Lahat ng Kabanata ng Sweet Surrender: A Compilation Of Spicy Erotic Confessions : Kabanata 121 - Kabanata 130

I told my boyfriend, Ezra Kael, to record a video of himself stroking his cock, and he did it. I wanted him to give me a show because I was constantly horny, especially at work. He sent the video to me the next morning and my heart burst in jig as I hit play on the video. It turned out to be the most perfect solo masturbation show I have ever seen in my life.He begins by standing topless in front of the mirror in the bathroom. A lovely big mirror to show off his taut body to perfection. No need to crane my neck to see those beautiful dips just above the muscles on his hips, or to appreciate the view of his strong neck and shoulders, or the way he gently smiles at himself while he flexes his pecs. It’s all there on display. A full view of power, beauty, and bare skin. He’s wearing jeans and a belt. A big, thick belt that somehow enhances the whole effect, hinting at the fatness of the cock that is already beginning to swell beneath the denim.He moves his hands to the buckle of the be

From the first moment I saw Mei-Lin at her parents’ housewarming party, I wanted her.No, I badly wanted to fuck her.She was twenty, vibrant, completely intoxicating, and entirely off-limits.Helena and I had been married for five years, together seven. We had talked about kids, but she convinced me to wait. Mei-Lin was younger than me, engaged to Victor, and the daughter of a potential client. Every warning bell in my head screamed to stay away, and every nerve in my body burned to touch her.I should have been paying attention to Mr. Nakamura, learning about his business, thinking strategically about contracts or future clients.But I couldn’t. Mei-Lin was all I saw. Her dark, petite frame moved with effortless grace, and her large, black eyes seemed to pierce through everything else. I couldn’t stop imagining what it would feel like to hold her, to taste her, to have her pressed against me.I excused myself from the group, trying to hide the growing erection in my trousers. “Up t

“Do you really have to go tomorrow?” Ricky curled his arms around my waist as I stood at the sink. “You were away last week on business, and the week before.”“I’m sorry.” I stared at our reflection in the darkened window as I scrubbed a pan. His head was beside mine, flopping hair falling forward as he nuzzled my neck. “I don’t want to go, but…” I sighed.“But it’s a big deal and you’ve nearly closed it, I get it.”“I know you do, and I’m grateful. Perhaps when I get the promotion it won’t be so crazy, I won’t have to go away so often.”“Fingers crossed, huh.”I tipped my head and closed my eyes. His bare chest was hot on my back, his body strong and solid, a brick wall. Ricky was my rock, always had been, since the first moment I’d seen him four years ago on the opposite side of a tennis court.He’d booked to have a match with a friend, so had I. Fate had played her cards. Destiny had worked her magic. Neither of our friends had shown up—worse than usual London traffic—so we’d banged

A slick of pre-cum coated my tongue. He tensed, his breaths were ragged, his expression slack. Suddenly his control seemed to slip. He dragged me up to my feet and backed me against the window. I was no match for his big strong body and rigid determination. Next thing I knew I was pressed against the cool glass and being hoisted higher, his cock angling toward my pussy. I trembled in anticipation of him penetrating me. And when he did, my entire body clenched as I wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. I still had my socks on. I didn’t care. We kissed but our lips didn’t seem to be under our control. Sensation was all that existed, our bodies joining. He pounded into me, the way he had before, with gusto. His hips lifting me higher, higher still. “Ricky,” I gasped. He did

[ A lésbian woman seduces and fúcks her coworker's straight wife to prove a point and ends up enjoying it.] I've been a lésbian for as long as I can remember, and I’ve never hidden it. I fúck women with fire in my veins, and I crave the ones who are deliciously out of reach or secretly off-limits.I am a lésbian, loudly, unapologetically, and with a reputation I earned the hard way. I have fúcked women who were mistakes, women who were married, women who taught me things I still think about in quiet moments, and women who ruined me just enough to make me crave the next one harder.You may consider me a slút, but I’m not. I’m just a woman who fúcking loves other women, especially the pretty ones.Parties are my natural habitat, especially holiday parties, when everyone dresses up and pretends they are not hoping to be wanted. I love watching people look at each other, imagining what they want to do, and imagining what they could never do with me.I love parties, particularly holiday p