登録なしで無料で読む： 953 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。
The restaurant was dark except for the single spotlight over the corner booth, and the air still smelled of garlic and red wine. Elena leaned back against the velvet seat, her short black dress riding high on her thighs, while my camera felt heavy in my…
The moment Mark's hand slid up my thigh under the conference table, I knew tonight was going to be filthy. My pussy was already soaked just thinking about it. We'd talked about me being a total slut wife for months—flirting, teasing, maybe even fucking…
The moment I locked the front door of the downtown café, the air between us crackled. Sarah, my favorite waitress with those long legs and the wicked little smile she only gave me, had stayed behind tonight. “Office is empty upstairs,” she whispered, her…
The heat hit me the moment I opened the sauna door. She was already inside, sitting on the cedar bench with a thin white towel wrapped loose around her. Sweat beaded on her collarbone. Mara. My neighbor. Married to Rick, who was off on another business…
The moment Lisa stepped into my small home photo studio, the air thickened with raw want. She was my married neighbor, thirty-two, with sun-kissed skin, full tits straining against a thin white tank top, and those yoga pants that hugged her juicy ass like a…
The full-moon forest breathed heavy with pine and wet earth. Mara ran barefoot, her thin nightgown plastered to her sweaty thighs. She knew she was being watched. Two enormous wolves glided between the trunks, eyes blazing with golden fire. Her heart raced,…
The afterparty in the big downtown loft had long since blown past midnight. Floor-to-ceiling windows reflected the glitter of the city, and the air inside smelled of expensive wine, fresh paint, and the faint sweat of dancing. I was leaning against a tall…
The cabin lights had dimmed hours ago, leaving first class wrapped in soft blue glow and quiet hum of engines. I sank deeper into the wide leather seat, my silk blouse unbuttoned at the collar, heels kicked off somewhere under the footrest. The upgrade had…
テイスティングルームに入った瞬間、彼が目に入った。背が高く、黒い髪が額にちょうどよくかかり、真っ白なシャツが肩にぴったりとフィットしている。27歳の彼は、年配のソムリエたちが何年も前に失ってしまった、あの貪欲な飢えをまだ目に宿していた。私は…
舞踏室はクリスタルのシャンデリアの下で輝き、高級な香水と静かな笑い声で空気が満ちていた。私は夫リチャードの隣に立ち、すべての曲線を完璧に引き立てる滑らかな黒のドレスをまとっていた。シルクは肌にひんやりと心地よかったが、私の頬は…
雨がトタン屋根を叩きつけ、突き破らんばかりだった。風は古いレンジャー小屋の軒先で叫び、雨戸をガタガタと揺らした。嵐が本格化する前に、上のトレイルの点検から戻れたのはぎりぎりだった。制服はずぶ濡れで、体に張り付き…
The yacht party was in full swing above us, crystal glasses clinking and laughter spilling across the deck like champagne. I was the guest curator for the collector who owned this floating palace, dressed in a sleek black cocktail dress that hugged my curves…
私は三週間連続で証言録取書に埋もれていた。首は肩に溶接されたように固まり、座るたびに腰が悲鳴を上げていた。だから、会社から一流のメリディアン・スパの法人ウェルネスバウチャーをもらったとき、私は…
小屋の外では風が生き物のように唸り、容赦ない白い猛威で窓に厚い雪片を叩きつけていた。中では、石造りの暖炉で薪がパチパチと暖かく燃え、揺らめく影が木製の梁や積み重なった原稿の束に落ちていた…
The dental office smelled like cool mint and warm electronics. Soft blue lights glowed from the walls, and the chair itself looked more like a luxury lounge than medical equipment. I sat there gripping the armrests, heart hammering. New patient jitters always…
The tasting room glowed under soft amber lights, the last guests long gone. Crystal glasses still hummed with the echoes of laughter and clinking. I adjusted the silk of my black blouse, heart racing as I locked the heavy oak door behind the final patron.…
"God, the city lights look incredible from up here," I said, loosening my tie as I stepped into the penthouse office. The floor-to-ceiling windows reflected her silhouette against the glowing skyline. She turned from the glass desk, her tailored skirt…
The tantric yoga retreat had been my idea, a quiet attempt to reconnect with myself after years of dusty books and silence. At thirty-five, I felt like a librarian even in my own skin—neat, buttoned-up, always observing from the edges. Mark, the lead…
The fluorescent lights in the executive suite hummed low after everyone else had gone home. I was still hunched over my laptop, shoulders knotted so tight they felt like stone. Thirty-two years old, running a company that never slept, and tonight the numbers…
The evening in the woods smelled of pine needles and campfire smoke. My husband and I sat in the cramped tent, lit only by a flashlight and a couple of candles. After three days of a cold war on our camping trip, a glass of wine had finally broken the ice. I…
私はセヴァストポリの我が家のリビングに座っていた。夕日がバルコニーを金色に染めていた。私はジェーニャが大好きなあの黒いドレスを着ていた——体にぴったりとフィットし、深いネックラインで、その下にはレースのブラ、クロッチレスパンティ、そして薄手のストッキング。三脚に据えたカメラは…
I drove up to the lake for the weekend, just to get away from the city. The sun was already sinking toward the water when she walked through the gate of the house next door—Marina, the thirty-five-year-old wife of my summer-neighbor. Her light summer dress…
I was standing in the cramped fitting room of the yoga studio, holding a pair of thin leggings, completely unable to tear my eyes away from her legs. Anna, our instructor, had just stepped out of the shower after class, wrapped in a tiny towel. Her feet were…
「まさか…キリル？昔、ドア越しに私の胸をじろじろ見てたあのキリル？」彼女の低い声が結婚式の喧騒を切り裂いた。マリーナ。彼女の熟れた体にペイントしたようにぴったりと張り付くエメラルドグリーンのドレスを着て。彼女は近づいてきて、俺は…」