The champagne flute slipped from his son's grasp mid-toast, shattering against the slate flooring with a violence that silenced the graduation party chatter. Amidst the startled gasps and hurried cleanup, Marcus Thorne's gaze lingered on the girl who caught Liam's elbow—raven-haired, sharp-boned, the tremor in her fingers visible only because he'd spent three decades reading micro-expressions across boardroom tables. Her name was Anya Petrova; Liam had introduced her months ago as his Russian Lit study partner. Marcus noted how her charcoal sweater dress clung to the ladder of her spine as she… Weiterlesen

The bathroom door clicked shut behind her, steam curling around her ankles like a reluctant ghost. Towel clutched loosely, water dripping onto the tiles, she froze mid-step. A faint cedar-and-cigarette scent lingered in the hallway—foreign, invasive. Her breath hitched. He wasn’t due for hours. Yet there his leather gloves sat, precise as surgical tools, on the marble console table she’d picked out last Tuesday. She padded silently toward the bedroom, towel tightening over her skin. The shower’s roar had masked his entry, masking too the soft scrape of a key turning in the lock—his key, thoug… Weiterlesen

The villa's gate groaned like a man shifting his weight after decades in the same chair. Beyond it, the scent of bougainvillea, thick and cloying, fought a losing battle against the salt tang rolling in from the Aegean. Richard Thorne, suitcase wheels crunching on the gravel, felt the divorce settlement heavy in his pocket – not papers, but the phantom ache where half his life used to be. Forty-eight, and suddenly the island breeze felt less like vacation, more like displacement. He found them poolside: his dghtr Chloe, bronzed and laughing, and beside her, a girl he didn’t recognize. She was… Weiterlesen

The elevator doors slid open on the 42nd floor with a soft chime that sounded like a cash register. Chloe stepped out, her reflection warping in the mirrored walls—a smudge of expensive blonde hair against the sterile chrome. She trailed the bellhop pushing the luggage cart piled high with glossy shopping bags, each one a promise wrapped in tissue paper. The corridor smelled of lemon polish and distant ocean, a scent she’d come to associate with transactions. Room 4217 was unlocked, the bellhop vanishing with a discreet nod. Inside, the suite sprawled like a stage set: floor-to-ceiling window… Weiterlesen

The brochure promised "rustic tranquility," but Jessica found the estate's main house smelled perpetually of cedar shavings and the ghost of last century's cigars. Her stepfather, Robert, had handed her the keys to his vintage Jaguar upon arrival—a gleaming apology for dragging her from campus—alongside the unspoken terms: she'd charm his associates while he finalized the coastal land deal. Jessica calculated the trade-off: three months of languid poolside cocktails and unlimited spa credits in exchange for playing hostess to men whose golf shirts cost more than her textbooks. She'd perfected… Weiterlesen

The scent of eucalyptus oil clung to the air, thick and medicinal, as Alexis pushed open the frosted glass door marked "Dr. Silas Vance, Chiropractic Wellness." Her usual post-Pilates glow felt different today—a low, insistent hum beneath her skin, anticipation coiling tight in her belly. She’d scheduled this "adjustment" knowing Silas’s hands wouldn’t just trace her spine. Last week, his knuckles brushing the waistband of her leggings hadn’t been accidental; the charged silence afterward, thick as the oil-scented air, was their unspoken agreement. Today, she wore nothing beneath her tight yog… Weiterlesen

The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead like trapped insects, casting a clinical glare over Professor Vance's cramped office where pinned Lepidoptera specimens seemed to watch with papery indifference. Maya shifted her weight, the squeak of her sneakers against linoleum uncomfortably loud as she hovered near the doorframe. "The uterine contractions during orgasm," she began, voice tighter than she intended, "you mentioned they could facilitate conception—" "Precisely." Vance cut her off smoothly, swiveling his chair toward her. His eyes, magnified behind rimless glasses, didn't leave hers as h… Weiterlesen

The front desk clerk hung the sign as Dominic locked the door from the inside- "closed for private function" is what it read to anyone casually passing by. Of course they had no way of knowing the private function was Dominic eating out my pussy in the sauna before moving to the Japanese clay baths and fucking me partially in and partially out of the mineral water. There was no point in putting on anything under the robe, but the introduction of slutty lingerie always made it more interesting for Dominic, aka Daddy. The black lace bikini style set was hitting my curves in all the right place… Weiterlesen

The dressing rooms were required to be kept spotless- not a single item out of place- and so when she entered to get ready for hair and makeup before heading into the studio she immediately noticed the package sitting on her chair. Placing down her purse and taking off her coat first, she picked it up and felt its light weight. There was no return address bu there didn't need to be- she recognized her producer's hand writing immediately. The card inside the box, once she removed the paper, read: For my princess' pussy, daddy loves you and can't wait to show you later". She smiled as she flippe… Weiterlesen

The gym was packed as Lili was finishing her workout. She had seen him go to the steam room when she was preparing for her last set and she wondered if he would still be waiting for her there if she left immediately. She had taught his kids tennis at the country club a couple of times over the summer, mostly as a substitute for the youth instructor. Lili mostly taught women, never men, but occasionally helped out where she could. She had felt his eyes on her as she was coaching the last bit of the lesson, and she knew he recognized her from the gym. He was fit, handsome, and he was also a succ… Weiterlesen

As Kristi sat at her desk, per pussy completely stuffed with the thick end of the toy, and the other side wrapper around occasionally vibrating her clit - she struggled to remember what her plans for the weekend were let alone what the next 15 minutes were going to look like. She had worked for Dr. Pascal since she left college two years earlier- the fact that he was a obgyn was neither here nor there when she accepted the offer to be among his assisting staff. She was fortunate to find a placement in the field and it was going to look great on her resume when she decided to move on or continu… Weiterlesen

At the end of the day, they both knew that the consequences of being caught could be dire. For Alena, she was certain that her father would never let her out of the house again, for Jason he would likely lose his job and never work on the continent again. But this seemed like something only possible in another world, as Jason unsnapped the buttons on the bottom of Alena's lycra and satin body suit. He touched his fingertips against the soft, bare, velvet cream texture skin of her pussy and she moaned slightly trying to stiffle it as he traced her entrance back and forth and back and forth, jus… Weiterlesen

Mr Richmond was always on time, and today was no different. As she began to tidy up in the living room in anticipation of his arrival when she saw the light on the nanny cam flicker to green- he was close. She was sure to wear the sundress that had showed up at her dorm two days before- from an anonymous admirer, the note had read, but clearly she knew better. She didn't want her roommates to know what was going on, why she had agreed to take on extra work even though she didn't need to and she barely had any spare time to begin with. That was something to keep to herself. The dress fit perfec… Weiterlesen

When she got the job, fresh our of college at 21, Jennifer knew that it was going to be unlike any other job she had prior to the completion of her early education and development education. Her minor in kinesiology was her true passion, far more than looking after offspring of wealthy people, but it was a shoe in and if she could put in some time and get a good reference- the hope was that she would get the opportunity to move onwards and upwards sooner than later. What she hadn't expected was all the perks of the position, or should she say "positions" she thought smiling to herself in the s… Weiterlesen

The polished brass door handle felt unnervingly cold beneath Damien's palm, a jarring contrast to the humid summer night clinging to his suit jacket. Inside, the air thickened instantly—scented with expensive cigars, spilled bourbon, and something far more primal: warm honey and crushed gardenias. His business partners, Carter and Finch, flanked him like eager hounds, their laughter brittle against the low thrum of bass vibrating through the marble floor. A hostess materialized from the velvet shadows, her smile a practiced curve devoid of warmth. "Gentlemen," she purred, her gaze lingering on… Weiterlesen

The fluorescent lights of Dr. Green's office always hummed like trapped insects, but that Tuesday, they felt like spotlights. Lacey shifted in the leather chair, her gaze drifting from the diplomas on the wall to the subtle curve of his mouth as he asked about her stress levels. Her own pulse thrummed louder than the lights when he suggested grounding techniques—*breathe deeply, focus on sensation*—and his knuckle brushed her knee "accidentally." Permission wasn't a word spoken aloud; it lived in the hitch of her breath when his fingers slid higher, in the way she didn't pull away as he knelt… Weiterlesen

It was not expected that she would be at the office ever, so when his secretary greeted her and she told the woman her name- there was no reaction indicating that this was out of the ordinary to received a client at this time. Except she was not a client- technically his wife was her client as she had been the one to hire Jennifer for the nanny position. She had no reason to bring the kids to their father's work so she was not recognizable, and this gave her some comfort - coupled with the lack of reaction. The night before as he was driving her home after her duties were finished things had… Weiterlesen

I scrambled to answer my phone as he held my legs apart, holding me in place as he tongued my bare pink pussy, fresh from the wax he has just applied and pulled expertly to remove the peach fuzz. The tripod was set up in the right position to document his every move as he pleasured my clit on the massage table. The first time his tongue had entered me as part of the service i had been shocked- but he was insistent that he did not do this for everyone, that it looked like I needed some intimate time. Coming to see my soon to be father-in-law for massage and physio had not even been my idea, but… Weiterlesen

Hi everyone, I just wanted to thank you for all the friend invites. I accept all of them as I am grateful for your interest- however there are just a few things worth pointing out: 1) i have over 100 messages per day in my inbox and I have a full-time job and life that I have to attend to, so I can't respond in detail to each one daily 2) Impatience expressed by name calling or vulgar derogatory language is the main reason that I will chop you- so please 3) Gifts and other tokens of generosity are accepted and are certain to prioritize a response. I am currently looking for a couple new toys… Weiterlesen

The Gulfstream's descent carved through layers of humidity, leaving condensation trails like hesitant promises on the oval windows. Below, the jungle swallowed any evidence of civilization whole, except for the raw scar of a landing strip and the improbable geometry of white buildings clinging to a crescent of beach. James traced a finger along the chilled champagne flute, watching emerald waves fold against sand the color of bleached bone. Beside him, Robert, his business partner, stifled a yawn into his fist. "Paradise, eh?" Robert murmured, the word tasting flat after fourteen hours of recy… Weiterlesen