Author: Trinity

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Weekend Worthy, from Thursday to Saturday, doesn’t even begin to describe the filth and fire I walked into by Thursday. He sent me the game night invite with a wink emoji and the words “Dress to lose.” I wore red. No bra. And lip gloss he said he wanted to lick off. The vibe was already thick before we played a single round. Every answer I gave during the game was calculated. Every glance, a green light. When the “Truth or Risk” cards came out, I chose risk every time. Flash my tits on cam? Done. Send a voice memo of me moaning his name? Sent.

Friday night, I broke all my own rules. I let him listen while I used the toy he sent me last month—on video, with my mic on, saying his name in a whisper that made the other players beg for replays. And by Saturday? I was ruined. We played “Seduction Showdown” and he won. But I was the real prize. He said I sounded like sin. I said, “So make me repent.” We didn’t play after that. My mouth was too full to speak.

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Chrome rails & midnight thrills were my confessions of a metro minx. The only lovers I planned to meet when I boarded that empty train—but then he stepped on, and suddenly the whole night begged to be misbehaved. The car was nearly deserted, lights flickering like a bad decision I couldn’t wait to make. I chose the back corner seat, crossing my legs slowly enough to hear my leather skirt sigh. That sound? It got his attention. He looked up. I smirked.

Game on! I held his gaze, wordlessly daring him. The train lurched forward. My palm slipped between my thighs, teasing the hem inch by inch until a breathy moan betrayed me. I wasn’t wearing anything under the skirt—tonight’s reckless promise to myself. As the carriage rattled through the tunnel, I let two fingers explore sensitive paths while the city blurred in streaks of neon beyond the windows. His eyes widened, and I leaned back, parting my knees just enough for the challenge to land.

He rose. Each step toward me echoed like a drumbeat in my ribcage. When he asked in a husk of a voice “Can I watch?”, consent tumbled from my mouth in a half-whispered yes. Continue reading “Chrome Rails & Midnight Thrills: Confessions of a Metro Minx” →

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Locker room secrets huh? They say what happens in the locker room stays in the locker room, but baby, I don’t keep secrets when they taste this good. He was always lingering after practice — all that fake swagger and quiet stares when he thought I wasn’t looking. But I knew. The way his eyes dropped to my thighs when I stretched. The way his mouth opened just slightly when I tied my shoes. He wanted to be told what to do. And I was more than ready to show him how that worked.

So that night, when everyone else had cleared out, I cornered him — fresh out the shower, towel barely hanging on, still damp and smelling like soap and nerves. “You always look this flustered when you’re around me?” I asked, stepping close enough that his back hit the lockers. He opened his mouth, but no words came out. Just that pretty little gulp.

I slid my fingers up his chest, slow, watching his skin react to every inch of contact. “Drop the towel.” He obeyed. Good boy. His cock was already hard — twitching, eager, waiting to be claimed. I pressed my palm against it and Continue reading “Locker Room Secrets” →

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Late Checkout wasn’t part of the plan—but then again, nothing about him ever is. I had already turned in the key. Bags packed, room cleaned, goodbye kiss on the cheek. But something in me needed just one more taste. One more moment of him beneath me, wrecked and obedient.

So I doubled back, slipped up the stairs like a secret, and found him exactly where I hoped he’d be—shirtless, sprawled across the bed, cocky smirk on his face like he knew I couldn’t stay away. “You forget something?” he asked, voice thick with sleep and sin.

I didn’t answer. I just let my heels click slowly across the floor as I peeled off my clothes—top first, then my bra, letting him see the tight control I still held even when naked. His eyes trailed every inch of me, hungry.

“Come here,” he whispered. But I didn’t. Not yet. I stood at the foot of the bed, hand on my hip, teasing the edge of my panties. You want this?” I asked. “Earn it.” He crawled. On elbows and knees like the obedient thing he pretends not to be. I grabbed a fistful of his hair, shoved him between my thighs, Continue reading “Late Checkout” →

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Strangers used me in the dark and it was everything I could imagine. I signed the waiver.
No names. No faces. No safe words. Just silence, shadow, and surrender. The room was pitch black—so dark it swallowed even my thoughts. I stood still, completely naked, every inch of my skin tingling with anticipation. My heart pounded against my ribs, a deep, echoing thud that filled the space louder than any scream might have. I waited, trembling, vulnerable. Ready.

Then the first hand found me—rough and calloused, gripping my hip like it belonged there. Then another. And another. Fingers traced down my spine, palms cupped my breasts, mouths found my neck. Gasping as one hand closed around my throat—not tight, just a reminder: I wasn’t in control anymore.

I didn’t know how many they were. I couldn’t see a thing. But I felt everything. Someone shoved me down to my knees. A cock pressed against my lips, demanding. I opened without hesitation, letting him in, tongue swirling, throat relaxing. He groaned low, primal. My mouth was used—gagging, choking—while hands pulled my ass up. Someone entered me from behind, thick and relentless. There was no warning. No introduction. Just raw, unapologetic Continue reading “Strangers Used Me in the Dark” →

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He loaned me out to his friends and there was nothing I could do about it. It started as a joke. He said, “You’re my perfect little toy—maybe I should share you.” I laughed. Nervous. Turned on. Then one night, he blindfolded me and whispered, “Be a good girl and do what you’re told.” I heard the door open. More than one voice. Male. Deep. Confident.

I was naked on my knees, waiting. My heart pounding. My thighs soaked. I felt like prey. Precious. Offered. My breath caught when I heard the soft chuckle of a stranger just inches from me. He kissed my cheek and said, “These are my friends. You’ll serve them tonight. You’ll take whatever they give you. But remember—you belong to me.” What followed was chaos. A beautiful, filthy storm.

Hands everywhere. Fingers in my mouth, on my breasts, between my legs. Cocks shoved into my mouth, then my cunt, then back again. I was passed between them like a favorite plaything. They slapped my ass, praised my throat, pulled my hair, marked my skin. I begged for it. I was stretched. Used. Worshipped. Degraded. And I loved every second.

Every time I looked toward him—blindfold askew, Continue reading “He Loaned Me Out to His Friends” →

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A teacher’s pet like me always gets punished after class. I stayed behind after everyone else left. He shut the classroom door and said, “You know exactly why you’re here.” I bit my lip and nodded. “You think batting your lashes gets you an A? You think wearing that tight little skirt means I won’t notice you’re failing?” He stepped behind me. Grabbed my hair. Pulled. “Bend over the desk.” I obeyed. My heart pounding, my thighs slick with anticipation. He lifted my skirt. No panties.

“Naughty little slut,” he muttered. Then the first spank landed. I gasped. Each one got harder. “Count.” “One, Sir. Two, Sir—” By ten, I was soaking the wood. By fifteen, I was moaning like a whore. Then I felt his cock pressing against me. Thick. Hard. Demanding.

“You want this grade? Earn it.” He fucked me hard, face down on the desk, books scattered, chalk dust in my hair. I took it like the filthy student I was.

He pushed my face into the desk with one hand, the other around my throat, reminding me of my place. “You’re nothing but my fuck toy, aren’t you?” I couldn’t answer. The pleasure was too overwhelming. Continue reading “Teacher’s Pet Gets Punished After Class” →

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I was used in the back of the limo. He told me not to wear panties to the gala. I obeyed. All night, I played the part—smiling, sipping champagne, talking politics—while he kept one hand on my lower back and whispered what he was going to do to me. I couldn’t resist but I kept my composure. I was not going to break character.

Everyone watched us like we were royalty. No one knew how filthy I was underneath that gown. When the driver opened the back door of the limo, I slid in first. My dress rose up to my hips. He didn’t wait. He followed, shut the divider, and dragged me onto his lap like I was nothing but his toy. “I’ve been patient all night,” he growled. “Now open your mouth.” He unzipped himself. I dropped to the floor. The driver was still up front. The thrill? Insane.

He used me fast and rough, gripping my hair, face-fucking me while the city lights flickered past. Then he pulled me up, bent me over the seat, and shoved into me from behind, one hand choking me, the other pressing my face to the window. People Continue reading “Used in the Back of the Limo” →

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Three mouths. Six hands. One night I will never forget. I’d fantasized about it before—more than one man, all eyes on me, all hands on me. But fantasies never prepared me for the real thing. It started with a game. A private party, low lights, drinks flowing, and tension so thick I could taste it. Two of them—tall, muscular, eyes full of hunger. Friends. Teammates. Alphas. And they both wanted me.

I didn’t pick. Didn’t have to. So I looked at both of them, crossed my legs slowly, and whispered, “If you want me, come take me.” And just like that, the night changed. We didn’t make it to the bedroom. They pinned me against the living room wall like I was their shared secret. One kissed me deep and rough while the other dropped to his knees, tugging my panties down and spreading me open with his tongue.

My knees buckled. I moaned into the kiss, one hand tangled in hair, the other gripping shoulders. Every inch of my body was touched hands sliding over my breasts, mouths worshiping every curve. When they carried me to the couch, I was dripping. Begging.

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The way he begs for me is better than any orgasm. It starts with a look. That hungry, needy stare he gets when I walk into the room wearing nothing but a robe and a smirk. He’s already hard before I even speak. I love that about him—how my presence alone is enough to make him squirm.

“Sit,” I say, and he obeys immediately, settling on the edge of the bed with wide eyes and parted lips.I step in front of him, slowly opening my robe. He inhales sharply, gaze locked on my bare skin, hands clenched at his sides like he’s afraid to touch. He knows better. I haven’t given him permission.

“You want it, don’t you?” I ask, teasing my nipples with my fingers, dragging one hand down my stomach. “Yes,” he breathes. “Please.”  That’s my favorite part. Not the touching. Not even the orgasm. It’s the begging. I live for that whimper in his voice, the tremble in his thighs as he pleads. When he’s on his knees, tongue out, eyes wide and desperate—there’s nothing sexier.

I slide my panties down slowly, watching him watch me. I can see how badly he wants to Continue reading “The Way He Begs for Me Is Better Than Any Orgasm” →