18+ Manwha

Initially, I think a little puppy wants to climb the social ladder with his good looks, but I later realize that his skills are… I blush in embarrassment when he asks me how I feel. Despite that, he doesn't let me off the hook. Instead, he keeps pushing me for an answer. "Do you like it, angel? You smell so good. You're so sweet and soft…"

หลังจากสามีออกไปทำงานต่างเมือง ทั้งบ้านจึงเหลือเพียงฉันและน้องชายของเขา ในคืนหนึ่ง เขายื่นแก้วนมให้ฉัน จากนั้นจึงทำเรื่องนั้นกับฉัน...

“I’m right here, so why are you using a toy? Come, let me satisfy you.” Keenly aware of the blue-collar men around me on the sleeper train, lust bubbled up in me. I was sweating so badly that my lingerie was drenched. I had no choice but to satisfy myself, but someone caught me in the act. An older man pulled my blanket aside and stared lustfully at me.

Maitê Fernandes, Krankenschwester, verbringt eine impulsive Nacht mit Rafael Valença, einem Magnaten in den Vierzigern und Besitzer eines Krankenhausimperiums. Dann kommt ein Angebot: ein Einjahresvertrag als Geliebte. Im Austausch gegen absoluten Luxus muss Maitê ihm exklusiv gehören und jederzeit für ihn im Bett verfügbar sein. Keine Kinder und keine Liebesversprechen. Sie nimmt an, wohl wissend, dass sie riskiert, sich in einen Mann zu verlieben, der nicht an ein „für immer“ glaubt. Rafael, geschieden und abgeneigt gegenüber dauerhaften Bindungen, ist überzeugt, dass ein Jahr ausreichen wird, um das überwältigende Verlangen zu stillen, das sie in ihm weckt. Zwischen Nächten voller Sex, die die Welt auslöschen, und einem Vertrag, der klare Regeln vorgibt, läuft die Frist vielleicht ab – doch das Gefühl, das entsteht, hält sich nicht an Klauseln.

“No… I can’t… Uh… My body belongs to my husband…” At the gym, I hired a personal trainer to work on my glutes. To make sure I was training my hips right, I wore a pink mini skirt with a hint of my plain white underwear peeking out from underneath. As if I wasn’t sensitive enough, the personal trainer lifted my skirt and pressed against my thighs. I felt a tingling sensation coursing through my body. The personal trainer tugged down my damp underwear. “Are you getting an itch you can’t scratch? Let me help you there.”

เพื่อนสาวในที่ทำงานชอบแวะไปร้านนวดสัปดาห์ละห้าวันเป็นอย่างต่ำ ทุกครั้งที่ไป วันต่อมาเธอจะมาทำงานที่ออฟฟิศด้วยสีหน้าแจ่มใสอย่างมาก ฉันอดใจไม่ไหวเลยถามเธอว่า หมอนวดที่ร้านฝีมือดีมากขนาดนั้นเลยเหรอ? สัปดาห์หนึ่งเธอถึงไปตั้งห้าครั้ง? เธอยิ้มและตอบกลับมาว่า ฝีมือของหมอนวดเก่งระดับไม่มีใครเทียบได้เลยล่ะ เธอลองไปนวดดูสักครั้งก็จะรู้เอง ด้วยเหตุนี้เอง ฉันจึงตามเพื่อนร่วมงานคนนั้นไปที่ร้านนวดที่มีชื่อว่า ‘ลุ่มหลง’ นับจากนั้นเป็นต้นมาฉันก็ถอนตัวออกมาไม่ได้เลย

My boss, who made me work overtime every single day, finally got what was coming to him. Somehow, he got connected to my new keyboard. It was like he was synced to it. His face flushed red, his eyes brimming with tears. "Don't type anymore," he begged. I just smiled and nudged the mouse. "Don't move the mouse either!" 'Do you expect me to just stop because you said so? Wouldn't that make me look pathetic?' I thought to myself. I kept working until midnight. Just as I was about to leave, I glanced down. The carpet at my boss's feet was soaked through. I figured he must have knocked over his glass of water.

“Sir, I beg you to let me go! Don’t touch me! No!” My voice broke into sobs. The stranger forced me into an uncomfortable position. I wanted to fight back, but he was too strong. Out of shame and confusion, I did everything I could to free myself from his grasp. However, the more I fought back, the more unsettled I became. Eventually, I lost my rationality.

I’ve always been someone with a strong, restless libido I can’t quite explain. I’ve never gone to a doctor about it, but I know myself well enough to realize it’s something that comes and goes in waves, especially when I'm ovulating. During that time of the month, I'd need to do it two to three times a day or my body would feel extremely uncomfortable. Normally, my tall, broad-shouldered husband would be the one to ease that ache and fill the emptiness in me. However, lately he’s been impossibly busy, away on business trips for weeks at a time…

"Ah… Mr. Carter, my legs can't spread any further…" My dance instructor, Cameron Carter, is in the middle of correcting my posture in the dance studio. He grabs me by my inner thighs while pressing on them forcefully. His actions drive my ticklishness to its peak. At the same time, I'm so acutely sensitive that I get wet instantly, soon drenching Cameron's hands with my juices.