[FF] NIGHT OWL [M]

Matt grasped my hand as we walked up Pearl Street after leaving the restaurant.

If he was in a haste to get inside me, he showed no indication. His gaze wandered over the shops. He occasionally grinned down at me. Holy height difference. It’s a good thing I like tall males.

I noticed people staring at us. Oh . . . We clearly appeared to be a couple. A good- looking pair, I hoped. I felt overshadowed by the elegant man on my side.

Matt stopped.

I followed his eyes to a neon sign at an alley’s entrance. It said DYNAMITE on it.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” he grumbled.

“Ha. Wow.” I shook my head.

His eyes were riveted on the bright orange lettering. What was he thinking, looking so melancholy? “Mm. Let’s go in.”

“Wait, what?

” I laughed.

Matt tugged me down the alley and I traipsed after him, struggling on my heels. I’d never been inside a strip joint before. This was about to become interesting.

“You’re insane,” I remarked as he paid our cover charge.

He smirked down at me. Uh- oh. I recognized that sneer.

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[FMF] BIRTHDAY TREAT CH3

Our damp skin joined together demonstrates how hard we’ve worked.

I’m never left out when they kiss, they caress me, tend to me. I’m more opulent than silk on soft skin. She dips her fingers in me and allows me to taste myself on her. Today I’m feeling salty. The frantic, aggressive finger pumps transform into sensual gestures. Everything is so decadent.

They continue to play while repairing my blindfold. I haven’t seen anything yet.

My sweet spot is always touched, rubbed, licked, and sucked. I’ve never been the center of attention for such intense pleasure. It’s as if I’m floating in a dream, a fantasy, but the sensation of skin on skin is real.

She eats me alive. Her tongue sounds turn me on even more, and a mouth smack makes my clit twitch. The women switch places in the middle of my rising to my second orgasm.

The one at my head licks my lips all over, while the other with her mouth rides me down below. Slow. Deliberate. Focused. Sensual.

[FM] CRAVING FOR S*X

“I need sex,” I texted a former friend with benefits.

We were so comfortable with each other that I felt he wouldn’t be insulted by the deliberate exclusion of courteous pleasantries in my communication. I knew my candor would turn him on. It was a warm afternoon when I was working in real estate. I was bored and horny, and I needed to do something about it.

He was my male equivalent, and we were fuck pals for years. I’d never met somebody who understood me so well. Some of our mutual friends were perplexed as to why we weren’t a couple, despite the fact that we clearly adored each other. But we were worried that having a genuine relationship would spoil our enchantment. And why would we want to do that?

“I’ll be there at 8:30,” he said right away.

When I arrived home from work, I barely had time to shower. In addition, I had to prepare my lunch for the next day. I used to pack a lunch for work every day. This was not just to conserve money; it was also due to the lack of vegetarian dining options in the area where I worked.

[FMF] BIRTHDAY TREAT CH2

The scent of argan oil wafts off the woman on my left, who is the first to touch me. Her fingertips are gentle but firm as she massages my shoulders. As I take a slow, deep breath, her small hands send gentle sensations into my muscles. Her touch is even more delicate and purposeful than I had anticipated from female touch. My face brightens with a smile.

The second woman strokes my thighs, legs, and back up to my pussy lightly. Four delicate hands taking their time to map my body, savoring every inch of me. Their devotion to my pleasure instantly lulls me into euphoria. Every moment is a ray of hope for the next.

They move around my body light as spirits, assessing their approach to pleasing me. My left breast is bathed in hot breath before she takes it into her mouth. The action, combined with the thought of a woman sucking on my nipples, sends me into a lustful frenzy.

Oh, I desperately need this.

The other woman joins me in my examination of my chest. With my fingers on one nipple and my tongue and mouth on the other, I’m already overjoyed to be receiving this indulgent gift of simply sitting and being pampered. My brain swoons as they play with my skin; the ecstasy promises to last forever.

[F] BIRTHDAY TREAT CH1

As we approach the dark wood door, Jack grabs my hand. He comes to a halt, his hand hovering over the handle. A lustful twinkle lights his blue-green eyes, indicating that he is already itching to please me. Just two weeks after the birthday treat reveal, all of his ideas are coming to fruition. Surges of excitement and hormones flourish as butterflies in my gut, peaking in my chest and causing my heart to race. This fantasy I’m about to play out will undoubtedly consume us both and blossom into insurmountable lust. My desire for female touch began in my adolescence, but I’ve always ended up with men.

What a perfect realization for both of us. I never would have guessed it was one of his fantasies as well. Furthermore, I had assumed he wanted to be a part of our first threesome. Over the next twenty minutes, his edging will be more than intense. He is aware of the rules. He is not permitted to touch me while I am on the bed until the two women have left. As much as I want this massage, I can’t decide whether I’m more excited about the erotic touch of the women or the aftermath of Jack fucking me once the women leave. It’s like having to choose between chocolate and chocolate. Impossible.