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I remember the heat of that Breton sun baking my skin as I pitched my tent at the edge of the camping site. Kids splashing in the waves nearby, but me? Single mom, 28, nursing a lukewarm beer from the cooler, feeling that itch for something wild. My little one’s napping in the trailer, and … Lire la suite
I found out about Mark’s affair on a Tuesday night. His phone buzzed on the nightstand, screen lighting up with her name—some chick from his gym. I grabbed it, heart pounding like a drum in my chest. Messages popping: « Can’t wait to feel you inside me again. » Sweat beaded on my forehead, that sour taste … Lire la suite
Okay, so picture this: I’m at my desk, sipping crappy office coffee that smells like burnt rubber, when Jake from accounting leans over the cubicle wall. « Hey, Sarah, you hear about the poll? » His grin’s all sleazy, eyes dipping to my ass as I stand to grab files. I’m 27, tight pencil skirt hugging my … Lire la suite
It was just after six, two weeks till Christmas, and the office was a ghost town. I’d co-founded this place with Thierry nine years ago—back when we were young, ambitious, and yeah, already eyeing each other like prey. Now at 28, with the holiday lights twinkling outside the windows, I was wrapping up reports in … Lire la suite
Oh man, I finally dit fuck it to that lacy prison between my legs this morning. First time ever going to work without panties. The cool air hit my bare pussy as I walked from the car to the office, and… god, it was electric. Every step, that slight breeze teasing my lips, making them … Lire la suite
I swear, my heart was pounding when Aristide Lamprois brushed past those morning hellos, nodded at me—his secretary—with that polite smile, and slipped into his office. Door clicked shut. I lingered by my desk, smoothing my skirt, feeling that familiar heat building between my thighs. We’d been dancing around this for weeks—stolen glances, his hand … Lire la suite
His thick cock slammed into me from behind, the hotel bed creaking under us, wet slaps echoing off the walls. Sweat dripped down my back, his hands gripping my hips so tight I could feel the bruises forming already. « Fuck, Corinne, you’re so tight, » he groaned, breath hot on my neck, that musky cologne mixing … Lire la suite
Okay, girls, gather ’round the coffee machine. It’s that time of the week—pause café, no bosses around. Sarah’s smirking, Lisa’s got that glow, and me? I’m still sore from last night. We’re the single squad in this mid-sized firm, no rings, no drama, just spilling tea on our wild fucks. « Spill it, Emma, » Sarah says, … Lire la suite
I swear, girls, there’s this one thing us ladies gotta take dead seriously—it’s about our health, our sanity, everything. Orgasms. Real, mind-blowing ones. Not the fake ones we settle for. I just lived it last night, and fuck, I’m still shaking. It started at that dive bar downtown. I’d had a shit week—stress from work … Lire la suite
I remember it like it was yesterday—Christmas Eve, snow falling outside my window, but my apartment felt like a fucking furnace. I’m 28, married but bored as hell, and he’s my secret—the guy from work I’ve been texting dirty shit to for months. Adultère vibes, you know? Stealing moments from our shitty routines. We couldn’t … Lire la suite