Strangers

No one had ever sucked my cock in front of so many people. And the worst was still to come: what that shameless redhead would do to me at the last cove.

When she opened the apartment door and looked us up and down, I understood that our fantasy was no longer just dinner-table talk.

Camila was waiting for me with a party for thirty close friends. What I didn’t expect was finding a blonde in the shower or ending the night between two strangers.

She saw me get hard staring at her feet, smiled as if she already owned me, and made me follow her to the parking lot without letting me think.

He sat beside me when the theater was half empty, and within minutes my body had already said yes before my mind could.

I pretended to be drunk in the back seat, but when that stranger slipped his hand beneath my skirt, I stopped acting.

She went out looking for sex, but in that ATM booth she found a broken, filthy, dangerous man. What she did next was pure punishment.

I went into the sauna alone and came out trembling, with the taste of a strange couple still clinging to my skin and an unforgettable confession.

The air conditioning was broken, and the sweat was showing through my blouse. When I looked up, he was already staring at me in the rearview mirror.

When he slipped something warm into my hand after returning from the bathroom, I realized my red thong had come back with a secret that would ruin the rest of my night.

I put on those heels to impress my boss, but ended up on my knees before a stranger who read my desire better than I did.

We traveled to reunite, but a few drinks, a steamy dance, and a confession ended with us fucking without restraint.

I saw you alone at the end of the bar, drink in hand and wearing the look of someone asking for exactly what I wanted that night too.

The drunk ran off as soon as he saw the uniform, but she didn’t move an inch away. I realized the night was going to be a long one.

He walked me to the bus stop, carried my backpack, and I ended up dragging him behind the bushes to thank him in the dirtiest way possible.

When I saw the man hiding among the bushes, it was already too late to cover myself... and worse, I didn’t want to.

I took off my underwear before leaving, and when the car filled up, I knew I wouldn’t get off the subway the same way I’d boarded it.

I opened the door half-naked, with two toys still warm in the living room, and three strangers smelled my arousal before I said a word.

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.

I went back to the bar for my wife and found her far too comfortable between two truckers; that night, inside the motorhome, everything went wrong in the worst—and most exciting—way.