The hotel room door clicked shut behind Charlène, her flirty glance over the shoulder promising fireworks. We’d escaped to this luxury spa resort for my birthday, bubbling in the jacuzzi, sweating in the sauna all afternoon. Pure bliss. But now, alone under the cool sheets, my cock twitched hard against the towel. Would she be…
Our tiny student studio in Montpellier. Heart hammering like a drum. I’d hidden in the false ceiling, cushions piled up, peepholes drilled just right. Two days of blue-balled anticipation since Charlie spilled everything. Her sucking off Mr. Georges for rent money. Swallowing his load. My cock twitched at the thought. Possessive guy like me? Turned…
In our marital bed, whispers hung heavy. Nathalie confessed her craving for Jacques and his friends again. My heart hammered. Desire twisted with dread. Would I lose her? ‘He’ll want more,’ I warned. She smiled, devilish. ‘I’m ready. And you? That pretty woman last time… or the young guy.’ She knew me too well. My…
Our living room hummed with tension. Lillie paraded in her sheer nightie and dark stay-up stockings, her little bush peeking out. My cock twitched, but I held back. We were waiting for Valin. Heart pounding like a drum in my chest, I glanced out the window. His car pulled up. No turning back now. Fear…
It was that dingy bar near her new job, tucked away in a quiet corner booth. October chill outside, but inside, my heart hammered like a drum. I’d blessed this—my fantasy of her cheating, finally real. Texts buzzed all morning. Her: ‘Heading there now. Love you.’ My cock twitched hard in my pants. No backing…