I moan. I shouldn’t be doing this. I shouldn’t be fucking my stepfather. But God, his hands feel so good on my skin, and his cock feels like fucking heaven in my pussy. “Do you enjoy having Daddy’s dick inside your cunt?” he growls. “Yes, Daddy, yes!” I shout, urging…

In the darkness of the club, I let a stranger wrap a blindfold around my eyes. “Do you know your safe word?” he asks, putting his hands on my hips. I nod. “Vanilla.” “Good.” He pushes me up against the wall. I catch my breath as he pulls down my…

Dear Mr. Marshall, You said Dad would kill you if you ever touched me in a not-so-appropriate way. But come on, wouldn’t I be so worth it? You already know how gorgeous I am. …

“Ooh, we have a silver fox in the house,” Ivy says, nudging me. I look up, then feel my cheeks turn hot. Across the restaurant sits a man who is indeed a silver fox, but he’s not just any silver fox. He’s Mr. …

Dad’s friend may be a rich jerk who spends obscene sums of money on vases and is twice my age, but I can’t deny that I find him attractive with his messy auburn hair, those dark blue eyes, and the five o’clock shadow on his defined jawline. If he weren’t…

Is indulging in such a fantasy cheating? — When Chad is pushing his mediocre dick into me, he thinks I’m screaming for him. But the truth is I’m screaming for you, Daddy. We’re not related by blood, and you’re no longer with my mom, so it doesn’t feel that wrong to lust after you. But it still feels…

I’m a bit of an exhibitionist. As I sip my coffee in the kitchen, I look across the street. My neighbor is also sipping coffee in the kitchen. Our eyes meet, and I feel an electricity I haven’t felt since the divorce. He continues to sip his coffee, his eyes…

He unzips my skirt, baring my pink silk panties. He slides a digit under the silk, and this time, he’s the one teasing me because as soon as I begin to turn wet, he takes his finger off my clit — Read the first part here… I dry-humped Daddy’s best friend in his office Excitement pumps through my blood when Mr. Cunningham hardens under memedium.com “How expensive are those pants?” I ask. “Less expensive than the Ming vase you broke,” he says, playing with the buttons on my blouse.

My stepbrother does some fun things with a popsicle. “God, it’s so hot.” I wipe some sweat off my forehead as the bright sun shines down on me. I hope the heat is giving me a dewy glow and not making me look like a total mess. My stepbrother stares…