I was scrolling through my phone last night, heart pounding, staring at this topless selfie I’d just edited. My skin glowed under the soft filter, nipples perky and shadowed just right, like I was owning every curve. I’d posted it on that artsy photo forum—y’know, the one for « feminine liberation through retouching »? Felt so freeing, … Lire la suite
Ugh, I’m so fucking annoyed right now. I just realized I lost my little spiral notebook—you know, the one with the blue ink scribbles, like that old William Sheller tune. It was my dirty little diary, full of my wildest hookups. Shit, the last entry? From Saturday night. I gotta spill it before I forget … 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
The leather seat stuck to my thighs as the limo hummed along the dark highway. I shifted, feeling the cool air from the vents brush my bare legs under this tight black dress. Ludovic sat across from me, his eyes locked on mine, that smug smile playing on his lips. My husband’s boss. The man … Lire la suite
I remember it like it was yesterday—our fifth anniversary dinner at that fancy Italian place downtown. Me, 28, feeling all sexy in my little black dress, no panties underneath because… well, we’d been talking about this fantasy for months. You know, the one where I get to play with another guy while my boyfriend watches. … Lire la suite
Oh man, I still can’t believe what went down last night at that little Italian spot downtown. Me and Jake, we’ve been married five years, but lately… shit, I’ve been craving something wilder. The wine was flowing, that deep red Chianti hitting just right, warm in my belly, making my skin tingle. The place was … 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
Oh man, I still can’t believe what went down last weekend. We were up at this cozy wooden chalet in the mountains—me, my boyfriend Alex, and our two other couples: Sarah and Mike, Lisa and Tom. It was Mike’s 30th birthday, so we rented the place for a weekend of snow, booze, and « relaxing. » The … 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