I’m Robin Glasser, your guide to the alluring and audacious.

Every month, I scavenge through a treasure trove of stories shared by you—our daring and unshy readers—who turn everyday encounters into escapades that make our pulses race and cheeks flush. Don’t forget, if you’ve had an experience worth sharing or need tips to create your own risqué rendezvous, drop me a line. Your tales and inquiries are the heartbeat of this newsletter.Prepare to be inspired… and maybe a bit flushed. Let’s get into it!

Hey Robin,

Let me paint a vivid picture: a rare kid-free night at a sleek Houston high-rise. After tearing up the dinner scene with too many cocktails, we were charged and ready to dive into some adult-only fun—starting right in the fucking elevator. As soon as the elevator doors closed behind us, sealing us in a shiny, private box soaring upwards, the playful flirting that had started over dinner ignited into more daring actions. By the 10th floor, we were knotted in a heated embrace, my husband’s hands exploring with a boldness fueled by the night’s earlier libations. His fingers traced tantalizing paths across my body before one daring digit slipped past the lace barrier of my panties and found its way inside my rear, sending a quiver of pleasure through me just as the elevator dinged on the 20th floor.

Startled, we paused as the elevator doors slid open revealing a new entrance: the bellboy. He was a young man, probably in his mid-20s, with a lean, athletic build that his crisp, form-fitting uniform accentuated rather impressively. As he stepped into the elevator, his gaze momentarily lingered on us, particularly at the slightly awkward but tantalizing scene of my slightly skewed position against the wall.

Instead of scooping up my dignity, I shot him a saucy grin and smoothed my dress down, feeling naughtier than ever. My tipsy brain fired up a brilliant idea. “Could you help us with these?” I flirted, nodding at our bags but obviously hinting at more. He flashed a knowing smirk, and suddenly, helping with ‘bags’ took on a delicious double entendre.

Inside our suite, my husband was all revved up by the show in the elevator. Riding the wave of excitement, I whispered, “I want both of you—now. One in my pussy, one in my ass.” Shock and desire flickered across his face. He was clearly taken aback but fucking turned on at the same time.  His initial surprise swiftly shifted to eager anticipation. The mood between us charged up further; it was clear he was all in for pushing our sexual boundaries to a whole new level tonight. Glancing over at the bellboy with a bold, come-hither stare, I tipped my head slightly, signaling our room and murmuring, “You’re not just going to stand there, are you?” My voice was low, dripping with a challenge and an invite all rolled into one. The bellboy wasted no time springing into action. He closed the small gap between us with a few confident strides, his eyes locked onto mine like a predator honing in on its prey. The air crackled with sexual tension as he stood there, close enough that I could feel the heat radiating off his body, smell the crispness of his fresh uniform mixed with the underlying adrenaline that started to pump through his veins.
Eager to make the most of this erotic opportunity, his hands reached out, slightly trembling but sure, brushing against my hips as he found his voice, a barely audible, “Where do you want me?” It was clear from his thick, aroused tone and the bulge growing in his pants that he was more than ready to join in, to follow our lead into uncharted sexual waters, his professionalism entirely abandoned at the door.

The bellboy wasted no time; he stripped swiftly, his cock stiff and ready. With my husband in front of me and our new friend behind, I felt their hands and cocks ready to indulge me. My husband slipped into my pussy, his familiar cock filling me right up while the bellboy positioned his throbbing dick at my ass, edging into territory we hadn’t boldly explored like this before. The dual sensation of being completely filled was dizzying—the stretch in my ass and the fullness in my pussy blurred into a sharp, ecstatic haze.

As my climax rippled through me, waves of intense pleasure engulfing every fiber, the guys didn’t skip a beat. Breathing heavily, overcome with lust, they glanced at each other with a silent agreement that spoke volumes. Their hands steadied my hips as I caught my breath, still trembling from the orgasm that had just washed over me. My husband, with a mischievous glint in his eye, and the bellboy, burning with youthful audacity, slowly coordinated their movements. One by one, they began to press into my ass, gently at first, to gauge my reaction. The sensation was unlike anything I had ever felt— overwhelmingly intense, a stretch filled with both challenge and exquisite satisfaction. As they both entered, the initial discomfort melted into a flood of adrenaline-fueled pleasure, pushing me toward a frontier of ecstasy I hadn’t explored before.

At one point, both pushing into my ass simultaneously was too much, too fast. “Fuck, slow down!” I gasped, half-laughing, half-moaning. The way they filled me, stretching me wider than I’d ever imagined, felt like divine fucking overload. As soon as their deep, powerful thrusts synchronized, the experience intensified wildly. The young, black bellboy was definitely bigger—his dick was thick, long, and stretching me in a way I hadn’t felt before. Every move he made felt massive inside me, and alongside my husband’s familiar fill, it was like being split wide fucking open.

“My god, you’re so big,”

“My god, you’re so big,” I gasped, barely able to catch my breath as he plunged deeper. The stretch was insane—the slick mix of pre-cum and my own wetness allowed him to slide in and out, but the pressure of his size made my moans louder and more desperate. His black cock, massive and relentless, pushed against places inside me that felt both electrifyingly new and slightly terrifying.

With each thrust, the ache blended into waves of crazy pleasure. I could feel every inch of him and my husband as they moved in and out, filling me completely. “Don’t stop, fuck,” I cried out, the sensation teetering on the edge of overwhelming. The room echoed with the sound of their hips smacking against mine, the wet, sloppy noise of their cocks working me over becoming a perverse rhythm I couldn’t get enough of.

As they both plunged deeper, their balls wet and slapping against my skin, my climax built rapidly. The mix of their cum and mine created a messy, sticky heat that only added to the depravity of the situation. With each of their thrusts, I could feel myself spiraling towards another orgasm, harder and rawer than any before. As we approached the crescendo of our intensely physical liaison, the sensations intensified to almost unbearable levels. Suddenly, the bellboy tensed, his breath catching. “I’m close,” he gasped, his voice a mix of urgency and restraint. With a few final plunges, he released, his hot cum filling me. The sensation of him coming deep inside me was raw and overwhelming, leaving me breathless as I felt every pulse of his climax. At that moment, my husband, fueled by the sight and overwhelmed with lust, quickly pulled out from my now-stretched and cum-filled ass. In a swift motion laden with desire, he positioned himself in front of me. My face, flush with the heat of our activities, was now the target of his release. I opened slightly, the taste of my own arousal mixed with the saltiness of sweat as he stroked himself fervently. With a low groan, he came, his cum splattering across my face and mouth. The hot, viscous fluid smeared over my skin, mixing with the taste of my own body on my lips— a stark, erotic reminder of the wildness we’d indulged in.

Left gaping and gasping, I felt the cool air hit my stretched, cum-filled ass, contrasting sharply with the warm stickiness on my face. The room fell into a sudden, heavy silence, punctuated only by our collective heavy breathing. The physical reminder of their possession and pleasure evident on my body and the lingering stretch where both had been mere moments ago was both satisfying and startling. The whole encounter—raw, intense, and filled with carnal energy—left a lingering, potent mix of emotion and sensuality that clung to my flushed skin.

They collapsed beside me, and we were a heaving, laughing, sweaty mess—grinning at the sheer audacity and thrill of it all.

We tossed the bellboy his tip—definitely more than he bargained for—and he’s on my speed dial now because some favors are too good not to ask for twice.

Keep it filthy,

Louise from Houston