestone of

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