บททั้งหมดของ Dangerous Pleasures: บทที่ 3231 - บทที่ 3240

Filled with sexual anticipation of seeing her again, eager to see her, I impatiently waited at the airport to greet her and to give her a ride to my house. I bought her a bouquet of yellow roses, her favorite colored rose. She'll be shocked to know that I remembered her favorite flower.Beyond being excited, I couldn't wait to see her again. Unable to imagine what she looked like after ten, long years; as if she was emerging from prison instead of moving from California, I hoped she still looked hot. Yet, knowing that she wouldn't look the same, everyone changes and ages, especially after ten, long years. Nonetheless, even if only my sexual fantasy, I'd love to live with what I remember my sister-in-law looked like back then.Quite certain that she's not doing gymnastics now, Gina was a proficient gymnast. Something that I proudly told everyone; she tried out for the Olympic team but wasn't chosen. She's a little bit of a thing, barely 5' 3" tall. I've never dated a woman who was shor

She looked up at me and smiled."Forget about walking around your house in my underwear, I look hot when wearing a man's shirt with nothing underneath," she said, giving me a sexy smile and a naughty look.Suddenly, I imagined Gina wearing one of my flannel shirts with nothing underneath. I imagined her topless. I imagined her naked. I imagined having sex with her.# # #I sipped my scotch while she sipped her wine."Would you like to watch a movie," she asked?I turned on the TV."Sure," I said.She picked up the TV guide and looked through it."What do you have that's good," she asked? Then, she looked up at me. "What would you like to watch? I like football. We can watch a game," she said.I laughed.'My perfect woman, she not only hangs around the house in her underwear and naked but also and now has enormous breasts but also, she likes watching football,' I thought. 'Thank you, Jesus.'"I have all kinds of movie channels and Netflix, too," I said.Then, she surprised me with what

My first time with a transvestite shemale named Janice.Enjoy.*****My first time with a transvestite shemale."Excuse me," said an attractive woman approaching me in a bar.Surprising me, she stared down at the bulge in my jeans. Wondering if my fly was open, I checked my fly. Then, shocking me as much as she sexually excited me, reached down and cupped me through my jeans with her hand.'What the fuck? In all of my years no woman that I had just met has felt me though my jeans,' I thought.If that wasn't enough, after she removed her hand from groping me, I couldn't believe what she asked me next."You feel like you have a big dick," she said.She gave me a sexy smile and a naughty look. I returned her smile with my smile."What's your name," I asked?If she wasn't beautiful enough, she was even more beautiful when she smiled. I loved her smile. Her smile made me smile."Janice," she said, lighting me up with her big and beautiful smile again.I laughed."My name is Jack," I said,

The next time I saw her was when she called me out of the blue. It was February, and freezing cold. She invited me up to her penthouse, called down to the front desk, asked them to give me admittance, and take me up in the elevator. The warmth and the decorative look of her fireplace was a welcome addition. I wished that I had a fireplace.Then, again, not even giving me the chance to kiss her, unbuttoning my shirt, she started removing my clothes again. Surprised that she didn't give me money for allowing her to blow me, she made me feel like her whore. Uncomfortable with whatever this was, I felt used. Feeling how women must feel, I felt like a thing instead of a person. She moved to her knees while staring up at me and smiling.She unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans. Then, as she did before, she did again. She pushed my jeans and my underwear down to my ankles. As if my cock was a Jack-in-the-box, my erection nearly hit her in her eye.She tightly wrapped her hand around my cock and

A Night of Wild AbandonThe room buzzed with the low hum of laughter and clinking glasses, the air thick with the scent of bourbon and cigar smoke. It was poker night, but the cards had long been abandoned, scattered across the table amidst empty beer bottles. Janice, radiant in a crimson dress that hugged her curves, had turned the evening into something far more daring—a private playground for her and me, with my poker buddies as eager spectators.As I slid into her, the heat of her body enveloped me, a delicious contrast to the cool leather of the couch beneath us. The room fell silent, all eyes on us, but Janice’s focus was mine alone. “Don’t stop, Jack,” she purred, her voice a sultry melody over the faint jazz playing in the background. “Fuck me. Give it to me.”I moved with purpose, each thrust deeper, faster, her body yielding to me with a grace that belied her strength. My first time with her in this way, I was struck by the revelation of her identity—a trans woman, not the c