บททั้งหมดของ Sweet Surrender: A Compilation Of Spicy Erotic Confessions : บทที่ 81 - บทที่ 90

Craving Her Neighbour's Pussy (7)Rachel parked the car in front of Kristen McCarthy’s house. After their long afternoon together at the mall, Kristen leaned over, her perfume still fresh from the testing counter at the department store.Rachel told her plainly, “Come over later. Around seven. I have a Skype call with Diego at six, and I need quiet.” Kristen touched Rachel’s wrist and gave a soft nod before stepping out, her hips swaying as she walked to her door.Rachel drove home. Her pulse was steady, but her body was restless. She entered the house, kicked off her shoes at the doorway, and walked into the living room. She set her phone on the coffee table, poured herself a small glass of wine, and waited. At exactly six o'clock, Diego’s call came through. She sat upright, fixed her hair with her fingers, and clicked to accept the video.Diego appeared on the screen, wearing a pale blue shirt. He spoke about his long day. He went into detail about a supplier issue, a delayed shipme

Craving Her Neighbour's Pussy (9)Rachel woke to the soft scratch of morning light slipping through the curtains, painting faint stripes across her thighs. Her legs were tangled in the sheets, bare skin warm against the smooth cotton. Every muscle in her body ached from the night before: her thighs, her core, the tender skin between her breasts. She exhaled slowly and stretched, feeling the soreness that clung to her like fingerprints.Kristen stirred beside her and slid an arm across her stomach. Her hand settled just under Rachel’s navel, possessive and gentle.“You were making noises in your sleep,” Kristen murmured, voice thick with sleep and amusement. “Sounded like you were about to come again.”Rachel turned her head, met her gaze, and smiled. “I was dreaming about your mouth.”Kristen chuckled and kissed her shoulder. “Still hungry?”Rachel shifted under the sheets, letting one leg fall open slightly. “Starving.”Kristen’s hand moved down without hesitation. She dipped her fin

It’s a hot summer day. I’m crammed into a lecture hall with fifty other students, watching a slideshow about fish anatomy while sweat sticks my thighs to the plastic seat.Outside the window, heat waves ripple off the blacktop. Inside, it’s just as bad. I dressed light—black cotton skirt riding high on my thighs, pink low-cut blouse clinging to my skin. Underneath, a lacy black bra. That’s it. No panties. Too hot for them.I’m Ashley. Twenty-one, 5’3”, and holding steady at 145 pounds. Sitting through a science lecture I barely care about. But I’m not really here for the class.I’m here for Ms. Catherine.She’s thirty-five and distractingly beautiful. Same height as me, but with curves that belong in a slow-motion movie scene. Her waist is tiny, her hips full, and her ass is round enough to keep me staring even when I know I shouldn’t.Today she’s wearing a swoop-neck blazer and a fitted skirt that shows off everything in the best way. Her breasts sit perfectly in that top. She must b

DUKE'S POV.Cuckold.If you had told me years ago that I’d ever be one, I would’ve laughed in your face or maybe punched it. I was the typical guy growing up: sports, girls, the whole tough-guy act. The idea of standing aside while another man touched my wife? Never. Not even in some twisted joke. But life has a way of flipping your pride on its back and holding it there until you start seeing things differently.Now, I find myself standing outside the guest room again. It’s not the first time. Lately, I keep ending up here, frozen in the same spot, listening to the sound of our bed moving under someone else’s weight. My face burns. Shame sticks to my skin like sweat. And yet, I’m hard. I swallow, my throat dry, trying to make sense of the sounds behind that door.The rhythmic slap of skin, the creak of the bed, the breathless moans, they’ve become familiar. And then I hear her.“Oh, Duncan! I love how deep you go!”That voice. My wife’s voice. Dera.I close my eyes as her moans sharp

Cuckold Confessions (3)"What are you imagining right now?" I asked.She kissed my neck. "Nothing. Yet. But maybe I like the idea of you squirming."I swallowed. "You think he’ll flirt with you?""If he does, what would you do?"I turned my chair toward her. "Watch. Maybe more."She licked her lips. "You’re a sick man.""I’m your sick man."She grinned and turned away. "He’s offering more money if we say yes fast. He wants to move in soon."I nodded. "I’ll set up a call. Just to feel him out."She walked off toward the bedroom. Her hand slid across my shoulder on the way. "Don’t stay up too long."I typed fast.‘Duncan,Thanks for the interest. I can confirm your needs. I’m with you on the shower. A weak stream ruins everything.Let’s talk tomorrow. Here’s my number. I’ve attached a picture of me and my wife, just to keep things friendly.Best, Duke’I hit send. My heart pounded. I told myself it was about the money. But I knew better. It was the look in Dera’s eyes when she saw that