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No Strings, All Pleasure #2
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2026-05-24 21:17:37
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WAVES OF WANT Free Use Weekend#2
Vesper woke up slowly, disoriented by the unfamiliar weight of silk sheets and the heavy ache between her legs. With the sunlight that filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the master bedroom, casting golden light across the massive bed and for a brief second, she forgot where she was. Then she felt it. A slow but deep thrust inside her. Her eyes flew open with a gasp. Rafferty was behind her, spooning her tightly, one strong arm wrapped around her waist and hs very thick cock was already buried deep in her pussy, moving in lazy, unhurried strokes. “Morning, little toy,” he murmured against the back of her neck, voice still rough with sleep but he didn’t stop fucking her. Just kept sliding in and out of her slick pussy like it was the most natural thing in the world. Vesper whimpered as her body was still sore from last night’s relentless use. She could feel the dried remains of his cum on her thighs from when he had fucked her twice more before they finally slept
WAVES OF WANT Free Use Weekend#1
The black town car rolled slowly down the long private driveway which was lined with towering pine trees. Vesper sat at the back seat with her heart beating fast against her ribs as the massive lakeside mansion finally came into view. All dark wood, glass, and sharp modern angles perched right on the water’s edge. It looked really expensive, isolated and dangerous.She had spent the entire drive squeezing her thighs together, painfully aware that she wore absolutely nothing beneath the thin white dress they had instructed her to wear. No panties and no bra. Just the dress and a pair of delicate sandals.This was insane.Just three weeks ago she had been a quiet, bookish 24 year old librarian who spent most of her nights reading dark erotica in secret. Now she was here..... $50,000 richer in her account and about to hand over complete control of her body for an entire weekend to a man she knew almost nothing about.Rafferty Kane.The car finally stopped. The driver didn’t speak, he si
WAVES OF WANT No Strings, All Pleasure#3
Tesh’s fingers worked Cassian’s belt open, the quiet metallic sound cutting through the heavy silence of the suite. Her hands were obviously still trembling slightly from her orgasm, but she didn’t care. She wanted to touch him, to taste him, to make him feel even half of what he had just done to her. When she finally freed his dick, it was thick and heavy in her hand. She stroked him slowly as she watching his jaw tighten and his eyes flutter half-closed. “god, Tesh…” he breathed, his voice voice rough. She sank to her knees in front of him without thinking too hard about it. Looking up at him, she felt a strange rush of power mixed with nervousness. This wasn’t like her. But tonight, nothing felt like her old self. She took him into her mouth slowly, savoring the warmth, the salty taste and the way his hand gently threaded through her hair. Cassian let out a deep groan that sent heat pooling between her legs again. She moved with more confidence than she expected, taking him de
WAVES OF WANT No Strings, All Pleasure #2
The door clicked shut and the rest of the world felt suddenly very far away. Tesh stood just inside the suite, the luxurious quiet pressing in on her. Her pulse was still racing from the elevator, from his hands on her body and from the sheer madness of saying straight up yes to all of this. The city lights twinkled through the massive windows like they were mocking how small and reckless she felt at the moment. Cassian didn’t move, he just stood there looking and observing her as she scanned the whole place with her eyes. He leaned against the door, loosening his tie with one hand while still watching her. There was hunger in his eyes, sure, but something else too... like he was studying her, trying to figure her out. “You look like you’re waiting for the regret to kick in,” he said quietly. Tesh gave a nervous laugh and hugged her arms around herself. “Yeah, maybe I am. I’ve spent the last year building this very careful little life of mine after my breakup. Good job, polite
WAVES OF WANT No Strings, All Pleasure#1
Tesh swirled the olive in her martini, watching the tiny spear disappear and reappear in the cloudy gin like some half-hearted prophecy. The hotel bar in downtown Manhattan hummed around her with low jazz piano, the clink of expensive glass, and the murmur of people who all seemed to belong there more than she did. She tugged at the hem of her little black dress, the one she had bought on a whim two years ago and never really worn because it always felt too bold but tonight, it felt like armor. *God, what am I even doing here?* she asked herself. The design conference had drained her. Eight hours of panels, forced smiles, and networking that left her feeling like a fraud in Louboutins. Her boss had called her “promising” again, which was code for *you’re good, but not quite there yet*. And then there was the text from Ryan this morning saying *We should talk when you get back* as if three months of silence after he had fucked his assistant suddenly required some closure. She took
WAVES OF WANT The Stepbrother I Shouldn't Want#4..
The weeks that followed settled into a strange, exhausting rhythm. On the surface, life looked perfectly normal. Mom would hum while making coffee in the mornings. Richard would complain about traffic on his way to work. Damon took calls in the home office he’d claimed, and I buried myself in design deadlines. But underneath it all, everything was cracking. I was gradually losing pieces of myself. I couldn’t even look mom in the eyes for more than a few seconds anymore. Every time she thanked me for “being so welcoming” to Damon or told me how nice it was to have both her “kids” under one roof again, I felt physically ill. The guilt had become a constant dull ache behind my ribs. Some mornings I woke up already tired from it. Damon and I barely spoke in front of them now. We’d become experts at polite distance, careful smiles, short conversations and never sitting too close. But the second the front door closed or our parents left for errands, the mask fell away. One rainy Wednesda
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