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
Oh man, I still can’t believe what went down yesterday. I’m sitting here, heart racing just thinking about it. I’m 27, single, and my apartment’s fuse box has been acting up for weeks. Finally called this electrician service—some guy named Jake shows up, mid-30s, built like a brick wall, sweaty from the summer heat, toolbox … Lire la suite
I still can’t believe how it all escalated after that stupid institutional gala. I’m Marie-Laure, 28, the director of this stuffy government office. Suited up, power heels, the works. And there he was—Pierre, the maintenance guy. Rough hands, faded work shirt clinging to his broad chest, that smirk like he knew exactly what I needed. … Lire la suite
I swear, I’ve been replaying this in my head all week. It was last Tuesday, right in the middle of my shift at the office. I’m Elodie, 27, single, and yeah, I get these wild urges sometimes. The AC unit crapped out—hot as hell in there, sweat trickling down my back under my tight blouse. … Lire la suite
I swear, workdays drag on forever, but today? Today was different. I’m sitting at my desk, fingers flying over the keyboard, when François leans over from his cubicle next door. He’s got that smirk, you know? The one that says he’s up to no good. « Hey, need a break? » he whispers, his breath hot against … Lire la suite
Oh man, I still can’t believe what happened at work today. I’m Sophie, 27, and yeah, I’m that girl who loves pushing boundaries, feeling every raw thrill. Picture this: late afternoon, office half-empty, I’m grabbing extra supplies from the storage room in the back. Door clicks shut behind me. Locked. No key inside. Panic hits, … Lire la suite
I swear, my heart’s still pounding just thinking about it. Last night, I met this guy at this dimly lit bar downtown—you know, the kind with sticky floors and that faint smell of spilled whiskey hanging in the air. He was tall, rough around the edges, with stubble that scratched just right and eyes that … 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 was home alone, hubby out on a business trip, and these builders were tearing up our backyard patio all week. Sweat everywhere, hammers banging, that dusty concrete smell hanging in the air. I’m 27, you know? Curvy, long dark hair, always in these tiny shorts when it’s hot like this. Today, this one guy—tall, … Lire la suite