OliviaI regret to inform you that we can't offer you the position.I replayed the email over in my head once more, and my heart clenched at the words. What was I going to do now? I was looking forward to working at the company. Now, I would have to find another sucky job for the summer. Standing at the bus stop, I screamed internally at myself for getting my hopes up, and I pulled my coat tighter. Small white flakes of snow fell from the sky, and I stared down at my phone, hoping it would distract me from the bad news and the weather. It was April in the city, yet it was still freezing outside. I groaned. This day just kept getting worse and worse. I just texted Danny about the bad news and awaited his response. He and I had been talking for a while now, and we were getting close. I hoped it worked out with him.My phone buzzed in my hand, and I quickly looked down at it, smiling to myself. Danny: Damn. I frowned at his response. Here I was, being

AllisonWARNING: MMF, DEGRADATION."Yeah? You want to fuck my slutty little cunt?" I stuck my tongue out at them, loving and enjoying the way their eyes shone with lust as they watched me with rapt attention while I pleasured myself."Yes. Fuck, go deeper," Daddy muttered under his breath. His hand continues to move up and down his length."Just like that, slut. Show us how bad you want us to fuck you," Master Hayes groans loudly. I've always loved how audible he is.I sink another finger into my opening a loud moan follows and I have to cover my mouth with my free hand. "Oh, fuckkkkk!" I exclaim slowly as I thrust my fingers into my wet pussy.The sounds of my soaking wet walls gripping my fingers, fill the room. And I'm too caught up in pleasure to notice when Zade gets out of his chair until he kneels between my legs. "You look so fucking good," his breath fans my opening and I withdraw my fingers when I know what's about to happen."Please, Daddy. Please touch me," I beg Zade desp

Trigger warning: BDSMCeline I told my boyfriend, Xander we could explore tonight. He knew I'd been wanting to experience more and push my limits. better to try it with.I trust him and we've been together for years now. And every time we made out, he never went further. Always stopped at foreplay and I could tell he was holding back.Tonight will be different. I want to feel all of him, and that can't happen if he's refraining from showing me all of him.Although there's something I never told him, I've never done this before. But there's no one else I'd rather spend my first time with. I swallow the lump that’s gathered in my throat, but it only grows in size. Xander drops the bag on the bed and climbs up. The mattress dips with his weight as he straddles my middle with his knees on either side, he grabs both my wrists with one hand and shoves them above my head. His jeans create heated friction against my naked flesh, causing goosebumps to erupt and multiply a

AtlasI watch my wife get ready for her stage appearance. She's the love of my life, my world.I chuckle and shake my head. “I have it on good authority that he’s obsessed with you and will continue to DM you perverted shit.”“Is that so?” She laughs. “Maybe I should start giving him private shows.”I nod. “I think he’d like that.” I wrap my hand around her waist and pull her closer. “Moment of honesty… I’ve always hated the way everyone looks at you on stage.” I lower my lips to hers, smearing her lipstick with a kiss. “I never interfered because I have the utmost respect for you, my love, but I always wanted everyone to know that you’re mine.”She lifts her hand to my face and cups my cheek. “I’m relatively certain that my wedding ring is visible even to those sitting in the back rows.”I smirk as I pull her dress up until I’ve got it bunched around her hips. “It’s not enough, darling.” I lift her on top of her dressing table and spread her legs. “As every man stares at you, I want t

CarolineWhat is it about danger that's so appealing? I should have known to stay away from him, I knew he was dangerous. Hell, he told me himself. But it only drew me closer to him. He was a bright flame that called out to my desperate heart, and I didn't stop moving closer until it was too late.When I got burnt.Maybe it was my submissive heart, or maybe it was the romantic one trying to find a way to thrive.His palms skimmed my legs, pushing my dress up until he found bare thigh. My skin danced with anticipation. His hands fit me so right, were the perfect roughness and the warmest heat. I suddenly didn’t know what I would do if I could never feel them again.He tugged the backs of my knees, pulling me closer until I straddled him.Chest to chest. Heartbeat to heartbeat. My pink dress to his black dress shirt and tie. We were so different, I realized then. Big and small. Hard and soft. Demanding and docile.We breathed each other’s air for a momentbefore he leaned in and ran his