Strangers

The dress gleamed beneath the lamp, and she couldn't take her eyes off it. Before dinner, she was naked in my room, asking me to show her my world.

I never thought I’d let a stranger grope my ass in a crowd, but the kink won out—and I didn’t move his hand away.

I entered the hotel to escape the heat, but it was his voice that stripped me bare first and made me want to kneel.

I pretended to be scandalized, but I had spent years getting wet at the thought of spreading my legs in front of my husband and a stranger.

I told him I was going home, but I turned the car around before leaving the parking lot and went straight back to fulfill everything we’d spent weeks getting each other hot over.

I saw her walking at sunset, and when she spoke to me, I knew that night would be unlike any other in my life.

It began out of desperation; what came next was pure kink. The night I hid to watch, there was no turning back.

I’d had three whiskeys and no reason to go home when the amber-eyed redhead asked me to insure her night.

It began with an awkward argument in the car, but in the cinema line an unknown woman changed everything with a tension no one was supposed to notice.

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 entered the path holding a stranger’s hand, with my husband keeping watch outside and my skirt clinging to my thighs from sheer arousal.

I went down into the steam room horny as hell, my ass already throbbing. I never expected three strangers to split me apart that same afternoon.

I entered the hammam holding my husband’s hand and came out trembling, soaked, and with an image in my head that still turns me on.

I watched him disappear in the elevator and thought I'd made a fool of myself; when the bell rang again, I was still naked and hornier than before.

We locked eyes during the concert, and I saw nothing else that night. When he whispered in my ear in the bathrooms, I already knew he’d end up in my hotel room.

I walked two kilometers along the shore looking for someone who could make me forget my name. Beside the eucalyptus, I saw him lying there, with balls like a bull.

When she told me she had never seen a cock, I knew she would not return home that night the same woman.

I watched him stop beside the bench to tie his shoelace, and within seconds I stopped thinking like a runner and started looking like a horny man.

He sat beside me when the lights went out, and before midnight I was already imagining his hand sliding up beneath my dress.

When we saw the erection outlined beneath his swimsuit as he came out of the water, I knew that cove wasn’t going to end with a simple beer.