All Chapters of Dirty Seduction: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

I warmed her up with my tongue against her lovely slit, sweeping. I tickled her clit with the tip, stopping when she started begging me to suck at her. No. She wasn’t having that yet. Her torment hadn’t even begun.She tried out her bonds while I lubed up the first of the dildos on the table, but they didn’t give her so much as an inch, wrists bound tight to her ankles. I hitched her legs higher, and she was like a ragdoll, subject to however I wanted to position her. Perfect. Just as I’d imagined while writing the scene.I worked her pussy with three fingers nice and deep before I gave her the first of the dildos. I curled my fingers into position inside her, teasing the sweet spot, and they were still inside her when I pushed the fake dick in along with them. It was only a small one, but it was enough of a stretch that she cried out.Her pussy was getting used to be taken, but she was still a tight little girl.I was blessed with experience enough that my fingers didn’t just take on

ROSIEMY morning lessons flew by at college, and i was immune to any whispers or sneers coming my way. I didn’t give a shit about any of them, and I didn’t really give a shit about my classes today, either. I barely touched my notebooks or looked at my previous study notes, focusing purely on the textbooks in front of me and my little spiral bound jotter, flying high on the excitement of what was to come. I had a friend again. A real one, not a fake one.I met Lola in the library at lunchtime, and I didn’t even bother taking my novel out, just as she didn’t bother with her laptop. It was all about us, and the chatter.“Peter’s really keen to meet up,” she told me again. “He thinks dinner sounds great.”“Fab. Are you happy to come to ours, then?”The terms ours was becoming so much more natural.“Yeah, whenever you want.”“Saturday night?”She nodded. “Sounds great.”In the meantime, we had plenty of time to spend together.Our lunchtime of chatter turned into another session of sittin

I looked through car dealerships online, and on Friday afternoon I took a taxi to one in particular that had taken my fancy. I didn’t want something Oxford style extravagant, just something nice, and reliable, that would get Rosie and I around the country, to explore more than the dereliction of this crappy estate and the modest size of Worcester city centre.Getting into the old Ford and taking it for a test drive months after having abandoned my vehicle at home was quite an experience. I had no idea how much I’d missed it. I had the vendor at my side pointing out the benefits, but I largely ignored him, tuned in to just how good it felt to be on the road again. I couldn’t wait to take Rosie out in it.The deal was already sealed, the paperwork was just a necessity. I drove back to the apartment block and took advantage of the communal parking spaces, admiring the silver car as I walked away. It was nice. Well worth the money, unlike a load of the superficial monsters I’d had over th

She was right on that. Scottie could have set the world on fire, and Jayden’s loyalty would never fade. It could be buried, and fought, and Jayden could kick and scream, and tell his dad what an utter asshole he was, but it wouldn’t stop the love. Jayden would always forgive him. I only hoped it would be the same for Lola and me. And for Peter, too. I hoped family always came back. Loyal, even when they hated the choices we’d made. And what about Julian? I got a tickle of unease at that thought. Like a ghost of a wave up my back. “What?” Lola said, reading me. “I was just wondering,” I said, with the wine loosening my tongue. “Since we’re so hopeful that our families will forgive us one day, surely Julian must be, too.” “I would guess so. He must miss them like hell. He has kids, and a granddaughter. Didn’t you say he has a brother, too?” “Michael, yeah.” “Has he reached out to them?” I shook my head. “I don’t think so. Not that I know of. He doesn’t think there’s any point,

Their hug lasted for ages, both of them swaying and clutching each other tight. Rosie virtually leapt into Peter’s arms to say goodbye, as Lola leapt into mine, without hesitation. I looked at Rosie’s arms around Peter’s neck, squeezing in the way I knew. Her eyes were sparkling as she thanked him for coming, and he was still beaming as he gave me a slap on the back and shook my hand. “Was ace, Julian, thanks so much.” “See you soon!” Rosie said, as she waved them off from the front door. The neighbours would be despising me even more after this week. Drunk guests leaving, and a hundred heavy deliveries coming up the stairs. In my drunken state, I found it humorous. Rosie’s arms were ready for my neck next. I lifted her up, and she wrapped her legs around my waist, holding on to me like a koala bear as I walked us through to the kitchen for another drink. “You’re amazing,” she said with a giggle and a slur. “And you’re drunk.” “Yeah. I like it.” “Like being trashed on w