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Stormy Encounters

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The storm hit without warning, a violent tantrum of nature that sent the trees outside the cabin’s windows thrashing like wild beasts. Rain lashed against the glass, each drop a tiny hammer pounding on the fragile barrier between us and the chaos outside. Leo and I had been on our way back from a weekend getaway—a rare escape from the demands of our lives. We’d stopped at this remote cabin for a night, thinking it would be a quaint detour. Now, it felt like a fortress under siege.

I stood by the window, my breath fogging the glass as I watched the world dissolve into gray. My heart pounded, not just from the storm’s fury, but from the sudden realization that we were trapped. No cell service, no power, just the two of us and the howling wind. I turned to Leo, who was stacking firewood by the fireplace, his broad shoulders tense with focus.

“We’re really stuck here, aren’t we?” I asked, my voice trembling slightly.

He looked up, his dark eyes meeting mine. “For now. But we’ll be fine. We’ve got food, a fire, and each other.” He smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. I knew he was worried too.

I crossed the room, my bare feet sinking into the soft rug. The cabin was cozy, with its wooden beams and flickering candlelight, but the isolation felt suffocating. I sat beside him, my thigh brushing against his. “What if the storm doesn’t stop? What if we’re here for days?”

Leo’s hand found mine, his fingers lacing through mine with a familiarity that still made my heart flutter. “Then we’ll make the most of it. We’ve got time, Carol. Time to talk, to laugh, to…” His voice trailed off, and I felt his gaze on me, heavy and hungry.

I swallowed hard, my chest tightening. Time. That was what I feared most. Time to think, to feel, to confront the things I’d been running from. Leo’s presence was both a comfort and a challenge. He saw me—all of me—and it terrified me.

“Carol,” he murmured, his thumb brushing the back of my hand. “You’re shaking.”

I pulled my hand away, standing abruptly. “I’m fine. Just cold.” I wrapped my arms around myself, though the cabin was warm. The fire crackled, casting dancing shadows on the walls.

Leo stood too, his movements deliberate. “You’re not fine. You’ve been distant all weekend. What’s going on in that beautiful head of yours?”

I turned away, my cheeks burning. “Nothing. It’s just… this place. It’s so quiet. So… exposed.”

He stepped closer, his body heat enveloping me. “Exposed isn’t always a bad thing. Sometimes it’s freeing.” His fingers tilted my chin up, forcing me to meet his gaze. “Tell me what you’re afraid of, Carol.”

I laughed, a bitter sound. “Afraid? Me? I’m not afraid of anything.”

His eyes narrowed, and I saw the challenge in them. “Liar. You’re afraid of me. Of what I make you feel.”

My breath hitched. “That’s not true.”

“Isn’t it? You’ve been running from this since the day we met. From me. From us.”

I shook my head, my voice barely a whisper. “I’m not running.”

“Then stop hiding.” His hand slid to my waist, pulling me against him. I could feel the hardness of his body, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. “You’re not just a businesswoman, Carol. You’re not just a pretty face or a body to be admired. You’re a woman with desires, with fears, with…” He paused, his lips brushing my ear. “With a cunt that gets wet at the sound of my voice.”

My breath caught, my body flushing with heat. His words were like a strike of lightning, raw and unfiltered. I tried to pull away, but his grip tightened.

“Don’t,” he growled, his voice low and commanding. “Don’t pretend you don’t feel it. Don’t pretend you don’t want me.”

I closed my eyes, my chest heaving. “I do. But—”

“But what? You’re afraid of losing control? Of letting go?” His lips found mine, hungry and demanding. I resisted for a moment, then melted into him, my hands tangling in his hair. His kiss was fierce, his tongue probing deep, tasting me, claiming me.

When he pulled back, I was breathless, my lips swollen. “Tell me what you’re afraid of,” he whispered, his forehead resting against mine.

I shook my head, tears pricking my eyes. “I’m afraid of needing you too much. Of wanting you so badly I forget who I am.”

He smiled, a soft, tender expression that made my heart ache. “You’ll never forget who you are, Carol. Because I’ll remind you. Every time I touch you, every time I taste you, every time I fill you up.”

His words sent a shiver down my spine, my body aching with need. I stepped back, my hands trembling as I unbuttoned my blouse. “Then remind me, Leo. Remind me who I am.”

His eyes darkened, his gaze devouring me as I revealed my lace-covered breasts. “You’re mine, Carol. My beautiful, curvy, insatiable woman.”

I let the blouse fall to the floor, my skin tingling under his scrutiny. “Prove it.”

He didn’t hesitate. With a growl, he closed the distance between us, his hands gripping my hips as he lifted me onto the edge of the table. The wood was cold against my bare skin, but his touch was fire. He knelt between my legs, his breath hot against my thigh as he pushed my skirt up, baring me to his gaze.

“So fucking beautiful,” he murmured, his fingers tracing the curve of my hip. “Your body is a work of art, Carol. Every inch of you is perfect.”

I bit my lip, my cheeks flaming with embarrassment and desire. “Leo—”

“Shh. Let me show you.” His lips pressed against my inner thigh, his beard scratching my skin in a way that made me squirm. His hands slid up my legs, his thumbs brushing the sensitive flesh of my thighs. I was already wet, my core throbbing with anticipation.

“Spread your legs for me,” he commanded, his voice rough with need.

I obeyed, my hands gripping the edge of the table as I opened myself to him. His breath ghosted over my pussy, making me shiver. “Such a pretty cunt,” he whispered. “So plump, so pink. I could eat you for hours.”

His words sent a jolt of heat through me, my clit pulsing with need. I arched my back, pressing myself closer to his mouth. “Please, Leo. Please touch me.”

He chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound that vibrated against my skin. “Impatient, aren’t we? But you’re right. I’ve kept you waiting long enough.”

His tongue flicked out, tracing the seam of my lips before delving deep inside me. I gasped, my head falling back as he lapped at me with slow, deliberate strokes. His hands held my hips steady, his touch firm but gentle. I was drowning in sensation, my body tightening like a coil ready to snap.

“Leo,” I moaned, my voice thick with pleasure. “Fuck, that feels so good.”

He hummed against me, the vibration sending sparks through my core. His fingers joined his tongue, sliding inside me as he sucked my clit into his mouth. I cried out, my hips bucking against him. He held me firm, his mouth relentless as he devoured me.

“That’s it, baby,” he murmured between licks. “Let go for me. Let me taste your sweet pussy.”

His words pushed me over the edge. My body shook as I came, my juices flooding his mouth. He drank me down, his tongue never stopping as I rode out my orgasm. When it finally subsided, I was trembling, my breath ragged.

He stood, his eyes blazing with hunger. “Your turn to remind me who I am.”

I smiled, a wicked, wanton expression that felt foreign yet exhilarating. “Gladly.”

I pushed him back, my hands unbuckling his belt. His cock sprang free, thick and hard, the head glistening with pre-cum. I licked my lips, my gaze never leaving his. “You’re mine, Leo. My strong, dominant man.”

He groaned, his hands tangling in my hair as I sank to my knees. “Fuck, Carol. Do what you want with me.”

I smirked, my fingers wrapping around his shaft. “I intend to.”

I took him in my mouth, my lips sliding down his length as I hummed in pleasure. His cock was a perfect fit, filling my mouth as I sucked him deep. His hands tightened in my hair, his hips thrusting slightly as he fought for control.

“Slow,” he warned, his voice hoarse. “I want this to last.”

I obeyed, my tongue swirling around the head of his cock as I bobbed my head up and down. I teased him, my lips tight around his shaft as I sucked and licked, driving him wild. His breath came in sharp gasps, his body tense with need.

“Fuck, Carol,” he groaned. “You’re going to make me come like this.”

I pulled back, my eyes meeting his. “Not yet. I’m not done with you.”

I stood, my hands guiding him to the couch. He sat, his eyes dark with desire as I straddled him, my breasts brushing his chest. I positioned myself at the entrance of his cock, my core aching with anticipation.

“Ready?” I whispered, my hands on his shoulders.

He nodded, his gaze locked on mine. “Fuck me, Carol. Ride me.”

I sank down, his cock filling me inch by inch. The sensation was overwhelming, his thickness stretching me as I took him all the way in. I paused, our eyes locked, our breaths mingling.

“You feel so good,” I murmured, my voice trembling.

“Move,” he commanded, his hands gripping my hips.

I began to ride him, my body rising and falling in a slow, deliberate rhythm. The friction was exquisite, his cock sliding in and out of me as I ground against him. The sound of our bodies meeting, the scent of sex and sweat, filled the cabin, drowning out the storm outside.

“Harder,” he growled, his hands urging me faster.

I obeyed, my hips snapping against his as I rode him with abandon. My breasts bounced with each thrust, my nipples tight and aching. His hands slid up, cupping my breasts as he squeezed and kneaded, his touch sending jolts of pleasure through me.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he groaned, his voice thick with need. “Your pussy is milking my cock, squeezing every drop out of me.”

His words sent me spiraling, my body tightening around him. I cried out, my head falling back as I came again, my walls clenching around his cock. He followed, his hands gripping my hips as he thrust up, his cock pulsing deep inside me.

“Fuck, Carol,” he roared, his voice echoing through the cabin. “I’m coming. I’m coming so hard.”

His release was intense, his cock jerking as he filled me with his cum. I rode out his orgasm, my body shaking as we came down together. When it was over, I collapsed against him, my breath ragged, my heart pounding.

He held me close, his lips pressing against my hair. “You okay?”

I nodded, my voice muffled against his chest. “More than okay. I feel… seen.”

He smiled, his hands stroking my back. “Good. Because you are, Carol. Every part of you. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

We stayed like that for a while, the storm raging outside as we found solace in each other’s arms. The cabin felt less like a prison and more like a sanctuary, a place where we could be raw, real, and unapologetically ourselves.

As the fire crackled and the rain pounded against the roof, I realized that being trapped wasn’t about fear or isolation. It was about connection, about facing the storm together and emerging stronger on the other side.

And with Leo by my side, I knew we could weather anything.

The Price of Debt

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I stared at Jim, my husband of twelve years, as he sat hunched over on the edge of our bed, his broad shoulders shaking with silent sobs. The man I’d once been head over heels for—the one with the easy smile and the way of making me laugh until my sides ached—was a shadow of himself. His brown hair, usually neatly combed, was disheveled, and his eyes, red-rimmed and desperate, met mine only briefly before dropping to the floor. The air in our bedroom felt heavy, thick with the weight of unspoken words and the stench of desperation.

“Melissa,” he began, his voice hoarse, “I fucked up. I fucked up so bad.”

I sat beside him, my hand hovering in the air before I thought better of it and let it fall back into my lap. The distance between us wasn’t just physical; it was emotional, carved out by years of his gambling, his lies, and the slow erosion of trust. But tonight, something was different. Tonight, there was fear in his eyes—real, bone-deep fear.

“What is it, Jim?” I asked, my voice steady despite the knot twisting in my stomach. “What did you do this time?”

He took a deep breath, his hands clasped tightly between his knees. “The debts… they’re worse than I thought. I tried to pay them off, I swear I did, but…” He trailed off, his voice cracking. “They’re coming for me, Mel. Nick… he’s not playing around this time.”

Nick. The name sent a chill down my spine. Nick was the loan shark Jim had been dealing with for months, maybe years. I’d heard whispers of his name in Jim’s late-night phone calls, seen the panic in his eyes whenever it came up. But I never imagined it would come to this.

“What does he want?” I asked, my heart pounding.

Jim’s eyes met mine, and what I saw there made my blood run cold. “He wants… he wants you.”

The words hung in the air, sharp and jagged, cutting through the silence like a knife. My breath caught in my throat, and for a moment, I couldn’t speak. “Me? What the fuck does that mean?”

He looked away, his jaw clenched. “He said… he said if I can’t pay, he’ll take something else. Something valuable. And he wants… he wants you to sleep with him.”

The room spun. My chest tightened, and I felt like I couldn’t breathe. “You’re joking, right? This is some sick joke?”

“I wish it was,” he whispered, his voice breaking. “He said if you don’t… if you don’t do it, he’ll break my legs. He’ll ruin me, Mel. I can’t… I can’t let that happen.”

I stood up, my legs trembling, and paced to the window. The streetlights below cast a pale glow on the sidewalk, and I watched as a couple walked by, laughing, their arms wrapped around each other. How could their world be so normal when mine was crumbling?

“You’re asking me to sleep with another man,” I said, my voice flat, devoid of emotion. “To let some stranger fuck me because you can’t stop gambling?”

“I know it’s horrible,” he said, his voice pleading. “I know it’s the worst thing I’ve ever asked of you. But I don’t have a choice, Mel. And neither do you. Not if you want me to walk out of this alive.”

I turned to face him, my hands balled into fists at my sides. “And what happens after? What happens when I do this? Do we just… go back to normal? Pretend like nothing happened?”

He shook his head, tears streaming down his face. “I don’t know. I don’t know what happens after. But I can’t lose you, Mel. I can’t lose everything.”

I laughed, a bitter, hollow sound. “You already have, Jim. You lost me a long time ago. This… this is just the final nail in the coffin.”

He looked up at me, his eyes desperate. “Please, Mel. Please. I’ll do anything. Anything to make it up to you.”

I felt something inside me crack—a mix of anger, pity, and a strange, twisted sense of loyalty. I didn’t want him to get hurt. I didn’t want to see him broken, both literally and figuratively. But the thought of sleeping with Nick, of letting another man touch me, was repulsive. Humiliating.

“Fine,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “I’ll do it. But this is the end, Jim. After this, we’re done. You hear me? Done.”

He nodded, his shoulders sagging in relief. “Thank you, Mel. Thank you. I promise, I’ll make it up to you. I’ll change. I’ll stop gambling, I’ll—”

“Save it,” I snapped, cutting him off. “Just… make the arrangements. And tell Nick I’ll do it. But I’m not doing it here. Not in our bed.”

He nodded again, his face pale. “He said… he said to meet him at his place. Tonight.”

I took a deep breath, my hands trembling as I smoothed down my dress. “Then I’ll go. But this is the last thing I ever do for you, Jim. The very last thing.”

Nick’s place was a sleek, modern apartment in the heart of the city, the kind of place that screamed money and power. The doorman gave me a once-over as I entered, his eyes lingering on my figure before he nodded and stepped aside. I ignored him, my heart pounding in my chest as I made my way to the elevator.

The apartment was on the top floor, and when the doors opened, I was greeted by the sound of jazz music and the faint scent of expensive cologne. Nick stood in the doorway, a smirk playing on his lips as he took in my appearance.

He was taller than Jim, with dark hair slicked back and eyes that seemed to see right through me. His suit was tailored, his shoes polished, and there was an air of danger about him that made my skin crawl.

“Melissa,” he purred, his voice smooth as silk. “Come in. I’ve been expecting you.”

I stepped inside, my stomach churning. The apartment was immaculate, with floor-to-ceiling windows offering a panoramic view of the city. Nick closed the door behind me and gestured for me to sit on the couch.

“Drink?” he asked, heading to the bar.

“No,” I said, my voice steady despite the turmoil inside me. “I’m not staying long.”

He chuckled, pouring himself a glass of whiskey. “Oh, but I think you’ll want to stay awhile. After all, you’re here to settle Jim’s debt. And I intend to collect in full.”

I crossed my arms, trying to maintain some semblance of control. “Just get it over with. I’m not here for small talk.”

Nick took a sip of his drink, his eyes never leaving mine. “Such a feisty one. Jim didn’t tell me that. But I like it. Makes things more… interesting.”

I felt a flush creep up my neck, but I refused to look away. “Just do what you came here to do, Nick. And let me leave.”

He set his glass down and took a step toward me, his presence looming large. “Oh, I will. But first, let’s make one thing clear. You’re here because Jim owes me. And I don’t take kindly to being rushed. So, you’ll do as I say, when I say. Understood?”

My heart hammered in my chest, but I nodded, my pride warring with my fear. “Understood.”

Nick’s smirk widened, and he reached out, his fingers brushing the strap of my dress. “Good girl. Now, let’s get started, shall we?”

His touch was electric, sending a shiver down my spine. I wanted to pull away, to tell him to go to hell, but the look in his eyes—cold, calculating, and hungry—made me freeze.

“Stand up,” he commanded, his voice low and commanding.

I did as he said, my legs feeling like lead. Nick stepped closer, his hands moving to my waist, his touch firm but not gentle. He turned me slowly, his eyes raking over my body like I was a prize to be won.

“You’re even more beautiful than Jim described,” he murmured, his breath hot against my ear. “Such a waste that he couldn’t keep you in line.”

I bit my lip, anger bubbling up inside me. “Don’t talk about him,” I snapped.

Nick laughed, a dark, mocking sound. “Oh, but I will. Because he’s the reason you’re here, isn’t he? Because of his mistakes, his failures. And now, you’re paying the price.”

His words cut deep, and I felt tears prick at the back of my eyes. But I refused to let him see my pain. Instead, I straightened my spine, meeting his gaze with a defiance I didn’t feel.

“Just get it over with,” I said, my voice shaking.

Nick’s smirk returned, and he stepped back, gesturing to the bedroom. “After you.”

I followed him, my steps heavy, each one feeling like a march to the gallows. The bedroom was just as opulent as the rest of the apartment, with a king-sized bed dominating the room. Nick closed the door behind us, the click echoing in the silence.

“Take off your dress,” he ordered, his voice brooking no argument.

I hesitated, my hands trembling as I reached for the zipper. Slowly, I lowered the dress, letting it pool at my feet. I stood there in my lingerie, feeling exposed and vulnerable.

Nick’s eyes darkened with desire, and he took a step forward, his hands moving to the straps of my bra. “You’re even more stunning than I imagined,” he murmured, his fingers brushing my skin.

I flinched at his touch, but he ignored it, his hands skilled as he unhooked my bra and let it fall away. My breasts were exposed, and I crossed my arms over them, trying to cover myself.

“Don’t hide,” he said, his voice sharp. “You’re here to be seen. To be used.”

His words were like a slap, and I felt a surge of anger mixed with humiliation. But before I could respond, he reached out, grabbing my wrists and pulling my arms down. His gaze was intense, his breath coming faster as he took in my body.

“Such a perfect body,” he growled, his hands moving to my hips. “Jim didn’t deserve you. But I do. And I’m going to enjoy every inch of you.”

I tried to pull away, but he was stronger, his grip unyielding. “Let me go,” I hissed, my voice trembling.

Nick laughed, a low, cruel sound. “Not a chance. You’re mine now, Melissa. And I’m going to take what’s owed to me.”

He pushed me back onto the bed, and I landed with a thud, the air knocked out of my lungs. Before I could catch my breath, he was on top of me, his weight pressing me into the mattress. His hands roamed over my body, rough and demanding, as he kissed me fiercely, his tongue invading my mouth.

I tried to push him away, but he was relentless, his lips bruising as he devoured me. His hands moved to my panties, tearing them off with a sharp tug. I gasped, my legs kicking weakly as he pulled back, his eyes dark with lust.

“Such a tight little cunt,” he muttered, his fingers tracing my folds. “I can’t wait to fuck it.”

I felt a surge of panic, my heart racing as he positioned himself between my legs. His cock was hard, pressing against my thigh, and I knew there was no escape.

“Please,” I whispered, my voice breaking. “Please don’t do this.”

Nick’s eyes flashed with anger, and he grabbed my wrists, pinning them above my head. “Don’t beg,” he snarled. “You’re here because you chose to be. Because Jim couldn’t pay his debts. So shut up and take it.”

His words were like a knife, cutting through my last shreds of resistance. I closed my eyes, tears streaming down my face as he thrust into me, his cock filling me completely.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his voice thick with pleasure. “You’re so tight. So fucking tight.”

I bit my lip to keep from crying out, my body tensing as he began to move, his hips snapping forward in a brutal rhythm. Each thrust was deep, relentless, and I felt like I was being torn apart.

“Look at me,” he commanded, his voice harsh.

I opened my eyes, meeting his gaze, and saw the cruelty there, the satisfaction. He was enjoying this—enjoying my pain, my humiliation.

“That’s it,” he growled. “Look at me while I fuck you. While I take what’s owed to me.”

I wanted to look away, to close my eyes and pretend this wasn’t happening. But I couldn’t. I was trapped, both physically and emotionally, and all I could do was endure.

Nick’s pace quickened, his thrusts becoming more urgent. His hands gripped my hips, bruising as he pulled me onto him, his cock burying itself deep inside me.

“You like that, don’t you?” he taunted, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “You like being fucked by a real man. Not that pathetic gambler you married.”

I shook my head, tears falling silently. “No,” I whispered. “I don’t like this. I hate this.”

Nick laughed, a dark, mocking sound. “Liar. Your cunt’s dripping wet. You’re loving every second of it.”

I wanted to deny it, to tell him he was wrong. But even as the words formed in my mind, my body betrayed me. Despite the humiliation, despite the pain, I felt a coil of pleasure building deep inside me, unwanted and unwelcome.

Nick sensed it too, his eyes narrowing as he watched me. “That’s it,” he growled. “Come for me, you little slut. Come on my cock.”

His words were like a spark, igniting the tension inside me. My breath hitched, my body arching off the bed as I climaxed, my walls clenching around him.

“Fuck,” Nick groaned, his thrusts becoming frantic. “That’s it. Milk my cock, you filthy cunt.”

I cried out, my voice muffled as I buried my face in the pillow. The pleasure was overwhelming, a mix of shame and release that left me trembling.

Nick followed soon after, his body stiffening as he came, his cock pulsing inside me. “Yes,” he hissed, his voice strained. “Take it all. Take every fucking drop.”

He collapsed on top of me, his breath coming in ragged gasps. For a moment, we lay there, his weight heavy on me, the silence thick with the aftermath of what had just happened.

Finally, he rolled off, sitting up and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He looked down at me, his expression unreadable.

“Get dressed,” he said, his voice cold. “You’re free to go.”

I nodded, my body aching as I pushed myself up. I reached for my dress, my hands shaking as I pulled it on. Nick watched me, his eyes lingering on my body before he turned away, heading to the bathroom.

I stood there, my mind reeling, as the reality of what had just happened sank in. I’d done it. I’d let another man fuck me, let him use me to settle Jim’s debt. And now, I was broken—emotionally, physically, and spiritually.

When Nick returned, he handed me a piece of paper. “Here’s the address for Jim’s new place. He’s been relocated. You can go to him now.”

I took the paper, my hands trembling as I looked at it. “Thank you,” I said, my voice hollow.

Nick smirked, his eyes cold. “Don’t thank me. Thank Jim. He’s the one who put you in this position. And remember, Melissa, debts always come due. One way or another.”

I nodded, turning to leave. As I walked out of the apartment, I felt a numbness settle over me, a detachment from the world around me. I’d survived, but at what cost?

The elevator dinged, and I stepped inside, my reflection staring back at me in the mirrored walls. I looked the same—my brown hair, my brown eyes, my pretty face. But inside, I was shattered, a shell of the woman I’d once been.

And as the doors closed, I knew one thing for certain: this was the end. The end of my marriage, the end of my trust, and the end of the woman I used to be.

What came next, I didn’t know. But one thing was clear: I would never be the same again.

Sensual Surrender

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I lay on the massage table, my skin still buzzing from the earlier encounter with the paperhanger, now my lover. His name was Ethan, and he had this way of making me feel like the most desirable woman in the room, even though I was a 54-year-old psychologist with a life filled with listening to other people’s problems. But with him, I wasn’t Dr. Ava, the therapist. I was just Ava, a woman who craved touch, pleasure, and the raw, unfiltered connection that came with it.

Ethan had just finished hanging the wallpaper in my study, his broad shoulders and strong hands making quick work of the task. I’d been watching him, unable to tear my eyes away from the way his muscles flexed under his tight work pants. He caught me staring and flashed that sly grin of his. “You like what you see?” he asked, his voice low and teasing.

“I do,” I admitted, my cheeks warming. “But I think I like what’s underneath even more.”

He laughed, a deep, rumbling sound that made my stomach flutter. “Well, if you’re done admiring the view, maybe I can show you something else I’m good at.”

Intrigued, I followed him into the living room, where he’d set up a massage table earlier. “You’re a masseur too?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Among other things,” he said, his grin widening. “Lie down, Ava. Let me show you what these hands can really do.”

I did as he instructed, my heart pounding with anticipation. The table was firm but comfortable, and the scent of lavender oil filled the air, calming my nerves. Ethan dimmed the lights, leaving only the soft glow of a few candles to illuminate the room. The atmosphere was intimate, almost sacred, and I felt my body relax as he began to work.

His hands were warm and firm, starting with slow, deliberate strokes along my back. I closed my eyes, letting out a soft sigh as the tension melted away. He was skilled, his touch both gentle and commanding, like he knew exactly where I needed him most. His fingers kneaded the knots in my shoulders, and I felt myself sinking deeper into the table, my breath coming in shallow gasps.

“Relax, Ava,” he murmured, his voice a whisper against my ear. “Let me take care of you.”

I nodded, my body already surrendering to his touch. His hands moved lower, tracing the curve of my spine, his fingertips brushing the edges of my robe. I shivered, the sensation sending a jolt of desire through me. This wasn’t just a massage anymore; it was something more, something primal and intoxicating.

Ethan’s breath was hot against my skin as he leaned closer, his hands wandering further, his touch deliberate and intent. He untied the belt of my robe, letting it fall open, exposing my bare skin to the cool air. I felt vulnerable, but also incredibly alive, my senses heightened as his hands glided over my body.

“You’re so beautiful, Ava,” he whispered, his lips brushing my shoulder. “So responsive.”

I bit my lip, my body arching slightly as his hands moved lower, his fingers tracing the curve of my hips. His touch was electric, sending sparks of pleasure through me. I felt my muscles tighten, my breath coming in short, jagged bursts.

“Ethan,” I gasped, my voice barely audible. “What are you doing to me?”

He chuckled, his hands moving lower still, his fingers dipping dangerously close to the edge of my panties. “Just enjoying the view,” he said, his voice thick with desire. “And maybe teasing you a little.”

I groaned, my body thrumming with need. “Teasing me?” I managed, my voice trembling. “I think you’re killing me.”

He laughed again, his hands finally slipping beneath the elastic waistband of my panties. I gasped, my hips bucking slightly as his fingers brushed against my core, his touch light and teasing. “Oh, I’m just getting started,” he said, his voice a low growl.

His fingers moved slower now, deliberate and intentional, his touch sending waves of pleasure crashing over me. I felt my body respond, my muscles clenching as he traced the sensitive flesh, his thumb circling my clit with excruciating slowness. I moaned, my head falling back as the pleasure built, my body on the edge of something explosive.

“Ethan, please,” I begged, my voice desperate. “I need—”

“Shh,” he whispered, his lips brushing my ear. “Let me take you there, Ava. Let me make you feel it.”

His fingers plunged inside me, his touch firm and demanding, and I cried out, my body arching off the table. He moved with purpose, his rhythm steady and relentless, his thumb still circling my clit, driving me closer and closer to the edge. I felt my breath quicken, my body tightening like a coil, the pleasure building to an unbearable pitch.

“Ethan,” I gasped, my voice a whisper. “I’m—”

“Come for me, Ava,” he growled, his voice commanding. “Let go.”

And I did. My body shattered, the orgasm ripping through me like a tidal wave, my cries echoing through the room. My muscles clenched around his fingers, my body trembling as the pleasure washed over me, wave after wave of bliss. Ethan’s name was a mantra on my lips, his touch anchoring me as I rode out the storm.

When it finally subsided, I lay there, breathless and boneless, my body still buzzing with the aftermath. Ethan’s hands were gentle now, stroking my hair, his lips pressing a soft kiss to my shoulder. “You’re incredible,” he murmured, his voice filled with awe.

I smiled, my body still tingling. “That was—”

“Not done yet,” he interrupted, his grin wicked. “I told you, I’m just getting started.”

Before I could respond, he was moving, his hands guiding me to turn over. I did, my body still lax from the orgasm, and found myself staring up at him, his eyes dark with desire. He loomed over me, his body lean and muscular, his work pants straining against the bulge I’d admired earlier.

“Now it’s my turn,” he said, his voice a low purr.

I felt a thrill of anticipation as he began to undress, his movements slow and deliberate. His shirt came off first, revealing a chest dusted with dark hair, his muscles defined and powerful. I licked my lips, my gaze dropping lower as he unbuckled his belt, his pants sliding down his hips to reveal a pair of tight boxer briefs that did little to hide his arousal.

“You like what you see?” he asked, his grin mischievous.

“Very much,” I admitted, my voice husky.

He stepped out of his pants, kicking them aside, and then his boxer briefs followed, leaving him completely naked. My breath caught at the sight of him, his cock thick and hard, standing proud against his body. He was beautiful, his skin flushed with desire, his eyes locked on mine.

“Your turn to lie back,” he said, his voice a command.

I did as he instructed, my body still buzzing with anticipation. He joined me on the table, his weight pressing me into the soft cushion, his lips finding mine in a hungry kiss. His mouth was demanding, his tongue tangling with mine as his hands roamed my body, his touch possessive and urgent.

I moaned into his mouth, my hands gripping his shoulders as he kissed his way down my neck, his lips trailing fire in their wake. His hands moved lower, cupping my breasts, his thumbs brushing my nipples, making them pebble with need. I arched into his touch, my body craving more, my breath coming in short gasps.

“You’re so responsive, Ava,” he murmured, his lips brushing my ear. “So fucking beautiful.”

His mouth moved lower, his lips trailing kisses along my chest, his tongue swirling around my nipples, making me squirm with pleasure. His hands moved down, his fingers tracing the curve of my hips, his touch sending shivers through me. I felt his breath against my core, his lips hovering just above my clit, and I whimpered, my body tense with anticipation.

“Please,” I gasped, my voice desperate. “Ethan, please.”

He chuckled, his breath hot against my skin. “Impatient, aren’t we?”

And then his mouth was on me, his lips parting as his tongue dipped inside, his fingers spreading me open for his exploration. I cried out, my body arching off the table as his tongue flicked and swirled, his touch expert and relentless. He knew exactly what he was doing, his mouth and fingers working in perfect harmony, driving me wild with pleasure.

I felt my body respond, my muscles clenching as the pleasure built, my breath coming in short, jagged bursts. His name was a mantra on my lips, my hands tangling in his hair as he ate me out with a hunger that left me breathless. I was close, so close, my body teetering on the edge of another orgasm.

“Ethan,” I gasped, my voice a plea. “I’m—”

“Come for me, Ava,” he growled, his voice muffled against my skin. “Let me taste it.”

And I did. My body exploded, my cries filling the room as I came apart beneath his mouth, my muscles clenching around his tongue. He drank me in, his lips and fingers relentless, milking every last drop of pleasure from my body. I was a mess, my body trembling, my breath coming in shallow gasps as the orgasm washed over me, leaving me boneless and sated.

When he finally lifted his head, his lips were glistening with my juices, his eyes dark with satisfaction. “You taste so fucking good,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire.

I smiled, my body still buzzing. “Your turn,” I said, my voice playful.

He grinned, his hands guiding me to sit up. “I’ve been waiting for that,” he said, his voice a low purr.

I knelt before him, my hands tracing the muscles of his thighs as I looked up at him, my gaze locking with his. His cock was right there, thick and hard, the head glistening with pre-cum. I licked my lips, my mouth watering at the sight of him.

“You’re so beautiful,” I murmured, my hands wrapping around his shaft, my touch gentle but firm.

He groaned, his head falling back as I began to stroke him, my fingers moving slowly up and down his length. I leaned in, my lips brushing the head of his cock, my tongue swirling around the sensitive tip. He tasted like salt and skin, and I moaned, my mouth watering as I took him in, my lips parting to engulf him.

His hands tangled in my hair, his hips bucking slightly as I sucked him deep, my tongue flicking and swirling, my mouth moving in rhythm with my hand. I looked up at him, my gaze locking with his, and he groaned, his body tensing as the pleasure built.

“Fuck, Ava,” he gasped, his voice hoarse. “You’re going to make me—”

“Come for me, Ethan,” I murmured, my lips moving against his skin. “Let go.”

And he did. His body tightened, his hips thrusting into my mouth as he came, his cock pulsing as he filled my mouth with his cum. I swallowed, my mouth moving in time with his release, my hands gripping his thighs as he rode out the orgasm, his cries echoing through the room.

When he finally stilled, I lifted my head, my lips glistening with his release, my gaze locking with his. “You’re incredible,” I whispered, my voice filled with awe.

He smiled, his hands cupping my face, his thumbs brushing my lips. “You’re not so bad yourself,” he said, his voice soft.

We stayed like that for a moment, our breaths mingling, our bodies still buzzing with the aftermath of our passion. Ethan pulled me up, his arms wrapping around me, his lips pressing a soft kiss to my forehead. “You okay?” he asked, his voice gentle.

I nodded, snuggling into his embrace. “More than okay,” I murmured, my voice content.

He chuckled, his hands stroking my back. “Good. Because I’m not done with you yet.”

I raised an eyebrow, a smile playing on my lips. “Oh? And what else do you have in mind?”

His grin was wicked, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “Let’s just say I have a few more tricks up my sleeve. Or should I say, in my toolbox?”

I laughed, my body still buzzing with anticipation. “I can’t wait to find out.”

And as his lips found mine in another hungry kiss, I knew this was just the beginning. Ethan was a man of many talents, and I couldn’t wait to explore every single one of them. With him, I felt alive, desired, and completely free. And as our bodies moved together once more, I knew this was just the start of an unforgettable adventure.

St. Patrick’s Day Encounter

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I stepped into the pub, the warm, golden light spilling out onto the cobblestone street, inviting me in like a long-lost friend. It was St. Patrick’s Day, and the city was alive with celebration. Green banners hung from lampposts, and the air smelled faintly of beer and laughter. I’d come alone, something I rarely did, but the holiday had a way of making me feel bold. My short blonde hair was styled in loose waves, and I wore a form-fitting green dress that hugged my curves just right. My blue eyes sparkled with anticipation as I scanned the crowded room, taking in the sea of green shirts, hats, and even a few leprechaun costumes.

The pub was packed, the kind of place where the wooden floors creaked under the weight of dancing feet and the air was thick with the scent of corned beef and cabbage. I squeezed through the crowd, my hips brushing against strangers, until I reached the bar. The bartender, a burly man with a red beard, grinned at me. “What’ll it be, love?” he asked in a thick Irish accent.

“Green beer,” I replied with a smile. “It’s St. Patrick’s Day, after all.”

He poured me a pint, the beer a vibrant emerald color, and slid it across the bar. I took a sip, the taste both familiar and festive, and turned to survey the room. That’s when I saw him.

He was leaning against the far wall, his dark hair slightly tousled, his eyes a deep, piercing green. He wore a simple white button-down shirt and jeans, but there was something about the way he carried himself that made him stand out. His name was Sean, though I didn’t know that yet. He was laughing with a group of friends, his voice rich and warm, and I found myself drawn to him like a magnet.

I took another sip of my beer, trying to play it cool, but curiosity got the better of me. I made my way through the crowd, my heart fluttering with nerves and excitement. When I was close enough, I tapped him on the shoulder. He turned, his eyes meeting mine, and for a moment, the noise of the pub faded away.

“Hi,” I said, my voice steady despite the sudden rush of adrenaline. “I couldn’t help but notice you from across the room.”

He smiled, a slow, easy grin that made my knees weak. “Well, hello there. I’m Sean. And you are?”

“Jane,” I replied, extending my hand. His grip was firm, his skin warm. “Nice to meet you, Sean.”

We chatted easily, the conversation flowing as naturally as the river Liffey outside. He was charming, funny, and had a way of making me feel like the only person in the room. We talked about everything—our jobs, our favorite Irish pubs, even our mutual love for corned beef and cabbage. The bartender brought us another round of green beer, and we clinked glasses, the liquid sloshing over the sides as we laughed.

“This place really knows how to celebrate, doesn’t it?” Sean remarked, his eyes scanning the room.

“It’s my first time here,” I admitted. “But I’m already in love with it.”

“You should come here more often,” he said, his gaze locking onto mine. “I’d love to see you again.”

My heart skipped a beat. “I’d like that,” I said, my voice soft but sincere.

As the night wore on, the pub grew even more lively. A band started playing traditional Irish tunes, and people began to dance. Sean took my hand, his touch sending a jolt of electricity through me, and pulled me onto the dance floor. We moved together effortlessly, our bodies swaying in time to the music. His hand rested on the small of my back, his thumb brushing against my skin in a way that made me shiver.

“You’re a great dancer,” he said, his breath warm against my ear.

“So are you,” I replied, my voice barely audible over the music.

When the band took a break, we found ourselves back at the bar, our drinks long forgotten. The pub was closing soon, and I felt a twinge of disappointment. I didn’t want the night to end.

“Hey,” Sean said, his voice low and intimate. “Would you like to continue this somewhere else? My place is just a few blocks away.”

My heart raced. I knew where this was heading, and I wanted it—wanted him—more than I could admit. But something about the idea of going to his place felt too predictable. I wanted to take control, to set the tone for what was to come.

“Actually,” I said, my voice steady but laced with invitation, “why don’t you come back to mine?”

His eyes widened, just a fraction, and a slow smile spread across his face. “I’d like that very much.”

We left the pub, the cool night air a stark contrast to the warmth of the crowded room. The streets were quieter now, the revelry of the evening winding down. We walked side by side, our steps in sync, the silence between us comfortable and charged.

My apartment was just a short walk away, a cozy space filled with books and candles and the faint scent of lavender. I unlocked the door and stepped inside, Sean following closely behind. The room was dimly lit, the only light coming from a lamp in the corner, casting soft shadows on the walls.

“Nice place,” Sean said, his eyes scanning the room.

“Thanks,” I replied, turning to face him. “Make yourself comfortable.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. In one swift motion, he closed the distance between us, his hands cupping my face as he pulled me into a kiss. It was hungry, desperate, like he’d been wanting to do this all night. His lips were firm yet tender, his tongue teasing mine in a way that made my knees buckle. I moaned softly, my hands tangling in his hair, holding him close.

We stumbled backward, our kisses growing more frantic, more urgent. His hands slid down my body, his fingers tracing the curve of my hips before slipping under the hem of my dress. I gasped as his touch sent shivers down my spine, my body aching for more.

“Take this off,” he murmured against my lips, his voice rough with desire.

I didn’t need to be told twice. I stepped back, my fingers trembling as I pulled my dress over my head, letting it fall to the floor. I stood before him in nothing but my lace bra and matching panties, my perky breasts straining against the fabric, my shaved pussy on full display.

Sean’s eyes darkened with desire, his gaze raking over my body like a hungry predator. “You’re fucking gorgeous,” he growled, his voice thick with lust.

I smirked, feeling bold and confident. “Why don’t you show me just how much you like what you see?”

He didn’t hesitate. He dropped to his knees in front of me, his hands gripping my thighs as he pressed his face into my crotch. I gasped, my hands tangling in his hair as he inhaled deeply, his nose brushing against my damp panties.

“You smell so good,” he murmured, his voice muffled against the fabric. “So fucking good.”

I moaned, my head falling back as he hooked his fingers into the waistband of my panties and slowly pulled them down. My pussy was on full display now, my lips glistening with anticipation. Sean’s eyes locked onto me, his gaze intense and hungry.

“I’ve been wanting to do this all night,” he said, his voice low and rough. “To taste you, to feel you come all over my face.”

His words sent a rush of heat through me, my body trembling with anticipation. I spread my legs slightly, giving him better access, and he wasted no time. His tongue was hot and wet as it traced the length of my slit, his lips pressing kisses against my sensitive flesh. I moaned, my hands gripping his hair tighter, my hips bucking slightly as he teased me with his mouth.

“Fuck, Sean,” I gasped, my voice shaky. “Don’t stop.”

He chuckled, the vibration sending pleasurable sensations through my core. “I wouldn’t dream of it.”

His tongue delved deeper, his lips sucking gently on my clit as he explored every inch of me. I was drowning in sensation, my body on fire, my moans growing louder with each passing moment. He was relentless, his mouth devouring me, his hands gripping my hips to hold me still as I squirmed and writhed beneath his touch.

“That’s it,” he murmured, his voice hoarse. “Ride my face, baby. Let me taste you.”

I did as he asked, lowering myself onto his mouth, my pussy hovering just inches above his eager lips. He wasted no time, his tongue thrusting into me, his lips wrapping around my clit as he sucked and licked with abandon. I moaned, my body trembling, my juices flowing freely as he worshiped me with his mouth.

“Oh fuck, Sean,” I cried, my voice breaking. “I’m close.”

“Come for me,” he growled, his hands gripping my ass as he held me in place. “Drench my face with your sweet pussy.”

His words pushed me over the edge. My body tensed, my muscles tightening as pleasure exploded through me. I screamed his name, my orgasm rippling through me in waves, my juices flooding his mouth and dripping down his chin. He drank me in greedily, his tongue lapping at my sensitive flesh, milking every last drop from me.

When I finally came down from my high, I collapsed onto the floor, my body limp and sated. Sean followed, his face glistening with my juices, a satisfied smile on his lips.

“Fuck,” I breathed, my voice shaky. “That was… incredible.”

He chuckled, his hand brushing a strand of hair from my face. “You tasted even better than I imagined.”

I smirked, feeling a surge of satisfaction. “Good. Because I’m not done with you yet.”

His eyes darkened with anticipation. “Oh yeah? And what do you have in mind?”

I leaned in, my lips brushing against his ear as I whispered, “You’ll see.”

The night was far from over, and I intended to make the most of it. Sean had worshipped my body with his mouth, but now it was my turn to return the favor—and then some. The chemistry between us was electric, and I knew this was just the beginning of a night that would be etched into my memory forever.

The Hospital Rendezvous

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I couldn’t get my mind off her. Renata, the woman I had met at the adult theater a few weeks ago, had left an indelible mark on my mind. Her sultry smile, those long dark blonde locks cascading down her shoulders, and that body—curvy in all the right places—had haunted my fantasies ever since. I, Mitchell, a seasoned surgeon with a penchant for the erotic, found myself craving more of her. So, on a whim, I decided to make a booty call, hoping she’d be up for some fun.

The night shift at Cul-de-sac Medical was often quiet, and I was in between surgeries, with a rare moment of downtime. My mind, as it often did, wandered to the realm of the sensual. I recalled the night I first laid eyes on Renata. She had been sitting a few rows ahead of me in the theater, her eyes fixed on the explicit scenes playing out on screen. Her lips had parted slightly, and I could see her chest rising and falling with each breath, her nipples straining against the thin fabric of her blouse. That image had burned itself into my memory.

With a few quick taps on my phone, I found her number, saved from that fateful night. My heart raced as I dialed, not knowing what to expect. Would she remember me? Would she be interested in a late-night rendezvous? The line rang, and my pulse quickened with each passing second.

“Hello?” Her voice, husky and familiar, sent a shiver down my spine.

“Renata, it’s Mitchell. From the theater,” I said, my voice low and gravelly.

“Oh, Mitchell!” She laughed, a sound that danced down my spine. “I was wondering when you’d call. What’s a handsome doctor like you doing, working the night shift?”

“The usual,” I replied, leaning back in my chair. “Saving lives, one patient at a time. But tonight, I’m feeling a bit… restless. I was hoping you might be free to meet me here at the hospital. You know, for a little… diversion.”

There was a pause, and I could almost see her biting her lip in consideration. “A diversion, huh? Well, I must admit, I’ve been feeling a bit restless myself. And you’re just the kind of distraction I need. Give me an hour, and I’ll be there.”

I couldn’t suppress the grin that spread across my face. “Perfect. I’ll be waiting.”

Hanging up, I felt a surge of anticipation. The sterile environment of the hospital suddenly seemed charged with erotic potential. I imagined the looks we’d get, the thrill of doing something so taboo in such a public place. It was a heady mix of excitement and danger.

An hour later, my phone buzzed, signaling her arrival. I stepped out of the staff room, my eyes scanning the lobby. And there she was, standing by the reception desk, looking even more stunning than I remembered. Her hair fell in soft waves, framing her face, and she wore a tight black dress that hugged her curves, showcasing her ample cleavage and long, toned legs.

I strolled over, my heart pounding in my chest. “You look incredible,” I whispered, leaning in close.

Renata’s eyes sparkled with mischief. “So do you, Doctor. But I think we both know why I’m really here.”

Her words sent a jolt of desire through me. I took her hand, leading her away from the prying eyes of the reception area. The hospital corridors were quiet, the night shift staff busy with their duties. We found an empty consultation room, and I locked the door behind us, ensuring our privacy.

The moment the lock clicked into place, Renata turned to me, her eyes dark with desire. “I’ve been thinking about you, Mitchell. About that night at the theater. I want to pick up where we left off.”

I didn’t need any further invitation. In one swift motion, I pulled her close, my lips crushing against hers. Her mouth was warm and inviting, and she tasted of mint and temptation. Our tongues danced, exploring each other with a hunger that had been building since our first encounter.

My hands roamed over her body, mapping the curves I had fantasized about. I cupped her breasts, feeling the weight of them in my palms, her nipples hardening at my touch. She moaned into my mouth, her hands gripping my scrubs, pulling me closer.

“I want you, Mitchell,” she whispered between kisses. “Right here, right now.”

I needed no further encouragement. My fingers fumbled with the zipper of her dress, and it slid to the floor, pooling at her feet. She stepped out of it, revealing black lace lingerie that accentuated her voluptuous form. Her breasts spilled from the cups, and her panties hugged her hips, leaving little to the imagination.

“Damn, you’re gorgeous,” I breathed, my eyes feasting on her.

Renata’s hands moved to my scrubs, untying the drawstring with practiced ease. My erection strained against the thin fabric, and she smiled, reaching out to stroke me through the material.

“I see someone’s happy to see me,” she purred, her fingers wrapping around my length.

I groaned, my head falling back as she began to stroke me. Her touch was firm and confident, and I could feel my control slipping away. “Renata, wait,” I managed to gasp. “I want to taste you first.”

I guided her to the examination table, positioning her on the edge, her legs spread wide. Her pussy was already glistening with desire, the scent of her arousal filling the room. I knelt between her thighs, my face level with her wetness.

“You’re so beautiful,” I murmured, my breath hot against her sensitive flesh.

I kissed her inner thighs, my stubble tickling her skin, making her squirm. I savored the taste of her, my tongue flicking and probing, eliciting soft moans from her lips. Her hands tangled in my hair, urging me closer, her hips arching off the table, offering herself to me.

“Oh, Mitchell,” she panted, her fingers tightening in my hair. “Your mouth feels so good.”

I sucked her clit into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the sensitive bud, while my fingers plunged into her wet heat. She was tight and hot, her muscles clenching around my digits. I felt her thighs tremble as I brought her closer and closer to the edge.

“I’m going to come,” she cried out, her voice hoarse with need.

I increased the pace, my mouth and fingers working in unison, driving her wild. Her orgasm hit her like a wave, her body shaking, her juices flooding my mouth and chin. I lapped at her eagerly, not wanting to waste a drop.

“That was…” She struggled to catch her breath. “Incredible.”

I stood, my cock throbbing, desperate for release. “My turn,” I said, my voice thick with desire.

Renata smiled, her eyes sparkling with mischief once more. “I think I can help with that.”

She pushed me back onto the table, her hands working quickly to free my straining erection. Her fingers wrapped around my length, stroking me with a rhythm that had me gritting my teeth to hold back my climax.

“You feel so good,” I groaned, my hands gripping the edge of the table.

She leaned down, her full breasts brushing against my chest, and took the head of my cock into her warm mouth. Her lips and tongue worked their magic, sending waves of pleasure through my body. I could feel my orgasm building, threatening to overwhelm me.

“Renata, I’m close,” I warned, my voice strained.

She pulled back, her eyes locking with mine. “I want you to come for me, Mitchell. I want to watch.”

Her words were like a match to dry kindling. I erupted, my cum shooting in thick ropes, painting her face and breasts. She didn’t flinch, instead licking her lips, savoring the taste of me.

“Damn, that was hot,” she said, her voice breathless.

I lay there, my heart pounding, my body sated yet still buzzing with energy. Renata climbed onto the table, straddling me, her wet pussy hovering over my spent cock.

“I’m not done with you yet, Doctor,” she whispered, her hands gripping my shoulders.

She began to move, her hips rolling in a slow, sensual rhythm. I felt her heat enveloping me, her muscles clenching as she took me deep inside her. Her breasts bounced with each thrust, and I reached up to cup them, my thumbs brushing her nipples.

“Fuck, you feel amazing,” I groaned, my hands gripping her hips, guiding her movements.

We found a rhythm, our bodies moving as one, the table creaking beneath us. The sound of our skin slapping together filled the room, a primal soundtrack to our passionate encounter.

“Harder, Mitchell,” she panted, her nails digging into my shoulders. “Fuck me harder.”

I obliged, my hands gripping her ass, lifting her up and down on my shaft. Her pussy clenched around me, milking me, and I felt my cock twitch, threatening to come back to life.

“I’m close,” she whispered, her breath hot against my ear. “Come with me.”

I thrust up into her, my cock filling her completely, and we climaxed together, our cries echoing in the small room. Her walls pulsed around me, milking every last drop from my spent cock.

We lay there, entangled in each other’s arms, our hearts racing, our bodies glistening with sweat. The hospital around us seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of us in our post-coital haze.

“That was…” I began, searching for the right words.

“Incredible,” she finished, her brown eyes meeting mine. “I needed that.”

I smiled, running my fingers through her tousled hair. “I think we both did.”

As we dressed, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction. The night had been more than just a booty call; it had been an adventure, a shared moment of passion in a place where such things were forbidden.

“I should get going,” Renata said, smoothing her dress over her curves. “But I have a feeling this won’t be our last encounter.”

I walked her to the lobby, stealing one last kiss before she disappeared into the night. As I watched her leave, I knew she was right. This was just the beginning of something deliciously taboo.