Gabby welcomes home boyfriend number three, Max, in this third and final erotic story from her polyamorous life. • Warning: Contains explicit language and graphic sexual pictures and references. Only for readers 18+.
The wild flowers of all different colors were in full bloom, growing up through the lush green grass along the side of the trail. Every few minutes, Flori and Bean would stop to take it all in— the beautiful site, the fragrance of the flowers, and to share a sweet kiss.
The nights when we are apart, I think of you so often that it’s like you’re actually here next to me. I reach out to touch you in vain. Magic.
Naughty is a desirable characteristic to me. It means being open sexually and even experimental. It’s being comfortable with your kinky but also refined and a bit circumspect. Being mature and composed enough to avoid unnecessary risks with your health and safety is important, especially if you’re “dating” multiple people.
Warning: Contains explicit language and graphic sexual references. Only for readers 18+.
“I brought you coffee silly girl,” Tom held up a cup of joe and the steam rose out of the cover and into the cool morning breeze. Sunny stepped out of her car and took the cup offered with a smile of gratitude. She needed coffee like most people needed air.
Sometimes, alone, it all seems unbearable... insurmountable even. But when you’re near me, with just a kiss, a touch, a glance, you calm my heart.
Gabriella, Gab or Gabby to her closest friends, pulled out the chair in front of her espresso-colored oak desk. She placed a piping hot cup of coffee down on the coaster next to her keyboard and sat. Her eyes trailed across the contents of the neatly organized L-shaped surface, and she smiled. Her beautiful full lips curling upward in satisfaction. She had just returned from an amazing week with Anthony, and he had given her a beautiful pair of Kate Spade sunglasses as a goodbye gift. She loved being his part-time girlfriend.
He only loves me for my lips. I know it, even if He says different. • It’s the way He looks at my mouth when I speak, and the hunger when we kiss that has me convinced. He fell in love with my mouth, but not for the intellect conveyed... no, but for the voluptuous beauty and softness on full display.
Slide my chair in front of yours, a coffee table in between. My legs stretched out gently brush the side of your pants.