Chapter: Pleasuring Myself (3)The video kept playing. Her fingers were relentless now, three of them slamming deep into her soaked pussy with wet, obscene slaps that echoed through my headphones. She angled the camera lower so I could see every detail: the way her smooth lips stretched around her plunging fingers, the creamy wetness coating her hand, the way her swollen clit peeked out, begging for attention. She pulled her fingers free with a filthy squelch, spread her pussy wide open for the lens, showing the pink, glistening inside clenching on nothing. Then she slapped her clit lightly, once, twice, making herself moan loud and shameless.My breath came shallow and fast. My nipples strained against the thin fabric of my T-shirt, hard and aching. I squeezed my breasts again, harder this time, digging my fingers into the soft flesh, imagining her hands instead of mine. I rolled my nipples between thumb and forefinger, tugging until the sharp pleasure made my hips jerk forward in the chair.On screen she brought
Last Updated: 2026-05-01
Chapter: Pleasuring Myself (2)I sank onto the couch, the silk dress crumpling beneath me as my body folded in on itself. Tears came fast and hot, sliding down my cheeks in silent streams. The fairy lights twinkled mockingly overhead, the candles flickered like they were laughing at me, and the rich smell of garlic shrimp pasta mocked every careful plan I had made. What did I do wrong? The question looped in my head, over and over. Was I too clingy? Not affectionate enough? Did he meet someone at the conference? Was I bad in bed? Not pretty enough anymore? The thoughts clawed at me, sharp and relentless, until my chest ached with every sob I tried to swallow.I do not know how long I sat there, knees drawn up, face buried in my hands, letting the tears soak my palms. Hours maybe. The candles burned lower, wax pooling on the coffee table. The food cooled into a congealed mess. My phone stayed dark and silent on the counter. There was no follow-up text, no explanation, nothing. Just those eight cold words: Lena, I’m
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Chapter: BOOK FIVE: Pleasuring Myself (1)~Lena’s POV~“Listen,” Jasmine said, leaning forward on my couch with that wicked sparkle in her eyes, wine sloshing dangerously close to the rim of her glass. “I’m telling you, there is nothing…absolutely nothing,like sliding two fingers over your clit after a long day and just letting go. Last weekend I had the apartment to myself and I swear I spent forty minutes edging and teasing my pussy until it was so swollen and wet I could hear every little stroke. When I finally rubbed hard and fast I came so hard my legs shook for ages. I still get wet thinking about it.”Naomi laughed, stretching out in the armchair like a satisfied cat. “Please. I’ve been obsessed with my glass dildo lately. I get it ice-cold from the fridge, lie back, spread my legs wide and slide it in slow. The chill plus the pressure on my g-spot? Lethal. I don’t even touch my clit half the time and I still come screaming. Solo sex is elite. No awkward rhythm, no guessing games…just pure, selfish pleasure.”They both
Last Updated: 2026-01-11
Chapter: She Won't Fuck Me? Okay, He Will(5) [MM]Marcus pulled away and stood up, towering over me, his cock jutting hard and slick from my spit. He grabbed my wrist and pulled me to my feet so fast my head spun. His mouth crashed into mine again, brutal and hungry, tongue shoving deep, teeth clashing. I could still taste myself on him, salty and sharp, mixed with his own flavor. My hands clawed at his shoulders, nails digging into muscle. He broke the kiss only to growl against my lips, "Bed. Now." There was an old pull-out couch against the far wall, the sheets rumpled from some past visit. Marcus shoved me toward it. I stumbled, pants still tangled at my ankles, and he kicked them off me completely. I was naked now, skin prickling in the cool air, I hit the mattress on my back. The fabric was rough against my spine, smelling faintly of dust and old cologne. Marcus loomed above me, stripping his sweatpants in one rough yank. His cock slapped heavy against his abs, veins throbbing, head glossy with leftover spit and pre-cum. H
Last Updated: 2026-01-09
Chapter: She Won't Fuck Me? Okay, He will(4) [MM]My feet were glued to the floor. I just stood there in the doorway, the dim basement light painting Marcus in gold and shadow, his fist sliding slow and slick up that thick, angry cock. The wet sound of it—skin on skin, pre-cum coating his fingers filled the quiet like a filthy heartbeat. His head was thrown back, throat working on another low groan, and I swear my knees nearly buckled. Then his eyes snapped open. Locked on me. He didn’t stop. If anything, his stroke slowed and became deliberate. A lazy twist over the swollen head that made his hips twitch and another bead of clear fluid spill over his knuckles. His lips curved into a half smirk. “Enjoying the show, Theo?” My mouth went dry. I should have said something clever. I should have apologized and backed out. Instead I stepped inside and pulled the door shut behind me with a soft click that sounded like surrender. Marcus’s gaze raked over me—bare feet, pajama pants hanging low, the obscene tent I couldn’t hide. His
Last Updated: 2026-01-09
Chapter: She Won't Fuck Me? Okay,He Will(3) [MM]He didn’t stop me as I fled to the spare room, shutting the door softly behind me. I stood there in the dark like an idiot, heart hammering, cock still half-hard and aching from Marcus’s grip. I’d run. Actually run from the one thing I’d fantasized about for longer than I cared to admit. What the fuck was wrong with me? I stripped mechanically, threw myself onto the bed, and stared at the ceiling. The sheets smelled faintly of laundry detergent and the ghost of Marcus’s cologne from when he’d hugged me earlier. My skin prickled everywhere his hand had been…my thigh, the zipper, the slow, filthy stroke along my shaft that had nearly made me come in my jeans like a teenager. Sleep wasn’t coming. Not tonight. Instead, my mind replayed everything in merciless loops. Sarah. Beautiful, kind Sarah, my wife of twelve years hadn’t touched me like that in forever. Sex had become a polite negotiation. The lights were always off, and we always did a missionary that was quick and quiet
Last Updated: 2026-01-08
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