登録なしで無料で読む： 944 無修正の過激なストーリー。毎日更新、多くは実際の声のナレーション付き。
"And if I kissed you right now, you wouldn't scream?" he whispered directly into my ear, and his low voice sent a shiver racing down my spine. We were tucked in a corner of the banquet hall where the music was blasting and my friend Lena was spinning around…
The café smelled of wet wool and burnt espresso, and I was already regretting the walk over. Then I saw her. Maya sat by the window, rain streaking down the glass behind her, a damp strand of dark hair stuck to her cheek. She was nursing a cappuccino, but her…
“I can’t believe you’re on this train.” Mara’s voice cut through the clatter of the wheels, and I looked up from my phone. There she was, two rows ahead, half-turned in her seat, a slow smile playing on her lips. Five years since we’d ended things, and she…
The bus hauling the tour group back from the coast smelled like salt, hot plastic, and exhaustion. I'm Max, a dive instructor, and I was sprawled in the very last row when she—a tourist named Lena—suddenly slid over to sit next to me. Her sun-kissed thighs in…
The sauna was a small, cedar-lined room that smelled of eucalyptus and damp wood, and I’d been coming to these evening classes for three months just to stand this close to her. Maya, our instructor, moved through the heat with a grace that made my throat…
I was sitting in our bedroom in San Diego, the light from the window falling on the bed where Jake and I sleep every night. My phone camera was set up on a tripod, the red recording light already blinking. I ran my fingers over my smooth thighs, spread my…
Maya's hand found my thigh under the white linen tablecloth. The wedding band on her finger glinted in the tent lights as her fingers walked upward, slow, deliberate. We'd been married three years, but her eyes had that look tonight—the one from that first…
The sauna’s heat hit me like a second skin, wet and suffocating, and I watched a single bead of sweat crawl down the back of her neck, disappearing between her shoulder blades. Her name was Lena, and she was supposed to be just another shoot, but the way she…
屋上は熱いアスファルトとディーゼルの煙の匂いがし、眼下の街は生きた電線のようにざわめいていた。カメラは構えていたが、まだシャッターは切っていなかった。俺は彼女を見つめていた。 マーラはパラペットにもたれかかり、風が黒髪を顔に絡ませていた。彼女は…
「それで、おじさん、私を脱がせてくれるの？それとも『雰囲気を捉えているだけ』ってフリを続けるの？」と彼女は息を弾ませ、その言葉が唇を離れるか離れないかのうちにスタジオの敷居をまたいだ。 アンナは柔らかなスタジオの照明の真ん中に立っていた。薄い白い…
The wedding cake was a disaster. Three tiers of white fondant, and the top one was listing like a drunk sailor. I was staring at it, trying not to laugh, when I felt a hand on the small of my back. "Don't even think about it," a voice said, low and warm. "I…
The wedding tent smelled like roses and spilled champagne, and I was three drinks in when my boss grabbed my wrist. Elena Vasquez—my terrifying, immaculate, never-smiles-at-work boss—was wearing a burgundy dress that hugged her curves like it had been painted…
彼女の香水の鋭い香りが最初に私を襲った——ジャスミンと、雨上がりの温かい肌のような、もっと深い何か。ホテルのバーの向こうに彼女を見た瞬間、心臓が肋骨に打ち付けるように脈打った。エレナ。10年前の昔の同級生が、今ではタイトな…に身を包んだ、洗練された自信に満ちている。
The city hummed below us like a distant heartbeat, but all I could hear was the quick catch in Mia's breath as she looked at me. Her dark eyes locked on mine across the small table we'd dragged up here, full of that same hungry spark I'd felt every time she…
The moment I slid into the passenger seat of her rental car in the hotel parking lot, the air crackled. Elena’s fingers tightened on the wheel, her dark eyes flicking over me like she wanted to devour me right there. We hadn’t spoken since the breakup two…
The gym smelled of sweat and rubber mats when I locked the front doors at nine. Elena, the new bartender from the smoothie bar next door, had slipped in twenty minutes earlier claiming she needed to use the shower before her late shift. Her eyes had locked on…
The moment I locked the restaurant door behind the last customer, the air thickened. Lena stood by the dimly lit bar in her loose white robe, the thin silk clinging to her sweat-damp skin from the evening yoga class she'd just taught in the empty dining room.…
I could still taste her from five years ago. The second Elena stepped into the empty office, that old hunger slammed into me like stage lights hitting your eyes. She was an actress now, the kind whose face filled billboards, but tonight she wore a simple…
The shutter clicked again, and my cock throbbed against the thin fabric of my jeans as Lena bent forward on the velvet chaise, her short black waitress skirt riding up to bare the bottom curve of her ass. She was my favorite regular at the downtown diner,…
The moment Lila Mae locked the restaurant door behind the last customer, the air thickened with something electric. She was the new waitress from Georgia, all sun-kissed skin, honey-blonde curls pinned up messily, and that slow, sweet drawl that made my cock…
I saw her first through the rain-streaked windshield, thumb out on the empty lakeside road like she owned the storm. Elena was soaked, white blouse clinging to full tits, dark nipples hard against the fabric, her short skirt plastered to thick thighs. My cock…
The moment I stepped into the dim, cedar-scented sauna, my eyes locked on her round, glistening ass. Lena was bent over the top bench, towel barely clinging to her hips, that juicy booty I used to jerk off thinking about back in school now staring me down…
She looked at me like she'd already undressed me with her eyes. Her dark eyes, my boss's eyes, slid across my face, lingered on my lips, then slowly traveled lower, to the unbuttoned top button of my shirt. The photographer's studio smelled of coffee,…
「まったく、そのドレスは反則だよ、エレナ」ろうそくの灯る披露宴会場の向こうに彼女を見つけた瞬間、私はそうつぶやいた。 彼女が振り返り、シャンパングラスを豊かな唇のところで止めると、私たちの間の緊張が生きた電線のようにピンと張りつめた。シルクが体のあらゆる曲線に…