Sinful Indulgence

Kim Yuan Microelectronics, Philippines. I stared at the bold letters printed on the white banner that hung above White Sand Beach Resort's main entrance. Its pastel-blue shade turned into neon glows as it reflected the bright sunlight under the noontime sky. I was almost tempted to squeal when that company name reminded me of what happened last night. And I wondered if Mr. Kim had remembered it. I knew women could be at his beck and call, and that experience may mean nothing to him. I expected him to forget about it the moment he would wake up in the morning. I met Mr. Kim Mori one time when I went to his company to see Ara. He just passed by and didn't notice me, but that first glimpse of him created in me a lasting impression. After that, whenever I saw him, especially when in his signature business suit, I always found myself imagining him. The stunning looks that drew everyone's eyes to him, his imposing aura that commands respect and admiration, and the ele

I woke up with an arm around me. Sleeping the whole night cuddled in his arm was a wonderful feeling. It was something I would have wanted to do earlier, now that I know how it felt. I grew up doing the upright way my parents set for us, and that included the limitations I should keep as a woman. Touches between sweethearts should not go beyond hand-holding, though it was difficult to keep in my case. Though I had a strong conviction against pre-marital sex and that my husband and I had kept the rule, we still defied light intimacies like kissing and hugging. I was still in my thoughts about those rules when I felt him moving. Seeing that I was already awake, he pulled me closer and kissed the top of my head. I thought he was ready to devour me since he had already regained his energy. I waited and closed my eyes, and to my surprise, I heard him snoring again. A beep on my phone diverted my thoughts from him. I grabbed it from the bedside table, and when I saw the ca

My husband was not successful in his entry. It was so painful that I felt I would bleed to death if he forced me. I had broken into stages of orgasm during the foreplay, but all the pleasure disappeared when his head hit my entrance. I was trembling and sweating, and suddenly I didn't want him to touch me."It's excruciating at first," he said, "but most of the women say that an extreme pleasure will follow.""I know, but I can't take it," I protested; I didn't even believe the sense of pleasure would happen after a few days, not until my wound would heal."Okay, we will try again next time," he said, and I hugged him tightly, moved by his thoughtfulness.My thoughts then drifted to an incident in the past when two college lovers rushed into the hospital where I worked as the head accountant. I was in the admitting office when the in-charge interviewed the boyfriend who processed their admission."Sir, can I have my downpayment later? We were in a

It felt like my bottom was antsy that I couldn't stay in a single position a minute. I got so nervous about having to spread my legs in front of a doctor. I never considered my still being a virgin a problem until Ara made it appear grave in front of her friend. Mitch turned out to be not just a doctor but a specialist in the fields of  Obstetrics and Gynecology. Mitch was ten years Ara's senior, but they were close friends in their provincial hometown."Ma'am Yen Ramos, please follow me," Dr. Mitch's secretary called out from the doorway of another room. I was in a sitting room of her clinic, and on the wall across from me were closed doors leading to inspection rooms.Once I was inside the room, she led me to a hydraulic OB Delivery Table. Just seeing the leg holder where I had to place each of my legs in a widespread position made me nervous.I found it hard to imagine that someone else, other than my husband,  would look at my genitals in full view

Zed froze for a while as he realized what I was doing. Probably, it never occurred to him that I could do this. He had known me for seven years, and every time we kissed before the marriage, I was always on guard. All I wanted was to uphold our belief that we should only do sex within the marriage bond. And that it would be the priceless gift we would give ourselves during our first wedding night.He gazed at my chocolate-covered cunt for a while, torturing me with the wait. The moment his hands held my knees and spread my thighs apart, I closed my eyes. Soon, the delay that seemed like an eternity ended. I then felt his tongue licking the chocolate cream in a slow but sensual way.I trembled in pleasure and excitement as I felt the chocolate layer thinned out. I giggled as I got tickled, my fingers grasping Zed's hair.In a few moments, I could already feel the direct touch of his tongue on my labia. My toes curled, wanting him to probe deeper. I moan