My Boots Made Me Come Again
I put on my boots just for the cold, but as soon as I felt the rubber tightening around my legs, I knew I’d end up soaking them inside again.
I put on my boots just for the cold, but as soon as I felt the rubber tightening around my legs, I knew I’d end up soaking them inside again.
Every morning I pretended to look at her face, but I lived for her tits; the day she spoke to me, I knew there was no turning back.
The cashier gave me a strange look as she rang up the cucumbers, carrot, and eggplant. She had no idea where they’d end up a few hours later.
I closed the bathroom window so I wouldn't repeat my mistake, but when someone knocked on the glass, I knew he had been thinking about me all night too.
I came home from the beach trembling from the effort, but what truly left me breathless were his hands and what I imagined doing with them on my body.
The second time, she didn’t emerge from the shadows to shout or run away: she came out with her dress open and said she’d been waiting for me for weeks.
When I climbed down from the wall, he was waiting with his cock in his hand and a calm smile, as if he knew exactly what I was going to do.
Renata slept pressed against my back in a thong while I was naked. When she opened her eyes, I knew that morning wouldn’t end as it should.
I was only going to sell him a wet thong, but when he gave me his first order, I was already spread-legged, trembling, and eager to obey.
I never forgot the afternoon when her fingers left the keys, moved down my stomach, and made me come without stopping the lesson.
I brushed her cheek, and she closed her eyes. When she opened them, my hand was still there because I didn’t want to move it either.
The smell between my thighs already had me burning, but I never imagined who would use that fetish to bring me to my knees.
I thought that night had been a one-time thing—until they invited me home and I learned they still wanted to use me, watch me, and make me come again.
I had spent months watching her through the window, but the day she knocked on my door, I realized she had been waiting for me too.
I knew I’d have to masturbate silently all vacation—until Andrés began describing the scene and the fantasy slipped between my legs.
The moment he dropped him at his building, he knew he wouldn’t make it home without touching himself. He parked in the first dark spot he found and lowered his hand to the bulge in his trousers.
It began with an order in front of the mirror and ended on his knees, spreading his legs and begging me to take him much further.
She thought she was alone in her private cove. Hidden behind the dunes, I memorized every curve of her body before the waves dressed her again.
I knew what we were getting into before we even got in the car, but I let myself be carried along anyway. The secluded chalet, the empty pool, and two men who couldn’t take their eyes off me.
I’d gone three months without writing a decent line. What I never imagined was that my writer’s block would be cured from the most unexpected side of my own body.