Anal

She only wanted to ask an awkward question; that same night, she ended up in my bed, determined to discover what she could feel.

I thought it would be a discreet coffee, but when I saw her step out of the taxi with that smile, I knew she wanted much more than conversation.

Under the duvet, after making her come several times, she whispered that she wanted me to slowly open her ass without ever looking away.

I locked the door, left the lube on the nightstand, and finally decided to try what had secretly aroused me for years.

I was twenty-seven and hungry for everything. He had broad hands, gray eyes, and a cock that, that afternoon, still didn’t know it would be tasted before dawn.

She left the cake untouched, brushed against me under the table, and smiled as if she had already chosen how the night would end.

I’ve tried many ways of fucking, but nothing turns me on like being caught between two bodies determined to use me and pleasure me at the same time.

I saw him on the beach, we drank together that night, and when I closed the hotel door, I knew I'd end up on my knees sucking him without restraint.

I went into the cinema alone, heart racing, and within minutes I had a stranger’s hand on my ass and my eyes fixed on men fucking between the seats.

Bruno summoned me to Inferno with a clear order, and when the other man touched me on the dance floor, I knew I wouldn’t leave intact.

We came down from the stage laughing, but as soon as the apartment door closed, nobody wanted to keep pretending.

When I arrived at that house, I never imagined I’d end up naked among mature women, expert tongues, and a guest watching from the doorway.

When I knocked the trays to the floor, the door opened, and everything we'd planned turned into an afternoon far dirtier than expected.

It began with an indecent video call and ended at a private club where my wife decided to put no limits on anything.

I spread my legs beneath the table to provoke their looks, but I never imagined how far that night at the restaurant would go.

I went down to the parking garage with trembling legs, still sweaty, unaware that afternoon would end my fear of his desire.

The first time Lucía closed the door of that room, she thought she was finally choosing for herself. She was wrong.

We went downstairs to christen the pool alone, but our moans carried through the house, and the night ended far beyond anything I’d imagined.

I went for bread at dawn and ended up kneeling before a man who could read my fear, my desire, and the darkest part of my body.

He ordered me to wait naked, handcuffed, with a packed bag ready. I meant to say no, but my body had been begging for the opposite for weeks.