I can’t believe I’m telling you this, but… fuck, it was insane. Last night, everything changed with my husband Mark, me, and his son Jake from his first marriage. Jake’s 22, I’m 28—we got married two years ago, and he’s always been around, staring a bit too long at my tits when I bend over … Lire la suite
The engine roared like a beast under us, tearing through the dark Poitou backroads. Rain slicked the windshield, wipers slapping frantic. I was sprawled in the passenger seat, skirt hiked up, panties long gone. Jax’s hand gripped my thigh hard, fingers digging in as he floored it. In the back, Mia—barely 18, wild-eyed runaway like … Lire la suite
I swear, I can still feel it. His thick cock sliding in and out of my pussy, slow at first, that wet squelch every time he bottomed out. I’m Azzurra, 27, from a tiny village near Naples. Guys back home always said I was too trusting, too eager to please. Like, I’d smile and say … Lire la suite
I still feel the ache between my legs, you know? Like, it was his birthday last night, and I wanted to blow his mind. We’ve been together two years, always talking dirty about our fantasies—threesomes, watching each other, that raw trust. So I planned it. Texted this hot girl from the gym, Mia. She’s 27, … Lire la suite
Oh man, last night was my husband’s birthday, and… fuck, I still feel it everywhere. We’d been talking about this for months, you know? Those late-night whispers where he’d get rock hard just imagining me with another guy while he watched. « Serve us, » I’d tease him, and he’d groan, « Yes, baby, anything. » So I made … Lire la suite
I swear, last weekend was insane. I’m Patricia, by the way—26, Welsh girl from this tiny village near Cardiff. My mum runs a B&B, and this hot French guy, Christian, checks in for a holiday. Tall, tanned, with that cheeky grin and messy dark hair. I figured he’d be bored out of his mind, so … Lire la suite
I swear, my heart’s still racing from last night. It started with this guy, Alex, we met on this app—you know, the one where everyone’s just horny pixels at first. We’d been texting for weeks, filthy stuff. « Show me how wet you get thinking of my cock, » he’d type, and I’d snap pics, thighs slick, … Lire la suite
Oh man, today was my 27th birthday, and my husband… he’s always got these wild ideas that get my heart racing. He blindfolded me right after cake, his fingers lingering on my cheeks, whispering, « Trust me, baby, this gift’s gonna blow your mind. » I giggled, feeling that familiar tingle between my legs, the room smelling … Lire la suite
I still can’t believe what Hélène pulled off for my birthday. I’m 27 now, and she’s always been the wild one, you know? That girl lives for the rush, the heat between bodies. She texted me last week: « Pack nothing. I’m handling your birthday. Trust me. » So I did. She picked me up blindfolded, giggling … Lire la suite
I swear, last night was insane. Me, Sarah, 27, chilling at my best friends’ place—Jake and his girl Mia. We’ve been tight forever, like family, but with all their drama lately. Jake’s been stressed from work, Mia’s pissed about his late nights, and I’m just there to play peacemaker with wine and tunes. Their apartment … Lire la suite