The Blowjob in the Car That Almost Scarred Me
I agreed to let him drive me home after the party, but when he parked in the darkness, I realized that night was going to put me to the test.
I agreed to let him drive me home after the party, but when he parked in the darkness, I realized that night was going to put me to the test.
I went into that empty construction site out of curiosity and came out with my mouth full, my legs trembling, and wanting the next one to come in.
After the goodbye kiss, I swore it would end there. But the next day he showed up at my house with a smile and a hunger to fuck me.
I went to work as a waitress for a few hours at a house with a pool, but the way they looked at me from the moment I arrived made it clear nobody wanted just a drink.
In the early hours, I felt her return to bed, breathing hard. When I turned around, I saw her touching herself beneath the sheet, thinking I was asleep.
I went upstairs to the bathroom with one of them, never imagining I’d leave trembling, satisfied, and still burning all over.
My friend closed the door, looked at the men in the living room, and said that anyone who wanted to fuck should step forward. I was already wet before it began.
The moment I opened the door, I kissed her hungrily. She trembled and called it crazy, but followed me upstairs without letting go of my hand.
I lowered the blinds, looked at myself naked in the mirror, and took a deep breath. I had never touched myself, but that afternoon I had one plan: to discover my body.
When she rang the doorbell and asked if I was alone, I knew she hadn’t come to talk about classes or her boyfriend.
When she opened the door in new stockings and a short robe, I knew there was no turning back—and that I was going to share her completely that afternoon.
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.
I went to that party swearing I wouldn't do anything, but when I was alone with him, I knew I wouldn't leave that room with a clean mouth.
I wasn’t ready for him to penetrate me, but when I pulled down his zipper and saw him hard in front of me, I knew I was about to cross another line.
She said she only wanted to swallow everything, but that Friday she discovered two more men wanted to use her too—without turns or patience.
I showed up unannounced, dressed to provoke. What I didn't expect was that my boyfriend's brother would make the most of every second we spent alone.
I arrived at the party determined to misbehave. I never imagined my lover’s older brother would be waiting—or that he knew exactly what I was hiding.
I invented a university assignment to get a soccer player alone, in shorts, and find out whether his legs were as incredible up close as they were on TV.
She was sixty-two, had a shameless smile and two beers in the fridge. I’d only gone to reorder her TV channels.
I thought the house next door was empty. When I looked up from my book and saw him on the balcony, I knew exactly what I was going to do with him.