Sofia, a young woman, enters Dr. Chris Rahal'sconsultation room, where the tension fromtheir previous intimate encounter lingers.Despite the professional setting, theirchemistry is undeniable. The routinecheckup turns into a passionate encounter,leading to a raw and intense sexualexperience. **************************The nurse’s voice broke the silence in the waiting room, her tone gentle yet firm as she called out, “Dr. Rahal will see you now.” The door to the consultation room creaked open, revealing a sliver of warm, golden light that spilled into the antiseptic-scented air. The patient, a young woman named Sofia, rose from her seat, her heart pounding in her chest. She had been dreading this appointment for weeks, not because of any medical concern, but because of the man she was about to face—Dr. Chris Rahal. Their last encounter had been anything but professional, and the memory of it still stayed in her mind like a forbidden secret.Sofia smoothed her dress as she
Kim, a nineteen-year-old, visits Raphael,her friend's thirty-one-year-old uncle, tocollect on a bet. She had boldly asked himto perform oral sex on her and to have sexwith her. Raphael, intrigued, agreed. Theirencounter is intense and passionate, withKim taking control and pushing Raphael to…**********************I took a deep breath as I stood in front of Raphael’s apartment door, my heart pounding in my chest. It felt surreal, being here, about to make good on the deal we’d struck. I was only nineteen, but I knew what I wanted, and I wasn’t afraid to ask for it. Raphael, my friend’s thirty-one-year-old uncle, had lost our bet, and now he was going to fulfill my deepest desire. I’d been bold, maybe even reckless, when I’d told him exactly what I wanted: for him to go down on me, to suck me, to eat my pussy, and to fuck me until I couldn’t think straight. His reaction had been one of intrigued surprise, and now here I was, standing at his doorstep, ready to collect.The d
Judy, a professional dancer, is hired for aprivate performance by a billionaire in anopulent, dimly lit chamber.*******************Judy stood at the edge of the stage, her heart pounding in her chest as she surveyed the opulent private chamber. The walls, adorned with velvet drapes, seemed to swallow the light, leaving only a single spotlight to illuminate the center of the room. A solitary figure sat in the shadows, his presence commanding yet enigmatic. He was a billionaire, a man of immense wealth and power, and tonight, he had hired Judy for a private dance. But as she would soon discover, this was no ordinary performance.Judy took a deep breath, her fingers tracing the delicate straps of her silk robe. She was a professional, a dancer who had graced countless stages, but this felt different? The weight of his gaze, even from the darkness, sent a shiver down her spine. With a graceful sway of her hips, she began her routine, the soft melody of the music filling the room
Elias watches Belle, an eighteen-year-old with a mix of innocence and defiance, as she stands onan auction stage. Driven by her sister'sdebt, Belle is forced to participate in theauction, where Elias bids for her and wins.He takes her to his penthouse, assertinghi…************************The room was thick with tension, the air heavy with the scent of desperation and desire. I stood at the back, my eyes locked on her like a predator stalking its prey. Belle. Just eighteen, with skin like cream and hair that cascaded in waves of midnight black. She was everything I’d ever craved, a living, breathing fantasy. And tonight, she was mine. Not by chance, but by choice—hers and mine. Her sister’s debt had driven her to this, and I’d been waiting for an opportunity like this for far too long. She stood on the small stage, her hands clasped nervously in front of her. The auctioneer’s voice droned on, but I barely heard him. My focus was solely on Belle, on the way her chest rose an
Rosemarie de Count sold to DukeFrederick to settle her father's debts, findsherself in a dimly lit chamber facing theruthless and beautiful Duke. Despite herfear, she feels a strange sense of powerand desire as she succumbs to hiscommands.************************I stood in the dimly lit chamber, my heart pounding against my ribcage as I faced the man who now owned me. Rosemarie de Count, once a lady of modest means, had been reduced to a mere possession, sold by her father to settle his debts. And now, I belonged to Duke Frederick, the wealthiest and most feared noble in all of Brimburg. The air was thick with anticipation, heavy with the scent of wax and old wood. The room, adorned with rich tapestries and flickering candlelight, seemed to close in around me. I could feel the weight of his gaze, like a physical touch, as he stood across the room, his tall frame casting long shadows on the stone walls.I had heard the tales of Duke Frederick—the ruthless ruler, the mercile
After an intense game, Finn, a closeted gayathlete finds himself in a compromisingsituation when his vice-captain, Ethan,walks in on him in the shower. Thean unexpected encounter leads to a heated,the consensual moment that neither canignore.*************************The steam from the shower mingled with the heat of the moment, fogging up the small bathroom mirror. I stood there, my hand wrapped tightly around my cock, my breath coming in short, ragged gasps. The game had left me wired, my muscles aching with the kind of exhaustion that only comes from giving everything you’ve goton the field. But it wasn’t just the physical exertion that had me on edge. It was the secret I carried, the one I’d buried deep inside—the truth that I was gay. I’d kept it locked away, fearing what my teammates would think, and how they’d react. But in the solitude of the shower, I let myself feel, let myself touch, let myself imagine. My fingers moved in a steady rhythm, my cock throbbing in