Threesomes & Orgies

We went in looking for a gangbang and there were only two men sitting there in towels. They had no idea how lucky they’d just gotten.

Connor didn’t speak a word of Spanish, so when I started stripping my wife in front of him, he didn’t understand a thing until it was already too late to leave.

The phone rang after midnight. It was her, but she didn’t say a word: she just turned the camera so I could see, in the dim light of that car, what she was doing.

When I went back to the kitchen for the ice, my best friend was on her knees in front of one of the guys. And the others were right behind me.

We accepted the rules without fully knowing what we were surrendering to: an island, several masters, and the promise that a no would always be a no. The rest was up to desire.

I didn’t know their names; we only knew we worked for the same company. Two hours later I was naked between the six of them, determined not to regret a thing.

She heated up half the group of foreigners from the pool, and when one of them stopped in front of my lounger I knew that summer wouldn’t be about restraint.

She went down to the stage just to dance. When the leash holding that man dropped to the floor, I knew none of us would control what came next.

They went in looking for a new dildo and ended up kneeling in a dark booth, not knowing how many hands were touching her or how many mouths were waiting their turn.

I dressed in my plainest clothes so I wouldn’t give anything away. What I didn’t count on was that I wouldn’t be alone in that apartment—and that I was still the same girl as before.

I went down to the living room in a thong, knowing he was watching me from the other sofa. Through the wall, my friend was streaming live with her boyfriend. And all I could think about was which door to open that night.

We were two lesbians on holiday looking for one last night together; I never thought a simple kiss would end with everyone tangled up on the same sofa.

I agreed to go to a country house, hours from my city, to give myself to a group of men I didn’t know. I never thought I’d like it so much.

A week after the party I was still thinking about them. So I wrote to all of them, put on my shortest dress, and went to the house where I knew nobody would interrupt us.

When Daniela asked whether I’d brought the toy, I knew that night in my empty house was going to end far from where I thought I was in control.

I ordered a soda because they wouldn’t let me drink, and that same night an entire group of strangers decided I was the center of their private party.

I went down to the water in the black bikini they’d chosen for me. Three men waited in the dim light, and I knew exactly why.

When Mariana came downstairs changed, followed by her friends, I knew that office gathering wasn’t going to end like any other evening among acquaintances.

The email arrived without a sender: the queen was smiling, her face covered in cum and the crown still on. Then I understood why the same kind of girl always won.

I’d spent forty years waiting to take part in an election. No one warned me I’d end up naked, chasing a stranger among overturned ballot boxes.