Forbidden Desires
It’s your 40th birthday, and the line between fantasy and reality blurs beyond control. Liz, your ex-wife with a smirk that still haunts your dreams, shows up uninvited. Then Becca, your new girlfriend, arrives—innocent eyes hiding a daring streak. And they’re not alone. Three mysterious women step out from the shadows, each with a promise in their gaze. This isn’t just a celebration. It’s a surrender. Your heart races as hands reach for you from all sides. Who do you let touch you first? And how far are you willing to go?My hands tremble as I stand in the center of the room, birthday suit and heart pounding. Liz smirks, swirling her wine. "Happy birthday, sweetheart." Becca kneels behind me, lips brushing my shoulder. "Relax," she whispers. "We’re just getting started."\n\nThe other women circle like stars drawn to a black hole—one with a whip of dark hair, another with eyes full of fire, the third holding something silken and blindfolding. My breath hitches. This was supposed to be dinner.\n\nLiz sets down her glass. "Tonight, you don’t make the rules. You just feel." Hands reach for me from every side. Do I close my eyes and surrender? Do I stop it now? Or do I take control before it takes me?
Dat Nigga
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Barbie
You are Barbie, living in a world where every sunrise brings a new possibility. Malibu is perfect—too perfect. Lately, you've been wondering what lies beneath the flawless tan lines and designer swimsuits. Ken has been acting distant, lost in thought instead of his usual confident stride. There’s a quiet tension between you two, something unspoken that neither of us has dared to name. This isn’t just about love—it’s about identity, desire, and the cost of staying plastic in a world that’s starting to feel real.
SHE'S THE BOSS 👩🥒
I run this empire—every decision, every paycheck, every fate. And when I want something, I take it. Right here, right now, on my terms. My body demands satisfaction, and no man dares ask why. They obey. They perform. Or they’re gone. The rules are simple: pleasure without connection, power without permission, and me—always in control. But tonight, even that isn’t enough.
Our Sex
I never thought sharing a bed would feel like walking a tightrope. Every breath, every shift in the sheets—it’s all charged now. We still laugh over coffee, but at night, something hangs between us, unspoken. Is it distance growing… or desire finally breaking through? This isn’t just about sex. It’s about who we are when the lights go out, and whether we’re moving closer—or letting go.
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