LOGINSeducing my coworker's wife (2)"Oh! You're so good for my ego." she shot back, signaling the bartender for a refill. After taking another drink, she added, "Ugh, I am not really enjoying the atmosphere here tonight.""Well, I seriously doubt anyone would miss us. Wanna go for a walk?" I asked, trying not to sound predatory.Elowen bobbed her head up and down a couple of times to indicate her approval, then took a deep breath. "Absolutely!" she said, walking at my side as we made our way to the exit.I watched the eyes of a few people follow us as we slipped out one of the exit doors. Probably nothing good, straight girl leaving with a lesbian, I thought, feeling a heat stir deep inside me.The hotel was on the water, along the inlet of a large turquoise bay. The moon reflected off the water, lighting up the area in an ethereal glow, and Elowen leaned against the wrought iron railing, hair fluttering in the breeze.She sighed, making her breasts quiver slightly in her gown, which I co
[ A lésbian woman seduces and fúcks her coworker's straight wife to prove a point and ends up enjoying it.] I've been a lésbian for as long as I can remember, and I’ve never hidden it. I fúck women with fire in my veins, and I crave the ones who are deliciously out of reach or secretly off-limits.I am a lésbian, loudly, unapologetically, and with a reputation I earned the hard way. I have fúcked women who were mistakes, women who were married, women who taught me things I still think about in quiet moments, and women who ruined me just enough to make me crave the next one harder.You may consider me a slút, but I’m not. I’m just a woman who fúcking loves other women, especially the pretty ones.Parties are my natural habitat, especially holiday parties, when everyone dresses up and pretends they are not hoping to be wanted. I love watching people look at each other, imagining what they want to do, and imagining what they could never do with me.I love parties, particularly holiday p
Janice melts on her knees, desperate to be owned and used by her ruthless female boss who’s been dominating her fantasies••••••••••••••••••••••I melted on my knees, desperate to be owned and used by my ruthless female boss who had been dominating my fantasies.My skin flushed hot under the way Alex, my gorgeous African American boss, stared at me. Her sharp cheekbones and flawless dark skin had always caught my attention, but now, kneeling before her, those feelings hit harder than I ever expected. There was a raw hunger in her eyes, like I was nothing more than a willing plaything.I knew she was right. I would do anything she wanted. I’d been attracted to her ever since I was hired to dance at her club. I’d seen Alex in action managing the place and admired her strength, passion, and no-nonsense style. I loved how she pulled her hair into a tight bun. I felt more comfortable and secure working for her than I ever had anywhere else. I found myself fantasizing about her often—both a
A slick of pre-cum coated my tongue.He tensed, his breaths were ragged, his expression slack.Suddenly his control seemed to slip. He dragged me up to my feet and backed me against the window. I was no match for his big strong body and rigid determination.Next thing I knew I was pressed against the cool glass and being hoisted higher, his cock angling toward my pussy.I trembled in anticipation of him penetrating me. And when he did, my entire body clenched as I wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. I still had my socks on. I didn’t care.We kissed but our lips didn’t seem to be under our control. Sensation was all that existed, our bodies joining.He pounded into me, the way he had before, with gusto. His hips lifting me higher, higher still.“Ricky,” I gasped.He did
That’s exactly what I thought, what the hell.” He stood and ran his fingers over his braces, as if checking they were straight.I loved him in braces, he knew that.“So,” he said, “I jumped on a train, upgraded your room and here I am.”“But…what about work?” I let the bra fall from my hands. It landed with a soft whoosh onto the carpet.“I had a day in lieu, thought I’d make good use of it by spending time with my beautiful girlfriend.”As shock turned into pure joy I smiled. “You’ve just made my day, no scrap that, you’ve just made my week…month.”“I’m glad to hear it.”I was in his arms, my bare legs pressing against his trousers, my nipples beading against my blouse. His kiss weakened my knees, and all the desire of the night before came rushing back, hot and vital, it filled my blood, my senses and my thoughts.“
“Do you really have to go tomorrow?” Ricky curled his arms around my waist as I stood at the sink. “You were away last week on business, and the week before.”“I’m sorry.” I stared at our reflection in the darkened window as I scrubbed a pan. His head was beside mine, flopping hair falling forward as he nuzzled my neck. “I don’t want to go, but…” I sighed.“But it’s a big deal and you’ve nearly closed it, I get it.”“I know you do, and I’m grateful. Perhaps when I get the promotion it won’t be so crazy, I won’t have to go away so often.”“Fingers crossed, huh.”I tipped my head and closed my eyes. His bare chest was hot on my back, his body strong and solid, a brick wall. Ricky was my rock, always had been, since the first moment I’d seen him four years ago on the opposite side of a tennis court.He’d booked to have a match with a friend, so had I. Fate had played her cards. Destiny had worked her magic. Neither of our friends had shown up—worse than usual London traffic—so we’d banged







