Lahat ng Kabanata ng Naked Desires (an erotica collection): Kabanata 101 - Kabanata 110

Chris and I had been close coworkers for years, sharing every sexual story — except my bisexual urges. I’d sucked a guy off long ago and still fantasized about it. I was definitely attracted to Chris — tall, well-built, and hung.I’d joked a few times about “getting why some guys go gay,” but he always shut it down. Even when I hinted at a threesome where I’d suck him, he wasn’t interested.One night his wife was away and he invited me over to hang out and play games. We started smoking weed right away, getting nicely lit in our casual shorts and tees.We played games, laughed at everything, then moved to porn. We had similar tastes and kept showing each other clips. Eventually I pulled up black cock worship videos — some gay ones mixed in.Chris said, “That’s crazy.” I paused, then replied, “Yeah… but I don’t mind watching some of it.” He stayed quiet.We both were getting horny watching the porn. He found one that had like ten minutes of massive black cocks shooting loads onto wh

“Fuck.” Rachel stared at her phone in the hotel room. Another lonely business trip, another boring night. The steamy romance novel she’d bought at the airport wasn’t helping the growing ache between her legs. It had been weeks since her breakup, and she was horny. She decided to head down to the hotel bar. Slipping into a cocktail dress and heels, she felt good as heads turned when she walked in. She ordered a glass of wine and soon a well-dressed man named Grant slid onto the stool beside her. They flirted easily. He was older, confident, and exactly her type. Then he leaned in and asked directly, “How much?” Rachel froze. He thought she was a hooker. The idea sent an unexpected thrill through her body. Instead of correcting him, she played along. “Five hundred.” Grant grinned. “Excellent. Let me hit the ATM.” When he returned, they headed upstairs. In his room, he handed her the cash. Rachel’s heart raced as she slipped it into her purse. This was crazy — but exciting.

I kneel tall before you. I take your foot with my hands. I lift it up towards me and massage it. I firmly work your heel and instep. I massage where your toes lead to your foot. I stare. I savor. "Will you let me taste all of you?"I lift higher and kiss... I kiss your toes. I kiss and lick to top of your foot and glide my tongue to your toes. I kiss. I suck you.You feel my tongue control your toes and my breath warm your feet. "I love every single piece of you. I'm so lucky."I suck your toes, one and a time, and together while my other hand grabs your other foot and massages it as I did your first.I bring your feet together, your legs raised up, your butt and pussy feeling the cool air as your feet are warmed by me. I get closer to you and the back of your legs press against me.I hug your legs to me and kiss down your feet to your calves. I lick them. I massage them. I nibble.My hand rubs down your legs, front and sides. Back. I hold your legs together and tight against me and

The passion they were generating was far sexier than anything he had felt recently with his wife. Now he could see the appeal of swinging. It gave you a new experience with a new body, and the primal lust brought into the forefront was refreshing and new. Fucking someone for the first time was always better than the thousandth time. “Fuck, you’re so goddamned sexy, Kathy,” he hissed. Her pussy accepted his fingers without a problem and she started to take her own clothing off. Once his pants were down she pushed him back towards the bed. Stripping off her bra and panties, she was perfectly naked in front of him, her sexy breasts and hips swaying as she approached him. The door to the bedroom opened and Brad almost called out to shut it, but then he realized that part of the fun was other people watching. Kathy climbed onto the bed with him and immediately deep throated his hard cock. The feeling of a different woman’s mouth on him was incredible and he moaned loudly. Grabbing her

The walls of her pussy were tender and her clit was throbbing when Lameka finally stopped her onslaught, and she felt like she was floating. Her skin tingled, like her nerves had been brought to the surface, and she felt alive despite all that she'd been through. “What's next?” she asked Patrick, injecting a note of defiance into her voice. He smiled and began to adjust the ropes, giving her some slack, then he disappeared from her line of vision. He reappeared a moment later holding a nipple chain with steel clamped at both ends. He also held a brush that Yvonne had come to learn was for drawing against the skin to make it more sensitive. He caressed her breasts lovingly, cupping and squeezing them, drawing the pads of his thumb across the nipple, then he replaced his hand with the brush. It was a pretty stiff one, and he concentrated on her nipples and areolas, pressing harder with each brush stroke, so that her nipples ached slightly when he eased the clamps over them. The pain