He had committed such unspeakable acts—how could he be so shameless? But Tim had something on me. And sure enough, my phone buzzed soon after with a series of videos from an unknown number.The lighting in the footage was dim, but it was clear enough to make out what had happened that night at the hot springs. Those two men who hadn't appeared? They had been hiding in the shadows, filming everything—the moments with Lisa and me. Tim planned to blackmail me, to force me into more of their disgusting games. I was scared and horrified. If he sent those videos to my parents, they wouldn't be able to handle it. They were traditional and had raised me with strict morals, constantly reminding me that a woman must be virtuous and that premarital sex was absolutely forbidden. After starting college, I couldn’t resist the temptations presented by my peers and took a bite of the forbidden fruit. From then on, it was as if I had opened Pandora's box, sinking ever deeper into indulgence.
Ever since Corey Richards and I broke up, I've been in a constant state of gloom. Not that I was head over heels for him, but the time we spent together was just too good to let go. He was, without a doubt, the most outstanding man I had ever met. Whether it was his stamina or his physique, he was by far the best boyfriend I've ever had. From our very first date, I felt a kind of pleasure I'd never experienced before, a joy so profound that I was startled by the secret my own body had been hiding. Turns out, I was born with a craving—for that kind of pleasure. Once I'd tasted the best of it, I found myself falling more in love with it, over and over again. But I hadn't realized it until I met someone like Corey, someone who was a masterpiece of a man. After that, there was no turning back. I became insatiable, always wanting more, needing more. But Corey couldn't keep up with the constant demand for affection, the way I clung to him day and night, and in the end, he chose t
Lisa wasted no time helping me buy a full set of cycling gear for our weekend adventure. But when the package arrived, I was confused. She must have made a mistake when ordering because the cycling outfit I got was… a schoolgirl uniform. I thought it was odd, but the real shock came when Lisa sent me a photo of her own cycling outfit. It looked like she was fully suited up for a hardcore ride, but then she added a teasing note: the outfit was actually a cleverly designed lingerie set. I was speechless. All I could send her were three question marks. Lisa's response was cryptic and mischievous. "You don't get it. This is where the real fun of cycling lies.""Think about it," she added, "all those tiny pebbles on the road, the bumpy mountain paths, and the feel of the wind… combined with a little ‘freedom' underneath. It's like flying.""I had this custom-made," she continued. "Yours is a bit more conservative than mine, though. I figured you couldn't handle my level of boldnes
Lisa, nestled between two men, didn't resist at all. Instead, she seemed to revel in their attention, playfully hitting one of them on the chest with a mock pout. "Stop it! Julie is still here. Later tonight, the three of us can have some fun." My eyes widened in shock as I watched them banter, and a strange thought flashed through my mind. Could she possibly mean... that kind of fun? Before I could process the situation further, Tim—whom Lisa had introduced earlier—stepped forward, trying to wrap his arm around my waist. He was dressed in a sleek black sports outfit that clung to his muscular frame, his abs clearly defined underneath. Despite his imposing figure, the way his eyes lingered on me made me uncomfortable, like he was sizing me up. I could feel my heart racing with unease. I quickly dodged, pretending to be tired from the cycling. "I'm feeling a bit worn out from the ride. I think I'll head to the tent to rest," I said, hoping to get away.Lisa gave me an amused,
The slight incline of the path only slowed the man's pace even more. They didn't seem in any hurry, likely unaware that someone might be hidden nearby, watching. My eyes were drawn, almost instinctively, to where their bodies met, and I noticed the man's hand moving as he undid his zipper... The bike rocked steadily back and forth, their bodies moving in sync with the rhythm of the wheels. My heart raced, my face flushed, and I stood frozen in place. Lisa was actually... doing that with him, right there on the bicycle. Fear gripped me—I couldn't make a sound or move a muscle, terrified they would notice me. After all, they were so engrossed in their actions, they hadn't even considered the possibility of an audience. It became clear that the bike's limitations made it difficult for them to continue for long, so they finally got off. The man pushed Lisa against a thick tree trunk, his movements becoming desperate and fevered as he indulged his long-suppressed desires. Watc
The sky grew darker, and the only light around the campsite came from a few small lamps. Tim and Shawn were nowhere to be seen. Perhaps they were resting in their tents or hiding somewhere, watching us from the shadows. I shivered as the chilly mountain air brushed against my skin. The flimsy fabric of my swimsuit did little to protect me from the cold. But as soon as I slipped into the hot spring, the warmth enveloped me, melting away the chill. The water felt amazing, and the faint scent of sulfur confirmed that this was indeed a natural spring. The water rose to my chest, and the steam swirled around me in the cool night air. I let out a contented sigh, fully enjoying the soothing heat. "Where are they?" I asked, glancing around. Before I could get an answer, a large bubble suddenly popped in the yellowish spring water near me, catching my attention. I barely had time to focus before two dark heads emerged from beneath the surface with a splash. "Ahh—!" I screamed in
Tim's hands felt like they were ablaze, igniting sparks wherever they touched me. Even submerged in the warm water, I could feel my body heat up. The sensation grew more intense with every second. His fingers moved with deliberate slowness, teasingly untying my bikini top, and gliding around to the front as he undid the knot. His reaction was immediate—his sharp intake of breath brushed against the nape of my neck as he took in the full sight of me. I couldn't help but notice Shawn, too, momentarily distracted from his heated embrace with Lisa, stealing glances in my direction. It was as I had suspected—no man could resist a body like mine, sculpted and natural. Feeling a newfound boldness, I mimicked Lisa's earlier movements, swaying my body provocatively. The effect on Tim was immediate. His desire, barely contained, pushed him to dive beneath the water. His hands greedily reached for the last scrap of fabric that still clung to me. But I wasn't about to let him have his