Mag-log inThe kiss pulled me halfway to the surface, It was soft and weirdly familiar.
My eyes fluttered open and I saw my neighbor, the one from the elevator. The one I had been fantasizing about before my mother interrupted. Fuck. She was here in my room, almost straddling me, and kissing me. “What—what the fuck,” I gasped, shoving myself up so fast my head spun. My palm hit the mattress hard, shoving myself away from her like she’d burned me. “What are you doing?!” Her eyes widened, and hurt flickered across her face like a glitch she tried to hide. “You were… screaming,” she said, voice barely above a whisper. “You were having a nightmare, I heard you through the wall, I didn’t know what to do.” “So you broke in?” I snapped, more panic than anger. “No,” she said quickly. “The door was open. I—I called out but you didn’t answer and then you were thrashing and I—” “And kissing me was your solution?” I demanded, even as something in my chest ached from the loss of her warmth. She swallowed hard. “It wasn’t like that.” I dragged a hand down my face, trying to calm the tremble in my fingers. I wasn’t even angry, not really. I was scared and embarrassed. “You shouldn’t be here,” I muttered, looking anywhere but at her. “You shouldn’t’ve seen me like that.” “I didn’t mean to invade anything,” she said, quiet now, gathering herself like she was bracing to be yelled at. “But I’ve had panic attacks. I know what it’s like to wake up gasping for air, thinking you’re still trapped. Sometimes you just… need to feel someone. Something. So I—I kissed you.” My first kiss, with this fucking hot neighbor and I can't fully remember it. Classic. Guilt spread through me as she walked out the door but I couldn't say a thing to stop her. She was just trying to help. I shut my eyes close and the memory of the faded kiss came rushing, not just in my head but also my cock. I need to apologize and maybe get a glimpse of her body again. I knocked twice on her door with my heart in my throat, on the third knock the door creaked open and she came into view wearing just a short sleeping robe. I could outline her hard nipples from just looking, they were poking and fuck I almost forgot why I came here. “Uh, hi?” Her voice snapped my attention back to her. “I’m sorry,” I said, voice rough. She blinked. “What?” “For earlier,” I said again, stepping back slightly so she didn’t think I was crowding her. “I snapped at you when you were only trying to help, you didn’t deserve that.” Her shoulders relaxed a little. “You were having a nightmare. I probably shouldn’t’ve kissed you.” I gave a weak chuckle. “Yeah, well. Pretty sure that kiss pulled me out of the worst of it. So… thank you.” Her lips curved just a little, hesitant. “Do you… wanna come in?” My cock jolted awake at her offer, I could say no rush back into my room and take a really cold shower or I could just walk in there a ogle at her all night. She opened the door wider, the slight movement from her caused her robe to show bits of her thigh. Ogling it is. She shut the door behind me and we stood there in silence. I couldn't stop imagining her mouth wrapped around my cock, taking me deeper with each thrust. How do guys hit on a woman? “I don’t even know your name,” she said suddenly, a soft, slightly embarrassed laugh in her voice. “I mean I kissed you before I knew what to moan.” Did I hear clearly? She wanted to moan my name? I smirked while playing it cool. “We could always start over.” She gave me a small smile, but there was something in her eyes I couldn't quite depict. “Selene,” she said, extending a hand like we weren’t flirting a few seconds ago. “I’m Selene.” I took her hand, it was fucking soft and would fit perfectly jerking my cock off for me. “Like the moon goddess,” I murmured, almost without thinking. Her brows lifted. “You know your mythology?” “Not really,” I said. “Just enough to know Selene drove the moon across the sky every night, fell in love with a mortal, and begged the gods to let him sleep forever so she could love him without him aging.” She blinked. “That’s oddly specific.” I shrugged. “I liked the story.” Her fingers were still in mine. “You?” she asked, voice low now. “What’s your name ?” I looked down at her. “Zeke,” I said finally. “Short for Ezekiel. But no one calls me that.” “Zeke,” she repeated again, softly. “Nice to meet you.” Her voice lingered in the space between us, warm and teasing. I cleared my throat, feeling way too aware of her body just a breath away. “That kiss, earlier…” “It was my first, that was why I kind of panicked.” Something shifted in her expression. Her brows drew together just slightly—not out of pity, but curiosity. “Your first ever?” she asked, stepping a little closer. “Like… first kiss, first?” I nodded, one shoulder rising awkwardly. “Yeah. I—I guess I’m just not the type people look at like that. No one’s ever really… wanted to.” Selene’s eyes softened—then sparkled. She laughed, warm and shocked, like I’d told her the sky wasn’t blue. “Zeke, are you kidding me?” I blinked. “Uh. No?” She stepped right up to me, fingers brushing the edge of my shirt like it was nothing, like touching me was normal but my body didn’t understand that. “You really didn’t notice, did you?” “Notice what?” She grinned—this slow, sinful thing that made my heart stutter. “That I’ve been plenty attracted to you since the second we met.” I wasn’t hearing a thing, not with the way she was moving her hands across my body. Her hands slid up my chest as she leaned in. “You’re gorgeous, Zeke. Tall and quiet and broody as hell. I’ve had thoughts about you tonight.” “Thoughts,” I repeated dumbly, because that was all my brain could process. “Really nasty ones,” she added with a wink. If this were another dream, I don't want to wake up until I am balls deep in her pussy, fucking her senseless. Selene pushed me lightly to the couch, stepping in between my knees and gently straddling me. If she could feel my cock through my sweats, she didn’t show it but I couldn’t act like I didn’t sense the heat coming from her. Her robe shifted with the movement, slipping off her left shoulder and revealing a lot of her breasts. “Zeke,” she whispered, voice suddenly serious again. “Can I be your first of many?” I opened my mouth but nothing came out. Because how the hell was I supposed to respond to that? My hands settled on her thighs without even thinking, palms warm against her bare skin. “You don’t have to say anything,” she murmured. “I just… I want to show you what it feels like to be wanted.” “Selene,” I said, voice cracking a little. She leaned in until our noses brushed. Her lips hovered over mine, barely touching. Her robe slipped just a little more, and I could feel her body against mine like we were made for this. She kissed me slowly, like she was teaching me how to enjoy it, like she wanted me to feel it in my soul. Her lips moved against mine, slow at first, then firmer, deeper. She tasted like cheese and sweet and something I didn’t know I craved until now. I let out a noise somewhere between a gasp and a moan and her mouth curved into a smile against mine. “Oh, sweetheart,” she whispered, pulling back just enough to drag her thumb over my bottom lip. “You’re so fucking responsive already.” I shivered. My hands gripped her thighs tighter, needing something to ground me. She shifted in my lap, pressing down slowly, deliberately, and I felt her heat even through the thin fabric of her panties. My breath stuttered. My cock throbbed against my sweats, straining toward her like it had a mind of its own. “You’ve been neglected, haven’t you?” she murmured, her tone turning low and knowing. “No wonder you flinched at a little kindness.” I didn’t know what to say. I just stared up at her, jaw tight, heart pounding. “Don’t worry,” she cooed. “I know what you need.” Her robe slipped off completely, pooling around her hips. She was bare underneath except for the lace that barely counted as underwear. My mouth went dry. If I thought she was hot clothed, she looked even more heavenly naked. She leaned in, nipping my bottom lip this time. “But I don’t do sweet and slow. I am rough and wild. Can you handle that, pretty boy?” I didn’t understand jack she said and God help me, I nodded. “Words, Zeke.” “Yes,” I rasped. “I can handle it.” Her smile turned feral. “Good.” In a blur, she pushed me back until I was flat on the couch. She straddled my hips, pinning me down with her thighs. One hand wrapped around my neck and the other slipped under my chest, her nails digging into my skin as she trails it up my chest. I gasped, why did the pain feel good? “You’re mine tonight,” she said, voice like velvet and fire. “And I’m going to make you feel everything you’ve ever been denied.” I moaned, needing to feel some kind of friction from her, she clicked her tongue. “Ah-ah. You don’t move unless I tell you to.” “Okay,” I whispered. “Yes, Selene.” She slapped my cheek—light, playful—but it rocked me. “That’s Goddess to you, baby.” And holy fuck. My cock twitched hard at that. My whole body lit up like I’d been struck by lightning. “Oh… I’m going to have fun ruining you.”Damien’s hand slid tightly over his rigid dick, stretching the skin tightly with each down stroke, then causing it to bunch under the head as his hand moved upwards. I stared raptly, taking it all in with unblinking eyes.He set the open magazine down on his thigh and gripped the base of his cock, holding it in place as his other hand continued to stroke. His breathing was turning harsh, and his stomach muscles twitched.The motion of his hand slowed, and I knew he was trying to draw out the pleasure, teasing himself to make it last longer. His cock jutted up hard and proud, looking like it had been carved out of solid stone.Suddenly, he groaned and twitched. Moving quickly, he snatched a tissue from the box on the bedside table, and draped it over the swollen head of his dick, sliding his hand down to hold it around his shaft.He groaned louder and his hips lifted, and I watched entranced as his cock pulsed and the top of the tissue turned dark as his spurting cum squirted against t
‘Hey penguin, fancy seeing locked up in here.”I looked up from the book I was reading, to see my step brother standing right in the doorway.My smile etched, “Damien, oh my goodness I didn’t expect you home so early.I felt a flutter of excitement in my stomach. My brother had just come home from college this past weekend, and before that I hadn’t seen him in over five months. It was nice to see his smiling face again.“Yeah, Cole had to go home early, and all my other friends are busy.”Not only did I miss having him around, I also missed checking out his fantastic body. He went to college on scholarship for track, and had the physique to match. Tall and lean, his body was muscular with broad shoulders, but not over the top like a body-builder. Add to that his tousled blonde hair and friendly smile, and he was definitely easy on the eyes. The girls certainly kept him busy his last years of high school, and I was looking forward to finding out how his social life fared in his freshm
When I got home and I ran a hot tub of water; my legs and arms burned and throbbed from the unaccustomed exercise. I poured half of a bottle of lilac scented bath oil into the steaming water and sank into it gratefully, closing my eyes.I wonder how Gracie would look naked? My eyes jerked back open but the image persisted. My hand moved to my pussy, rubbing at the swollen bud of my clit, until I couldn’t bear it anymore. I came almost immediately. Afterwards, I lay in the water torn between being embarrassed at my improper fantasy and excited about the next time I’d see Gracieagain.It has to be because I haven’t had sex in so long, I told myself, Drew barely touched me the last years of being together and I haven’t even dated at all since he left. I need to go out more, to find a man I can talk to and that I am attracted to. Thinking about Gracie is okay, it was just a fantasy, I would never really have sex with her, or any woman.***The sessions with Gracie continued and every day
I stared blankly at the documents in my hand, nothing I read made any sense. It just felt like words jumbled together. I set it down on the desk, frowning. I needed to get over this, it's been six months since Drew, my ex boyfriend packed up and moved out of our shared lease. I stood up heading to the door, the anger still so fresh in my head. I had met Drew after high school and it had been me that had dropped all of my plans for college in order to spend years supporting him through engineering school. A year after that, the Engr title sat behind his name and he had left me for a woman who was barely Twenty. She would not have to work as a fill-in during the day and wait tables at night just to keep food on the table and him in school like I had. The first time I met her was when he came packing his things, she came in an expensive Chanel gown that showed off her long legs and a pair of three hundred dollar boots with heels so high they could have shattered the tiles if she wa
Liana My eyes turned into slits as they turned in his direction, what right did he have to laugh at me? “What's so funny?” “Oh, nothing sunshine.” He said, grinding from ear to ear. “I mean aside from the lovely mother and daughter interaction I just witnessed.” I moved my right foot toward him, giving him a nice side view of my new strappy, black patent pumps. “Gloating doesn't suit you, not even in the least. And don't ever call me sunshine.” For some reason, his eyes lingered only on my shoes. Then slowly they glided up legs, taking in my body and then finally locking in on my face. Fuck, that sheer action sent heat spiraling through my body before he even reached my face. It took everything not to twist my ankle from his assessment. “I think sunshine compliments you, Liana Darling.” The way my name rolled off his tongue and my panties soaked already. I liked the way he looked at me, like he suddenly had eyes. Tim had pretty much spent his time ignoring me, more
Liana The giggling from outside my room door pushed me to a halt. It was no shocker that mum was still in her honeymoon phase with her new very shocking husband, Tim. My mom, the youngest MILF to exist in town, traveled and returned with a husband barely a year older than me. Who knew I’d ever had a new daddy, much less a young, buff hunky step-daddy with a thigh clenching voice. Just listening to him speak made my insides melt. I have to move out, I thought. That man is raw sex. “Don’t worry about Liana, darling,” Mom said. That got my attention. They were talking about me? “She’ll come around. I think she's just surprised I got married.” “Let’s hope so, my love,” he said in that husky voice I loved so much. “You know it hurts me when beautiful women do not like me.” He thinks I’m beautiful? “You are such a darling,” Mom said. The sounds of kissing, of moaning and groaning, reached me. I rolled my eyes. Those two were constantly at it. I guess if I was forty-five an







