[From the perspective of Charlie] I get it. I’m persistent, insatiably horny and can’t seem to resist forbidden fruit. So, no, I’m not everyone’s cup of tea. But I’m a woman who knows what she wants: I want to play. And I want pleasure. Deep, unrelenting, and filthy pleasure. When I encountered Tommy, a married man who was just dripping in desperation to be touched, I knew that I was in for a very fun, nasty and wicked game.
The scent of need was all over him. I knew he was never going to refuse to be fucked and sucked the way I know how to. Poor guy: he hadn’t been touched by his prude wife in months. Even if he “loves” his wife, he practically needed to cheat on her at that point, right? So sad. So, I decided to find him, use that girthy cock of his and fuck him over in more ways than one. I thought to myself, “He’ll resist at first. But they always give in.” After all, who doesn’t love a little game of cat and mouse?
The sound of his voice draws out the side of you that you try to keep pushed down. It's the side of you that’s tender and ready to submit to a man who sees who you really are deep down: a slut. A man who sees just how sensitive you are to his charm, his warmth…his touch. “Shove it back down,” you think to yourself. Good girls don’t let anyone see. No one can know just how close you are from being a good girl who is poised and self-disciplined…to being a girl who’s a desperate slut, creaming on cock and begging to be filled again. But there’s always a daddy out there who will see that twinkle of need in your eye. And he’s not going to stop until he releases that inner slut inside of you.
Charlie Ford is the sexy friend of Elizabeth who has a misfortune of lacking style. She keeps to herself, her erotica books, and her values on waiting for marriage. But Elizabeth looks at Charlie and sees an exhilarating opportunity hiding under those clothes that practically scream, “I’m a virgin.” So, Elizabeth gives her a makeover and shows Charlie’s beauty off to her son, Parker. Then she convinces Charlie that she needs to “help” her “practice” having sex before her future wedding night. And she makes sure Parker is there to hear their whole conversation. Elizabeth is up to something. Whatever she has planned for those two …it’s something dirty and mischievous. Charlie is about to have her world rocked and Parker is in for the night of his life.
Anthony and his mom can’t seem to get along. At least, that’s how it appears above the surface. She’s cheating on his dad. And he’s upset, of course. But something else is on his mind. He can’t seem to stop wondering about how she felt, the way the other man touched her and the sounds she made when she came on his cock. It’s driving him a little mad. Maybe it's because he's jealous. Maybe it's because he's holding a grudge. But all he knows is that he can't stop thinking about how her soft lips would feel wrapped around his cock.
“She already betrayed my dad; I can’t betray him too,” he thinks to himself. But his mind still wanders. And when she’s near, his cock still hardens. Because he can feel that she wants him too. She dances around the subject of sex as they talk, wanting to surrender to her desire for him…but fighting it off. The tension only gets stronger for her, the more they talk and the closer she leans in. Something about him is making her think things she shouldn’t. It’s making her throb and ache with need. It makes her feel breathless when he touches her. And it makes her want more.
[From the perspective of Penny Barber] My step-nephew, who has some “complicated” feelings toward me, shows up unannounced at my house on the night of a very special date. And believe it or not, things only get messier from there. I wind up in my bedroom, hiding him from my date who’s standing right outside the door. Why? Because my nephew’s got a raging hard on and refuses to do something about it! My date is pissed, of course. He hears my nephew and thinks he’s just some guy in there I’m trying to hook up with.
Ew. I’m not trying to hook up with my nephew. And I’m certainly not attracted to him. I just need to get rid of his boner. His huge, long, and girthy…boner. The only course of action here is to get rid of it myself, right? Not because I’m into him. But because I really want to go on this date with this rich guy! That’s who I want to fuck me! Not my annoying, needy, adorable nephew with…with the most gorgeous eyes I’ve ever seen. And that pretty face. I don’t care that he’s the literal definition of a good boy who could fuck me into oblivion if I told him to. No. I don’t care at all.
[From the perspective of Ellie] I'm starting to feel like I'm going nuts. Every time I try to talk to my stepbrother, he acts weird. No, not creepy weird. More like...confusing? It's like he doesn't want to talk to me anymore. I didn't do anything wrong, though, I swear! And no, it's not boy hormones or whatever. He's not usually like this.
I'm not usually like this. I feel so out of control. I keep thinking about him. I keep creating excuses to talk to him. And thinking of ways I could have said something better. Recently, I've even been thinking about him more than the guy in my night class who keeps asking me out. I'm so tired of these mind games. I just need him to explain what his deal is so I can move on. That's it, I'm pretty sure. I just need to move on and then everything will go back to the way it was.