ログインMia I stare at the ceiling, tracing the familiar crack that snakes across it like a fault line in my life. Jake has been distant for weeks now, coming home late, muttering about "work stress," and barely looking at me whenever we're in the same room. Our conversations feel empty and don’t get me started on the sex, it has become almost nonexistent, and when it does happen, it's quick and mechanical, like he's simply checking another chore off his list instead of making love to his girlfriend. I keep telling myself it's only temporary. Maybe the promotion he's been working toward is taking a bigger toll on him than he's letting on. Maybe the long hours have left him exhausted. Or maybe... maybe it's me. Maybe I really do need to lose a few pounds like all those fitness influencers keep preaching. I even started skipping desserts and wearing the tighter dresses he used to compliment, hoping I'd catch his eye the way I used to. But tonight is going to be different. I'm going
JakeI believed it more than anything. Suddenly Chris spanked her bare ass again. Lila’s eyes flew wide open, and for a split second I thought she might bite down on me. He spanked her once more, tears welled in her eyes, but she was moaning with raw pleasure, looking up at me with pure lust. Her perky tits bounced as she sucked me eagerly.Then she was pushed forward — Chris had slipped a finger inside her, stretching her for what was coming. He added a second finger, curling them downward while his other hand worked her clit. Lila went wild, licking me faster, rocking her hips back to take more of his fingers. Chris looked like he was losing control.Lila glanced back at him, voice husky. “Are you going to fuck me or what?”That did it. Chris pulled his fingers out and lined himself up behind her, ready to sink into her tight pussy.“Wait!” Lila pulled me from her throat. “I’m not on the pill. I want both of you to finish on my face at the same time.”I couldn’t believe how lucky
JakeI smirked at him. “Sounds like you’re afraid of losing to me.”Chris turned pale for a second, then recovered his swagger. “I’m winning this bet, and I’m going to roast you about it all year long during rotations.” We waited for Lila to come back from the bathroom, and when she did, we started a new game.At one point she missed an easy shot. I gave her a firm smack on that tight little ass. The leather felt incredible under my hand, and I immediately started getting hard. She glanced back at me — first with surprise, then with clear lust in her eyes. She held the look, practically daring me to do it again.What a tease, I thought. “Want me to show you how to hold the cue properly?”She raised an eyebrow, clearly surprised by my boldness, and thrust the pool cue toward me.“Oh no, I have to show you,” I said. “Let me see how you’re gripping it.”She turned back to the table with a sly smile and lined up her next shot. I stepped behind her, sliding my hands up her sides. As my fin
JakeMark Reilly, better known among our group as “Riles,” grinned at me across the table in our cramped apartment. “So, what’s the plan for tonight?”I smirked back. “Most of the class is hitting that sketchy club downtown, but I’m keeping it low-key. There’s this dive bar right off campus—the Rusty Cue. Cheap drinks, decent pool tables. You in?”“I was praying you’d say strip club,” he laughed, “but yeah, I’m down. Hoping there’s at least one bored grad student looking for a distraction.”That was exactly my plan. I checked my phone. “I’m grabbing dinner at the cafeteria. Meet me outside the dorm at seven, showered, in normal clothes, and smelling like you actually own cologne.”“Copy that, doc,” Chris shot back with a mock salute.We walked the short distance to the Rusty Cue as the sun dipped behind the university buildings. It was the usual med-school haunt: a couple of old arcade machines flickering in the corner, three worn pool tables under dim lights, and a long bar that seem
Darling By the next morning I felt normal, it was like I was a new person all together. Like i was back to normal. There was no more random jolts turning me into a dripping mess at my desk. The cream (or the treatment) had worked. I should have been relieved. I should have booked a follow-up with Dr. Elena and never thought about Amon’s hands on me again. Instead, I spent the entire day itching for a completely different reason. My pussy felt empty and aching, every time I crossed my legs I remembered the stretch of his fingers, the ruthless buzz of the vibrator, the sharp bite of the clamps on my nipples. I remembered the way he’d looked at me, I was something he’d wanted for years and was finally allowed to take. By lunch I was a mess again, but not from the sensation in my nipple but from the pure filthy need for my stepbrother. So I did the next best thing, I texted him. Darling: The itch is basically gone. But I think I need a follow-up anyway. His reply cam
Darling The cream didn’t work, because two days later the itch was back—worse, if that was even possible. It had started in the morning while I was making coffee. A single brush of my shirt against my left nipple sent that familiar electric jolt straight to my clit. And by afternoon I was squirming at my desk, thighs pressed together, trying to focus on spreadsheets while my pussy throbbed with every heartbeat. I changed bras twice. Nothing helped. So my only option was to call Dr. Elena’s office again, but this time asking for a different doctor. Last time with Amon was weird, and I didn’t want weird. It’s a good thing I moved out right after college. But as I got to the hospital, I found myself asking for Amon again. “He’s got an opening at four-thirty,” the receptionist said cheerfully. “Same room as last time.” By the time I stripped in the exam room again, my panties were already damp. The paper gown felt ridiculous against my flushed skin. I sat on the table, kne
I slipped quietly through the back door, my pulse racing with excitement. Gosh I had missed Tyler. My pussy clenched at the thought of his name and I clasped my palm over my mouth to hold back my moan. It was what? Two weeks? Vibrators can only manage a sex crazed girl like me. The house wa
I froze in the doorway, did I hear clearly? I mean his tone sounds inviting, is he asking me to...? Shit. He was still sitting on the edge of the bed, completely naked, his skin was glistening with a light sheen of sweat. I swallowed my moan threatening to spill out of my mouth. Fuck, he was ho
I had a crush on Aiden for as long as I could remember. It started innocent enough, watching him laugh with Jake in our driveway, but it had grown into something deeper, hotter, something that kept me awake at night imagining his hands on me. Now I wanted more than just to watch from the sidelines.
My heart slammed against my ribs as I stared at Jake standing in the doorway. Heat flooded my face, and embarrassment rushed through me so fast I felt dizzy. Aiden was still buried deep inside me, his body warm and heavy against mine. I pushed at his chest, trying to scramble away, but his hands he







