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
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 was on my knees in the kitchen, the leaky faucet still dripping like a tease behind us, but who cared? This plumber guy’s rough hands gripped my hips, pulling me back onto his thick cock with every thrust. God, it was so fucking real, still fresh in my mind. I’m Olga, 27, and yeah, … Lire la suite
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
I swear, I still can’t believe it happened. I’m heading home from work, dead tired, pressing the button for that creaky old elevator in my apartment building. It’s one of those ancient ones, you know, with the rattling doors and that faint smell of dust and metal. Doors slide shut, and bam—there’s this guy already … Lire la suite
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 swear, I can’t stop thinking about Kléber from the office. That guy… he’s this smooth 32-year-old bachelor, tall, dark hair, always with that cocky grin. All the women there go weak—married, single, young interns, even the bossy 45-year-old in accounting. He’d flirt shamelessly, brush a hand on your arm during meetings, whisper shit that … Lire la suite
Oh man, I still can’t believe what went down yesterday at the office. It’s Felix’s birthday, right? My boss, this tall, goofy guy in his late 30s, always cracking lame jokes during meetings. He’s got this secretary—me, obviously—but he’d been dropping hints all week like I was some dude or whatever. Total mix-up from my … 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 swear, the smell hit me first—warm, yeasty bread rising in the air, mixed with that faint buttery sweetness that makes your mouth water. It was early morning, sun barely up, and I ducked into this little bakery down the street. I’m 27, single, and yeah, I crave that rush, you know? The kind where … Lire la suite