I swear, everything that went down last night feels like it happened five minutes ago. My thighs are still a little sore, and I can still smell his cologne mixed with sweat on my skin. Okay, so picture this: it’s Friday, I’m stumbling home from drinks with friends, heels clicking on the hallway floor of … Lire la suite
I stumbled out of the cab last night, heels clicking unevenly on the sidewalk, the cool night air hitting my flushed skin after way too many cocktails. My head was buzzing, that warm, fuzzy haze where everything feels a little too good. I fumbled with my keys in the dim hallway light, giggling to myself … Lire la suite
I still can’t believe it happened. Me and Jake, my asshole neighbor from across the hall. We’ve been at each other’s throats since I moved in six months ago. He’s this tall, ripped guy, mid-20s, with that messy dark hair and those piercing blue eyes that make you wanna punch him. Or something else. First … Lire la suite
His fingers dug into my hips, pulling me back onto him harder, that wet slap echoing in the dim room. Sweat dripped down my back, mixing with the musky scent of us—salty skin and that raw, tangy arousal hanging thick in the air. « Fuck, Mia, you’re so tight, » he groaned, voice rough like gravel, breath … Lire la suite
Oh god, I still can’t believe what happened last night. I’m sitting here, heart racing just thinking about it. My name’s Lena, 27, and yeah, I love sex—the raw, sweaty kind that leaves you shaking. But this? This was next level. It started with Jake, the cute neighbor kid next door. He’s like 22, all … Lire la suite