All Chapters of Sweet Surrender: A Compilation Of Spicy Erotic Confessions : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Seducing my coworker's wife (3)"Oh, fúck." she uttered, her eyes closing for a moment, her body reacting to the contact, not in revulsion or outrage but with pleasure.In that moment, she crossed the line as well, expressing enjoyment and pleasure while another woman's lips caressed her ear.I placed my hand on her arm and gently dragged my fingers up and down the smooth skin there, creating shivers in her and even more arousal in me."You have soft skin, Elowen, anyone can see that." I whispered in her ear before planting my lips on her supple neck.My fingers trailed along her shoulder, sending small shivers through her."Oh god!!" she breathed, arching slightly into me as I kissed her neck, soft and teasing, letting her feel my mouth moving against her.Emboldened by her moan, I pushed her head back upright so that her eyes were fixed on her reflection again.I reached around her a bit, letting a single finger touch the upper part of her bréasts that her gown showed elegantly."An

I was twenty-one, hot, and fully aware of it. Getting dates was easy, and most of the time I ended up getting fucked anyway.I liked knowing what I could make men do just by looking at them. I knew how quickly they reacted to me and how fast desire showed on their faces.Then there was Michael. He was older, rough around the edges, built like a man who worked for a living, and gone for weeks at a time driving a semi truck, and he pulled at me in a way boys my age never did.The first time we met, I was in college in Arizona, having lunch at an Applebee’s with my friend Cassie. Michael was passing through on a haul, sent drinks over to our table, and eventually came to talk to us.He asked me out, and we went on a date the next evening. After a few more dates, he took me for a ride in his eighteen wheeler.We were parked at a rest stop with the engine running. He sat in the driver’s seat while I went down on him.His cock was just under seven inches and thicker than average. It was exa

Poker Night Slut (3)While I was licking it off my toes and foot, I showed it on my tongue, swallowed it down, then gave the guys either a wink or a smile.It did taste good, but I exaggerated my reaction to get them worked up, saying things like, “Mmmmmm, that’s delicious,” or, “I love it.”They reacted immediately, muttering things like, “Oh my God, she’s nasty,” and, “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me. That is one twisted, sick bitch.”I got off Paul’s cock, my ass still stretched and sensitive.I was a total mess, but I knew Roger’s cum would help lube me for Paul.I dropped to my hands and knees and looked back at him.“Come on, big boy,” I begged. “I want you to fuck me with that horse cock of yours. Get down here and do it now.”Since Paul had just been in my ass, he was even hornier than before.I was also pretty sure that if he fucked me hard enough, I could squirt for the guys.It didn’t happen often, but I was a squirter on occasion.Paul dropped to his knees behind me an

Teach Me, Step-Daddy (2)The morning light felt wrong.I stood at the sink holding a glass of water I didn’t want. I wasn’t drinking it. I wasn’t even really awake. My thumb traced slow circles along the rim, over and over, while I stared through the window at nothing. My head throbbed—not from alcohol, but from memory. Not blurred memory either. I remembered every second.Every word.I remembered the weight in Cal’s voice when he told me not to say those things. I remembered the edge in his tone, how it fought with something rougher hiding underneath. I remembered how close I got to him. The heat between us. The flash in his eyes when I told him I meant it. I hadn’t been drunk. I hadn’t been playing a game. I knew exactly what I was doing.And now he was gone.I hadn’t seen him all morning. I’d heard movement upstairs, faint, like he was pacing. Then nothing. Silence. The kind that felt stretched too tight, like the whole house was waiting for something to snap. It had been like that

This story and all characters are fiction. All characters are over eighteen. •••I felt like such a pervert, scurrying from room to room, peeking out through the blinds. Hell… I am a pervert. Spying on a bunch of women old enough to be my mom. With my parents gone that Saturday morning, and several of the neighborhood MILFs out in their yards, it felt like the perfect opportunity to watch them. It was kind of funny, really. I’d grown up around these women—same neighborhood, same houses—and never really noticed them. Not like this. It wasn’t until I turned eighteen that something shifted. Now I couldn’t not see it. The way they moved. The way they dressed. The way their bodies filled out in