登録なしで無料で読む： 950 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 moment Elena walked into the converted warehouse studio, the air crackled. She was every inch the confident MILF—forty-two, curves poured into a tight black dress that hugged her heavy tits and round ass, dark hair tumbling over bare shoulders. Her green…
The moment I spotted her across the crowded reception hall, my cock twitched hard. Lena stood by the bar in a tight emerald dress that hugged every curve, especially that round, juicy ass I’d been staring at for months during our training sessions. She was my…
Every morning she appeared in my spacious apartment — the young maid named Alina. But today she showed up wearing a short black dress that barely covered her firm ass, with a white lace apron tied over it. I was sitting in my armchair with a cup of coffee…
The moment Laura stepped into my downtown photo studio, the air thickened with raw want. She was my married neighbor from two blocks over, the one I'd jerked off thinking about for months—curvy hips, full tits straining against her sundress, and that hungry…
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 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 storm rolled in fast, turning the narrow lakeside road into a slick mess of mud and rain. My beat-up truck fishtailed once too often, and I finally pulled over near an old cedar-shingled lake house. Lights glowed inside. I killed the engine, grabbed my…
シカゴでの会議は2日間もだらだらと続いていた。午後の休憩中、ホテルのロビーの向こう側に彼女を見つけた——リラ、5年前の元恋人だ。あの鋭い頬骨も、かつて私の膝を震わせたあの小悪魔的な微笑みも変わっていなかった。彼女は体にぴったりとした……を着ていた。
The sun was brutal that afternoon, turning the festival grounds into a shimmering haze of dust and bass. I’d been slinging drinks since noon, my tank top clinging to my skin like a second layer of ink. My arms were covered in colorful tattoos that glistened…
最後の客が去った後、パン屋の照明は柔らかな琥珀色の輝きに落とされていた。大理石のカウンターにはまだ小麦粉がうっすらと積もり、温かいバターとダークココアのかすかな香りが空気中に濃く漂っていた。私は静かなカチッという音とともに正面ドアに鍵をかけ、心はすでに…
新しい隣人が、丸めたヨガマットとあの自信満々の笑みを携えて私のドアに現れるとは思ってもみなかった。ジェイクは28歳、離婚したばかりで、先月引っ越してきてからずっと私をチラチラ見ていた。42歳の私は、その目が何を意味するかよく分かっていた。今日は思い切って…
巨大な石造りの暖炉の火は、最後の客たちが寝室へとぞろぞろと去っていく頃には、かすかに光る残り火になっていた。私はアスペンのロッジの床から天井までの窓辺に立ち、月光に照らされた雪を見つめながらバーボンを一口含んでいた。CEOとして…
JFKからLAXへの深夜便はすでに3時間遅延していて、乱気流が二日酔いのように機内を揺らしていた。ほとんどの乗客は照明が落とされた中でようやく眠りにつき、ブランケットを高く引き上げていた。私はコックピットのジャンプシートに座り、心臓はまだ激しく打っていた…
夜勤は私を完全にすり減らしていた。12時間にわたるモニターのビープ音、コードブルー、終わりのない書類仕事で、足はずきずきと痛み、魂は空っぽになっていた。午前3時、私は病院の小さな中庭へ通用口から抜け出した。どうしても5分…
裁判は過酷な3週間にわたって長引きました。陪審がようやく私たちに有利な評決を読み上げたとき、私は勝ち誇った気分になるべきでした。しかし、私は絞り切った雑巾のように感じていました。ペントハウスは、30階下の街の低いうなり声以外は静かでした。私は…を蹴り…
The kitchen was quiet except for the low hum of the ventilation fans and the occasional drip from the faucet. It was well past ten, the rest of the culinary school empty, but Elena had kept the ambitious new apprentice behind for a private session. I stood…
黒塗りのリムジンが、浅瀬を進むサメのようにダウンタウンの渋滞をゆっくりと進んでいた。外ではクラクションが鳴り響いていたが、スモークガラスの内側はすべてが静まり返り、期待感で満ちていた。私は向かいに座るエレナ・ヴォスと向き合っていた。彼女はこの4年間、私の弁護士を務めている。彼女は…
The downpour hammered the tin roof of the roadside café like it wanted in, and the second I locked eyes with her across the empty tables, my cock twitched hard against my jeans. She was soaked, dark hair plastered to her neck, white blouse clinging to full…
The moment I walked into the dimly lit massage studio, my cock was already half-hard. Lena, the curvy waitress from the café next door who moonlighted here on weekends, gave me that slow, knowing smile she always saved for regulars like me. Her short black…
The cramped fitting room of the boutique already smelled of expensive wine and male sweat. I was standing with my back to the mirror when his palm landed on my lower back, just a little lower than it should have. "Relax your shoulders, Dima..." the masseur…
The dim lights of the massage studio cast a warm glow over the polished wooden floors, and from the moment I stepped inside for my private session, the air crackled with unspoken hunger. Elena, my yoga teacher, had offered me this late-evening slot after…
Lara pulled the convertible up to the ancient gates of the Royal Stables. The evening sun gilded the rooftops, and the air smelled of hay and musk. Lesya stepped out first—a slender brunette in a long black evening gown with a plunging neckline. The fabric…
The moment the night train pulled out of the station, my wife Lena’s hand slid up my thigh under the thin blanket. Her green eyes sparkled with that filthy little smile I’d come to crave. We had the private sleeper compartment to ourselves, the low hum of the…
The moment I saw her step into my studio, the air thickened with raw want. Lisa, my married neighbor from two doors down, stood there in tight black yoga pants that hugged every curve of her juicy ass and a cropped tank that barely contained her full tits.…