My best friend knows how I feel about her boyfriend. I don't even try to hide it, and neither does he. We've flirted and slept together, and she's always been into it, even encouraged it, but I feel like something has changed. As her boyfriend and I get closer, I feel like she's becoming colder. Like she thinks I'm stealing him, and that's not true. I needed to make sure she knew.I managed to get alone with her and started a conversation. I was surprised when she said she was totally fine. I was shocked and grabbed her hand. I wasn't being flirtatious or provocative; I genuinely wanted to know her opinion. She told me, honestly, that she loved seeing us together. That she liked the intensity that arose between us during sex. She kept talking and started fidgeting in her chair. I realized she was getting aroused just talking about it!
I arrived at the hotel entrance and soon received your message on WhatsApp with the room number. I called the elevator and got off on the floor I wanted, and when I got to the door I knocked twice. I didn't wait long, because the door opened. First time we'd met... You tried to hug me... I stopped you.If you want me to stop, just say "blue" until that moment happens, and I'll just do what you ask.You nodded, bit your lip, lowering your head, but your eyes remained on me. I took a blindfold I had and placed it over your eyes. I took your hand and led you to the bed.
He arrived, we opened the door, and he greeted me with a handshake. She was wearing a sheer black dress. She looked beautiful at 5'6" and had a slim body with small breasts and a perky butt. Her breasts were exposed by the sheer baby doll, but her panties still held a surprise. He went over and gave her a tight hug, even lifting her slightly off the ground. He slid his hands down her body and rested them on her waist while she hugged him around the neck. She even asked if he wanted anything: a drink, food. But he replied:
We've always been intense. From the beginning of our relationship, sex was never just about pleasure—it was about power, surrender, and control. And it was in one of those late-night conversations, over wine and lust, that we decided she would be the dominatrix this time. I would stay by her side, training her, showing her how to guide, how to command, how to possess another person. And together, we would go deeper.
It all started two weeks ago. I have a friend who lives in another city, and whenever she comes over and we have the opportunity, we meet up. I'm very close to her family. It was a Sunday afternoon, she was getting ready to go back to her work city, and I went to help her pack, and occasionally I went to her grandmother's house where some of her aunts and other family members were staying.
Hi, my name is Fernanda, I'm 25 years old, and I'm one of those women who loves a forbidden adventure. It all started when I met Seu Jorge, a 65-year-old jerk from my neighbor's building, with gray hair, a small belly, and a mischievous look that gave me goosebumps. He was your typical old jerk, flirting shamelessly, telling dirty jokes, and looking me up and down. One night, home alone, I knocked on his door asking for sugar—a lame excuse, I know—and ended up having an unforgettable time. A jerk like him knows how to drive a young girl like me wild, and what ensued was pure lust.
Hey, my name's Sofia, I'm 27 years old, and I'm one of those people who loves a little extra adrenaline in life. Everything changed when my friends, Pedro and Laura, and I decided to turn our friendship into something more naughty. They've been married for five years, but we've always shared dirty looks and jokes. One night, after a few drinks, the conversation heated up and we turned into an unforgettable threesome. Having sex with a couple of friends was the most exciting experience of my life, full of touching, moaning, and shared pleasures that left me hooked.
On Sunday afternoon we went on a mountain hike which was in the northern part of town, there were five of us who met after lunch around five in the afternoon where the sun was setting, Carlos was a bit quiet but curious at the same time, Juan was inquisitive and wanted to know everything without thinking if it was right to say it or not, Samuel was the most thoughtful and thought everything over before doing it, Daniel was like a little rascal and he never stopped getting into trouble and bothering everyone non-stop, and I Lorenzo would eat them all up with my eyes since they were fine without thinking I would let them through the hoop one by one you know what I mean.