I'm blindfolded, hands tied behind my back, waiting anxiously for what’s next. The room is quiet. All I can hear is my heavy breathing—until I hear his voice, low and commanding. "Turn around and face me." By this point, I'm already begging him to make me cum. I don’t think I’ve ever begged so much in my fucking life. He chuckles, his voice dark and indulgent. "Oh, I’ll make you cum. Don’t worry," he says. "But first, I w...

It had only been a few days since my last encounter with him, but my body already felt restless, the anticipation clawing at me. Every quiet moment I had, I was left wondering when he would show up again, and my mind would drift into the many ways he might push me over the edge. That early evening, I sat in my living room, a soft love story playing on the TV. One of those movies with the kind of passionate sex scenes that...

It was cleaning day, and as usual, I liked to keep things simple—just panties and a loose shirt, no bra. The freedom of it made the chores feel less tedious. I was scrubbing the windows in the front room when I noticed my neighbor across the street. He was chatting with some contractor, but I could hardly focus on anything except him. Tall, dark-haired, fit, and always with this air of quiet dominance that made me weak in...

I was a bundle of nerves. My hands were clammy, as if I’d washed them and forgotten to dry them. My lips throbbed from being bitten, a casualty of my anticipation. But under the tension, excitement brewed—thrumming through me. This was the day I’d finally decided to show up, unannounced, to see the look on his face. To see how he’d react when he laid eyes on me for the first time. The elevator stopped with a faint ding, a...