RAW DESIRES:{50 Erotica Stories} のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 91 - チャプター 100

DidiI stepped out of the changing room, the warm sun kissing my skin as I adjusted the straps of my tiny red bikini. The fabric was barely there, hugging my curves like a second skin…my full breasts were straining against the top, the bottoms riding high on my hips to show off my toned ass. It was one of those days where I just wanted to feel sexy, to lounge by the pool and soak up the attention. The community pool was buzzing with the usual summer crowd: kids splashing in the shallow end, families chatting under umbrellas, and a few guys stealing glances my way. I smirked to myself, grabbing my towel and sunscreen before heading to a spot near the edge.I spread out my towel on a chaise lounge, the concrete still warm from the midday heat. Squirting lotion into my palm, I started rubbing it over my arms, then my legs, taking my time to make sure every inch glistened. I parted my thighs slightly as I worked the cream up higher, feeling that familiar tingle of exposure. Heads turned

Finally, as the golden hour hit, Zayn climbed down from his perch. Then he strode over, towel slung over his shoulder, his muscles flexing with each step. “The pool closes at ten,” he said, standing over me, blocking the sun. His shadow made my skin prickle. I sat up, crossing my legs so my thong pulled tight against my pussy. “That’s a shame. I was just getting comfortable.”He leaned in, voice low. “Comfortable enough to bend over that railing?” My breath hitched, heat flooding me. He jerked his chin toward the poolside fence, the metal bars gleaming in the light, away from the main area but still exposed to anyone who might linger.No words needed…I stood, heart racing, and followed him to the edge. The pool water lapped gently below, the air thick with chlorine and anticipation. He positioned me facing the fence, hands gripping the top rail, my ass out toward him. “Hold on tight,” he growled, yanking my thong aside. His fingers plunged into me, two at once, stretching and curl

Jenny I never thought my life would take such a twisted turn, but desperation has a way of pushing you into corners you never imagined. It started a few months ago when the company I worked for, Apex Innovations, hit a rough patch. Layoffs were whispered in the break room, and I saw the fear in everyone's eyes…. including mine. I'm Jenny, 28, single, with mounting student loans and a tiny apartment that barely fits my dreams. I'd been grinding as a marketing assistant for three years, always staying late, always volunteering for extra projects, hoping to climb the ladder. But hope only goes so far when the economy tanks. My boss, Mr. Ethan Harlan was the epitome of corporate power. Tall, broad-shouldered, with sharp blue eyes that could pin you in place and a jawline that screamed control. He was in his early forties, divorced, and rumors swirled about his playboy lifestyle outside the office. I'd caught him staring at me during meetings more than once, his gaze lingering on my l

I gripped the folder, knuckles white, reciting competitor analysis as pleasure coiled tight in my core. His free hand unbuttoned my blouse, exposing the bra, tweaking a nipple through lace until it peaked hard.By the time I reached the conclusion part “This plan positions Apex for dominance” I was trembling, thighs quivering around his hand. He withdrew abruptly, leaving me empty and aching, on the edge. “Solid start,” he said, licking his fingers clean, eyes locked on mine. “Refine the budget by tomorrow. And Jenny? No touching yourself tonight. That pussy is mine now.”I nodded, buttoning up my shirt with shaky hands.“Dinner meeting by 7 PM, at my place. I will send you the address.” He said, before I left, shutting the door behind me.I left the office early, taking a cab back to my cramped apartment, where I started pacing, debating on an escape but the contract’s weight pressed down heavily….from bills stacking up to my dreams dangling and beneath the fear, curiosity simmered.

Cilia The heat between my legs was throbbing relentlessly, a deep ache that wanted more than just my wandering thoughts. I scanned my room, eyes darting over the cluttered desk, the scattered clothes on the floor, the empty nightstand…nothing. No vibrator hidden away, no dildo tucked in a drawer. Just me and this burning need to be filled, fucked hard until I shatter.My hands moved on their own, sliding up under my shirt to cup my breasts. I squeezed them firmly, thumbs circling my hardening nipples, pinching until they sting with pleasure. A soft gasp escaped my lips as I continued kneading the soft flesh, feeling my pulse quicken but it wasn’t enough. The fire was spreading lower, I shifted on the bed, parting my thighs. Trailing my fingers down my stomach, dipping under the waistband of my panties. I started rubbing my clit in slow circles, the slickness already coating my fingertips. Then I pushed two fingers inside my pussy, thrusting them in and out, curling them against that