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A cum-stained visit to the doc
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2026-01-24 16:14:32
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Cravings, and Lustful Confessions. Book Six: Chapter Ten
John's hold on Anya's hair didn't slack, neither did he move an inch. He stared at James intensely, "do you still want to fuck my wife?" A smirk curled up James lips, he twist his fingers inside of Clara, "it's all I could think of."John swallowed. His heart was a drum in his ears, heavy and insistent. He could feel Anya's eyes on him, that knowing green gaze, patient and hungry. "How about an exchange. My wife for yours?"Clara's breath caught. She waited for the shame to hit, the hot wave of humiliation that should have drowned her. Her husband was trading her. Offering her up like a bargaining chip for another woman's cunt. But the shame didn't come. Instead, a fresh, molten rush of heat flooded her core. Her inner walls clenched around her own unmoving fingers. The idea of being passed from one man to another, of being wanted so openly, so carnally, made her dizzy. She pressed her thighs together, and the slick sound was loud in the stillness.James dropped Clara down slowly,
Cravings, and Lustful Confessions. Book Six: Chapter Nine
John watched as James's mouth moved over Clara's, a deep, possessive kiss that made her hands come up to clutch at his shoulders.He wanted to scream at her to move, to run away, to push James away. But every word he meant to say got sucked back into his throat. He... he couldn't produce a single sound.It wasn't just his mind that was frozen, but his physical self too. His legs wouldn't move no matter how hard he tried.It felt like he loved seeing his wife being kissed by another man, being touched in a way that no man's wife should be touched.Anya could see the frustration on John's face, the internal battle he was having with himself. And that made her smirk.She looked him in the eyes, and while holding his gaze, she leaned in, placing soft, open-mouthed kisses along Clara's throat. Each one made Clara's breath stutter.Her fingers hooked into the neckline of Clara's shirt and pulled, the fabric stretching until her shoulder was bared. Then her lips traveled to the exposed curve
Cravings, and Lustful Confessions. Book Six: Chapter Eight
The afternoon sun slanted through the windows of the main lodge, painting the polished floorboards in long, warm rectangles. John sat in a leather armchair in what James called the den, a cozy room off the main lobby with a large television, a well-stocked bookshelf, and a smell of woodsmoke.He despised being alone with James but it wasn’t something he could avoid without being suspicious. He was taking a walk around the resort, spending an afternoon to himself when James had found him an hour ago, looking pensive.“Clara’s with Anya, yeah?” James had said, not really asking. He held up two bottles of a local craft beer, condensation beading on the dark glass. “Might as well. Catch up on the match. What do you think?”And with James not giving much of a choice, in the next few minutes he was sitting just a few spaces away from the man he had watched eat out his wife tentatively.Both men sat in silence and just watched the game. John was grateful for that; he didn’t think he could ho
Cravings, and Lustful Confessions. Book Six: Chapter Seven
Somehow, it felt like Anya was rubbing her breasts against her back on purpose. But Clara told herself it was incidental; it was all in her head. Anya just really loved to teach.But then the touches lingered. Anya’s hand, after helping Clara shape the rising wall of a lopsided bowl, slid down to rest on Clara’s wrist, her thumb stroking the sensitive skin of her inner arm.Clara’s breath caught. She kept her eyes fixed on the spinning clay.“You have gentle hands,” Anya said, her voice barely above the whir of the wheel. Her other hand came up to cradle Clara’s elbow, her touch firm yet caressing. “Strong, but gentle. That’s a good combination.”“Thanks,” Clara whispered, her mouth dry.Anya didn’t move away. She stayed pressed along Clara’s back, her chin nearly resting on Clara’s shoulder. “So,” she said, the word a soft puff of air against Clara’s neck. “Did you enjoy it?”The wheel hummed. The clay wobbled under Clara’s unsure fingers. “Enjoy what? Pottery?”“No, silly.” Anya gig
Cravings, and Lustful Confessions. Book Six: Chapter Six
The morning light filtered through the pines in soft and golden colours, resting upon the gravel path that led from their cabin to the main lodge.Clara walked beside her husband, her steps matching his. A small, genuine smile played on her lips, one she didn’t have to force. She felt loose.Her usual morning-after stiffness was replaced by a pleasant, humming warmth between her legs, a lingering echo of the shocks that had wracked her body hours before.John walked with his hands in his pockets, his shoulders not quite as squared as usual. He wasn’t smiling, but there was a new set to his jaw, a quiet, contemplative pride in the way he occasionally glanced at her from the corner of his eye.He had done that. He had brought those sounds from her throat, those tremors to her thighs.He should be repulsed by what he had subjected himself to. He wasn’t.Instead, the memory of her taste was a vivid ghost on his tongue. He felt like he had discovered a fragment of a complex, secret languag
Cravings, and Lustful Confessions. Book Six: Chapter Five
In the dim amber light, she could see him looking. Really looking at her. Taking in the thatch of dark curls down there, the shape of her mound. She felt exposed, but in the most exciting way.John wasn’t staring at her only to rediscover her; he was staring at her because his mind had gone blank. He only knew how to guide his length into her, nothing about burying his face there.How was he to engage with it?Her outer lips were full, a darker shade of pink, glistening slightly even in dim light. He could see the inner, smaller lips peeking out, puffy and soft. He had never noticed such small details before.He bent his head, letting go of everything holding him back.His first touch wasn’t with his tongue, but with his breath. A warm exhalation that made her flinch and gasp. Next, with much caution, he pressed his lips to the very top of her mound, giving it a dry, close-mouthed kiss.He felt awkward the moment he did it, but that didn’t stop him. He tried again, shifting lower. Thi
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