Wet tales

Roberta Valente Sunday morning, unmade bed, his scent. The perfume of roses drifted in through the half-open window, mingling with the intoxicating scent of sex... A distant gaze, lost thoughts. She saw him, almost touched him. She remembered every inch of his naked body, which she observed avidly while blindfolding him. She noticed the goosebumps, the trembling hands, the intense desire, the mad longing to be possessed. The memories froze in his moan when, boldly, he touched

Roberta Valente Valentina felt her hair held by his hand. The force he used to possess her was immense, as if he wanted to pull her inside him. His penis penetrated her insides as if it were the last time he would see her. He was a sweet and seductive man. He knew how to drive her crazy. He could draw out the hottest and most lasting pleasures from her. Her legs would tremble, her heart would race, and her breath would become ragged; that's how she felt now, after coming many

Sister Danna The next morning I decided to keep my promise and take Danna to see one of the most romantic Hungarian thermal baths, the one with a section called the "Cave of Love." I didn't tell her this detail; it was going to be a pleasant surprise. Strangely, we didn't make love that morning. I was feeling rather unmotivated and very hungry. Why, I wonder? We had a delicious cappuccino at a pastry shop near the apartment, ate some savory and sweet snacks, got in the car an

Sister Danna It had been over a week since we'd seen each other because I'd had to travel for business. I'd bought a new car in Vienna, a brand new silver Audi with tinted windows. Full of pride, I parked in front of the building and called Danna on the intercom. She came down from the fourth floor in less than two minutes. She looked gorgeous, her hair tied back, a few strands loose on her face, smelling wonderful, and showing off her delicious legs. In her right hand she he