性爱故事： Toilet

I pressed my thighs together in the dim rocking carriage, heart hammering as Mark’s eyes kept sliding over me like he was already picturing me naked. God, the tension was killing me. The night train f…

我踏进按摩工作室赴约的那一刻，空气里弥漫着陈旧的燥热。莉娜站在前台后面，穿着紧身黑色工作服，勾勒出我曾膜拜过的每一道曲线。……

“马克，你要是跟不上，我发誓把你扔在登机口。” 莉娜的声音像鞭子一样划破拥挤的机场贵宾厅。她站在那里，穿着挺括的白衬衫和紧身铅笔裙，……

The moment I stepped into the lake house for the weekend party, my eyes locked on Sarah. She was my married neighbor, thirty-eight, with sun-kissed skin, full tits straining against her thin summer dr…

The moment Jake stepped into the dimly lit office after closing, the air felt thick with something unspoken. Sarah, the petite waitress from the café downstairs who always lingered after delivering hi…

The restaurant had been closed for twenty minutes, but the heat between us refused to die down. Mark’s hand kept sliding up my thigh under the white tablecloth all through dinner service, teasing the …

城市在我们三十层楼下嗡嗡作响，一片闪烁的灯火与远处的警笛，但我唯一能聚焦的是埃琳娜的身体。她赤身站在屋顶边缘，身上只有溅落的颜料……

The moment I zipped the tent flap shut behind us, the air thickened with raw want. Sarah, the curvy waitress from the trailhead café who’d somehow ended up on this same last-minute hiking trip, presse…