Lust Diaries - A Collection Of Steamy Stories
My dress was shoved up around my waist, my panties were gone, his hand covered my mouth so I wouldn’t make noise while his other hand pinned my wrists above my head as he moved slow and dirty, dragging almost all the way out then pushing back in until my eyes watered.
“Quiet,” he whispered against my ear, “Sophie is right down the hall.”
I should have pushed him off, I should have left, instead I spread my legs wider and let him ruin me.
That was how it started. Three weeks ago.
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I came in late after a party that night, my head fuzzy from too much alcohol. The key was under the frog by the side door, like always, and all I wanted was the couch and a glass of water.
Mr. Cole stood in the