We’re Not Friends

We’re Not Friends

“I don’t fuck my friends,” she said. “If you’re not fucking your friends, then who the hell do you fuck? Come on. Do you fuck people you don’t like? What’s the point of that?” I won’t say I was mansplaining, but I was feeling self-righteous. My friends are hot and...
His Little Toy

His Little Toy

“She does anything you say?” I asked. Marco was in the kitchen, and he left his little toy as she called her, standing next to me by the window.  She had been living there for a few months, and while she often made me drinks, I had never asked about what else she did....
Taming The Brat

Taming The Brat

“So what if I’m being bratty? What are you gonna do? Spank me?” She was squirmy, wiggly, and difficult to say the least. I had her on her stomach on the bed, and I was holding her hands firmly behind her, but she was not being helpful. In fact, it was clear that she...
Wanting What He Wants

Wanting What He Wants

“He wants to fuck me up the ass,” she said, lying in my bed. We had fucked for a half hour and were staring out at the city with smiles on our faces. “Don’t tell me that,” I moaned, my hand sliding down her back. “Are you going to let him?” “Why shouldn’t I tell you...