Wet tales

Sister Danna I must have snored a lot because when I woke up Danna was no longer in the apartment. There was only a perfumed note on the dresser saying, “Happy birthday, love of my life! Take a shower, shave, and come back to bed because soon you'll be here.” You will receive your gift...” Wow, I hadn't even remembered that I was turning 50 that day... how time flies... but they were well-lived years, I couldn't complain... and these last few days we spent together in Budapes

Sister Danna It was 3:30 in the morning and I couldn't fall asleep. I kept tossing and turning in bed, remembering all our sexual escapades in Budapest. I still hadn't visited one of its famous thermal baths, and Reno had promised to take me there. With an enigmatic smile, he had told me that the changing rooms were relatively large, about the size of an elevator, and that two people could easily fit inside at the same time. I kept imagining what he was going to do to me ther

Roberta Valente I had the feeling of being watched, and I was. At the back of the restaurant, facing me, eyes were undressing me. I felt naked. Penetrated by the force of their gaze. My body reacted. My skin tingled. My nipples hardened. My intimacy moistened. I was being desired. Possessed. Restless. Sudden lust. Heat. Wet hands. Need. Eyes meeting. Hands subtly caressing between my legs. Pleasure. Delicacy. Desire. My heart pounding. Almost breathless. I wanted him. Without

Roberta Valente She felt exhausted; the day had been hard, but her thoughts wouldn't stop. She kept thinking about the previous day. She met him at a café, as they had arranged. His eyes were watery, tears streaming slowly down his face. She thought about not commenting on what she saw, but it was impossible to pretend not to see. She realized he preferred not to speak, only to remain silent, so she fell silent. That's how they stayed for the entire time they were there until