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Dirty Little Lessons (An Erotica Collection) Sex Toys 03
I woke up slowly, my body heavy with the delicious ache of the night before. Sunlight slipped through the half-closed blinds, painting thin golden stripes across the sheets tangled around my legs. My skin still tingled in places—my nipples faintly sore from the clamps, the insides of my thighs tender from how wide Alex had spread me. Between my legs I felt swollen, sensitive, and embarrassingly slick even now, hours later.He was already awake. I could tell by the way the mattress shifted when he moved, by the soft clink of something being set on the nightstand. I kept my eyes closed a moment longer, pretending to sleep, just to feel him watching me.“Morning, beautiful,” he murmured, voice rough from sleep.I cracked one eye open. Alex sat on the edge of the bed wearing nothing but black boxer briefs that did very little to hide how hard he already was. In his hand was my favorite silicone dildo—the thick, ridged one with the suction cup base I sometimes stuck to the shower wall when
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Next came the nipple clamps, the adjustable ones with a chain connecting them. I'd only used them a couple of times, loving the bite of pain mixed with pleasure. He attached one to each nipple, tightening them just enough to make me hiss. The pull of the chain added a constant pressure, heightening my sensitivity."Beautiful," he murmured, tugging lightly on the chain. I yelped, the sensation shooting straight to my core.Then, he surprised me by bringing out the wand vibrator—the big one, with the powerful head that could make me cum in seconds if used right. He plugged it in, and positioned it between my legs, not turning it on yet. Instead, he used his fingers first, dipping two inside me, curling them to hit that perfect spot."You're so ready," he said, pumping them in and out while his thumb circled my clit. I was dripping, the sounds obscene in the quiet room."Yes, please, don't stop," I pleaded.But he did, replacing his fingers with the wand. On low, it rumbled against me, t
Dirty Little Lessons (An Erotica Collection) Sex Toys 01
I laid on the bed, my heart pounding in my chest as I felt the cool silk of the blindfold slip over my eyes. The room was dim, but now it was pitch black, heightening every other sense. My boyfriend, Alex, had whispered something about a surprise earlier that evening, but I hadn't expected this. His fingers trailed lightly down my arm, sending shivers across my skin, and I could hear the faint rustle of him moving around the room. We had been together for over a year, and our sex life was already adventurous, but tonight felt different."Trust me," he said, his voice low and commanding, as he tied my wrists loosely to the headboard with soft scarves. Not tight enough to hurt, but enough to make me feel deliciously helpless. I nodded, my breath coming in short gasps, already aroused just from the anticipation. My body was bare, exposed to the air-conditioned chill of our bedroom, and my nipples hardened without him even touching them yet.I heard the drawer open—the one where I kept
Dirty Little Lessons (An Erotica Collection) After Saying "I Do" 05
Chris’s arm stayed tight around my waist, his palm flat and warm against my stomach, fingers splayed in that same possessive way he’d held me all night. His cock—softening now but still heavy—was pressed against the curve of my ass, slick with everything we’d done. I could feel the slow drip still leaking from me, pooling on the cot, making the thin mattress even damper beneath my hip.I kept my eyes closed a second longer, trying to catch my breath, trying to make sense of the fact that my husband was standing three feet away—half-undressed, hard, watching—and hadn’t yelled, hadn’t stormed out, and hadn’t even looked away.When I finally opened my eyes again, Mathew was staring right at me.His shirt hung open, chest rising and falling too fast. The front of his trousers was tented obscenely, he hadn’t bothered to zip back up after palming himself earlier. His hair was wrecked, lips parted, pupils so blown the irises were almost gone.He took one more step. The cot creaked when his k
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Mathew’s voice was thick, amused, almost lazy, as if he’d just walked in on us playing cards instead of finding his brand-new wife naked on a cot with another man’s cock still buried inside her.Chris didn’t flinch, even though he had frozen inside me.He stayed exactly where he was—deep, thick, still half-hard and twitching inside me—his hips pressed flush to mine, one hand braced beside my head, the other still loosely cupping my breast. His breathing was steady. The only sign he’d registered Mathew’s presence was the slow, deliberate flex of his cock inside me, a single lazy throb that made me clench around him involuntarily.I couldn’t move, couldn’t speak. My heart slammed so hard I thought it might crack a rib. My thighs were still wrapped around Chris’s waist, ankles locked at the small of his back, body still trembling from the orgasm building up inside me. My juice was leaking out around where we were joined, warm and slick, dripping down my ass onto the thin mattress.Math
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I must have dozed off for a little while—maybe twenty minutes, or an hour—because when my eyes fluttered open again the fluorescent hum in the main bay had dimmed to a single overhead bulb. The rain was still tapping the metal roof, but it was softer now, like it was running out of energy. My body felt heavy, my thighs were sticky, and the wedding dress twisted around my waist, Chris’s flannel still draped over my shoulders like a second skin.The office door creaked. And Chris stepped inside, freshly showered. His hair was damp and darker, and combed back from his forehead. He’d changed into clean black sweatpants that hung low on his hips and nothing else. Water droplets still clung to the ridges of his collarbone, tracing slow paths down the defined lines of his chest and abs. The faint scent of plain soap and clean skin replaced the earlier motor-oil edge. He looked clean,like he'd taken an extra effort to wash the smell and stain of motor oils from his skin.He closed the door b
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