In the hotel - Erotic stories

Eyes never lie. I kept telling myself this over and over, leaning against the bathroom sink, trying to focus, trying to piss. Eyes never lie. But being half-hard made it a challenge, as if my body itself was conflicted. I just needed time—a moment to think, to figure out what the hell to do next. Maybe if I wanked off, I’d get some clarity, let the haze of desire lift. She can't be real. I have…

The photo shoot had been going on for hours. Alexandra and her friends were getting tired, but they couldn't show it. The manager of the latex fashion company, a tall, imposing man named Marco, was watching their every move, scrutinizing every inch of their bodies. He had a reputation for being demanding and ruthless, and the girls had heard horror stories about models who had disobeyed him. …