Sensual stories about passion and desire: first dates, hotel nights, chance encounters and long slow foreplay. Free, no sign-up. Now in this section: 62.
They'd been together for six months, but every time the apartment door clicked shut, the air thickened with a raw, almost tangible hunger. Anna stood at the window in a thin silk robe—nothing underneath. Her husband, Alex, came up behind her, wrapped his arms…
The ballroom glittered under crystal chandeliers, the air thick with expensive perfume and quiet laughter. I stood beside my husband, Richard, in my sleek black gown that hugged every curve just right. The silk felt cool against my skin, but my cheeks were…
The gallery had emptied hours ago, but the champagne buzz still hummed in my veins. My latest series—bronze figures twisted in raw, sensual poses—had sold out in the first forty minutes. Critics called it my most intimate work yet. They had no idea how right…
The wind howled outside the cabin like a living thing, driving thick flakes against the windows in a relentless white fury. Inside, the fire crackled warmly in the stone hearth, casting flickering shadows across the wooden beams and the stacks of manuscript…
The trial had dragged on for three brutal weeks. When the jury finally read the verdict in our favor, I should have felt triumphant. Instead I felt like a wrung-out rag. My penthouse was quiet except for the low hum of the city thirty floors below. I kicked…
The little sauna out behind the farmhouse was thick with steam and the earthy smell of fresh birch switches. Anna stood naked in front of her broad-shouldered neighbor, Jake. Her heavy tits rose and fell with every breath, nipples already pebbled by the heat…
The fluorescent lights were off, leaving only the faint orange glow from the streetlamps outside to filter through the half-closed blinds. I had stayed late again, finishing paperwork for the small accounting firm I managed. The building was silent except for…
The yacht rocked gently on the night sea, the harbor lights long behind us. Anna stood at the railing in a thin white dress that the wind pressed against her hips. She was thirty-eight, a widow for a year now. Next to her, too close, stood me—her neighbor…
The moment I stepped into that pitch-black hotel conference room for the late-night networking mixer, my cock twitched at the sight of her. Elena, my married neighbor from back home, stood alone near the emergency exit in a tight black dress that hugged her…
Lena had always thought of herself as a decent girl, but that sticky, sweltering evening changed everything. Her neighbor Greg—a solid, forty-something guy with a contractor's build—stood in the hallway looking lost. "Hey, Lena, the pipe under my bathroom…
I was just about to kill the lights in the gym when she stepped out of the women's locker room. Tall, in skin-tight leggings and a little crop top that barely covered her tits. Her hair was still wet from the shower, drops of water glistening on her neck. Her…
The reception hall glowed with soft string lights and the faint scent of jasmine from the centerpieces. I’d been nursing my third gin and tonic for almost an hour, watching couples spin on the dance floor. My best friend’s wedding had been beautiful, but I…
The moment I stepped into the quiet roadside massage studio, my eyes locked on her. Lena was a stunning stranger with sun-kissed skin, tight yoga pants hugging her firm ass, and a cropped tank that barely contained her full tits. The tension crackled…
The air smelled of fresh-cut grass and charcoal smoke from the grill. Lena and I were alone at the dacha—her husband and the guys had taken off to the store for beer, and I'd volunteered to help her make the salad. She stood at the table in a thin sundress,…
It was late — the kind of late where the station lights buzz lonely and the platform is all but empty. She sat with her legs slightly apart in the empty train car, feeling a familiar heat spreading between her thighs just from the sight of him boarding. He…
The little cabin sauna out behind the farmhouse was thick with steam, the air soaked with the sharp bite of oak branches and the raw smell of hot, naked skin. Marina, thirty-two, married, full-figured and proud of it, had come out alone to sweat the week off…
The moment I saw her across the crowded reception hall my cock twitched. Lena stood by the bar in a tight emerald dress that hugged her round ass and made her tits look ready to spill out. She was my regular client, the one whose glutes I’d been dying to grip…
The moment Lena saw him standing on the dock in nothing but faded swim trunks, the ache between her thighs flared hot and immediate. Sunlight slid over Marcus’s broad shoulders and the hard cut of his abs, and she knew this weekend at the lake house wasn’t…
The city lights glittered like scattered diamonds far below us, but all I could focus on was Lena’s tight little body pressed against the low concrete ledge of the rooftop. Her short black dress rode up her thighs as the warm night wind tugged at it, and the…
The moment I saw her across the crowded reception hall, my cock twitched with raw want. Elena Voss, my strict-as-hell boss, looked nothing like the ice-queen who ran our office with an iron fist. Her tight red dress hugged every curve, the deep slit flashing…
The city lights glittered like scattered diamonds far below, but all I could focus on was the way Lena’s short black dress hugged her ass as she leaned against the rooftop railing. My cock was already half-hard just watching her, the cool night breeze doing…
"Put some lotion on my back," I said, untying the top of my bikini, the straps falling to the sides. Alex set his book down, his fingers squeezing out cold cream onto my skin. His palms, rough and warm—so different from Sergei's—slid slowly downward. They…
The train swayed gently on the rails, a dark plain rushing past the window, and in the first-class sleeper cabin, only a dim blue nightlight glowed. I was lying on the lower bunk, my leg in a cast propped up on a special rest. Across from me, on the opposite…
The evening at the coastal hotel drowned in the heavy scent of salt and jasmine. The balcony door of the fifth-floor room was thrown wide open, and a warm breeze stirred the sheer curtains. I, Anna, sat in a light silk robe, bare feet on the cool tile. Next…