All Chapters of Dirty Little Lessons (An Erotica Collection): Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

I stepped in front of the window at exactly 9 on the dot.The red silk robe smooth against my skin, the hem brushing my mid-thigh. My nipples were already so hard they ached, pressing visibly against the thin fabric.Across the street, Room 1212 glowed like a night club. Jonah stood in the center, shirtless, his gray sweatpants slung so low I could see the deep V cutting, lined with veins into his pants. One hand held his phone, the other was wrapped around the thick base of his cock, stroking slowly, giving it deliberate pulls.My phone vibrated against the windowsill, it was a video call.I answered.The screen split, his hotel room behind him, and me framed in my own window like a live painting.“Look at you,” he rasped, the moment I answered the call. “Red silk, the city lights turning it see-through. Every fucking car on the street can see those hard little nipples begging for my mouth.”He didn’t tell me to speak, he just w

So here’s the thing, I’d been in a sex/relationship dry spell for months. Like, “my vibrator was getting more action than my entire dating history” kind of dry spell. Work had been insane, my ex had moved to Portland with some yoga instructor named River, and I was just over it. Over the dating apps, over straight girls who “just wanted to experiment,” over every fucking thing.That’s why I said yes when my friend Marisol texted me about this rooftop thing in Bushwick, it wasn’t some random bar night. It was one of those invite-only lesbian parties the girls in the know whisper about, the ones with the password at the door and the guest list that gets passed around in DMs. They call it “Siren” and it happens like twice a summer. Everyone’s hot, everyone’s queer, and nobody’s pretending they’re there to network.I spent way too long getting ready. Shaved everything that could be shaved, lotioned up until I smelled like coconut and bad decisions. I picked the black dress that makes my a

She laughed softly against my neck, that low, filthy sound that always made my cunt clench, and slid two fingers straight back inside me like she’d never left.They went in so easily, so fucking easily, because I was still swollen and dripping from the last round. The wet sound was obscene, slick and loud in the quiet bedroom. Her palm pressed flat against my clit, fingers curled just right, and I arched off the mattress with a broken moan.“Listen to that greedy little pussy,” she murmured, her lips brushing the shell of my ear. “Still sucking me in like it’s starving. You’re making such a mess, baby.”I couldn’t answer, I could only spread my legs wider, heels digging into the sheets, hips rolling to create a rhythm with her hand. She pumped slowly at first, deliberate, dragging her fingers out until just the tips teased my entrance, then slamming them back in deep enough that I felt it in my throat.“You feel how open you are for me?” she whispered, adding a third finger without wa

Mondays are always the same for me. My company schedules a 9 a.m. Zoom meeting to go over the previous week’s sales numbers. Same boring hour every week. I just roll out of bed, throw on the oversized hoodie that stops right below my ass cheeks, no bra, no panties, with my hair looking like it lost a fight with a tornado, and sit at the kitchen table with my phone and my laptop. The camera only captures from my collarbones up to my head, twenty-something coworkers staring while we pretend to care about conversion rates.That Monday I was forty-five minutes into the meeting when my phone buzzed.Valentina: Open the fucking door, my pussy’s already wet for you.I muted myself, after saying “coffee,” and went out of the kitchen to open the door.She was soaked from the rain, her white tank top glued to her tits, nipples hard as rocks, joggers slung low, holding two cups of coffee and a bakery bag. She stepped in, kicked the door shut, and kissed me so deep.“Back to your meeting,” she g

I was bent over the hood of my own car, with my dress rolled up around my waist, my bare pussy dripping down my thighs. My nipples scraped the hot hood every time I breathed, and I could feel more juice slipping out of me, mixing with the night air.Officer Reed stood behind me, silent for so long I started shaking. Then I heard the clink of metal, and cold steel snapped around my left wrist, then my right, pinning my hands behind my back, the clinking sound of the metal went straight to my clit.“Spread your fucking legs wider,” he growled.I spread my legs wider until my pussy opened completely for him, the cool air licked my soaked folds. I felt another thick drop of wetness slide out of me and roll down my thigh.He stepped in closer, I felt the rough fabric of his uniform pants against my bare ass first, then the thick line of his cock dragging up and down my slit. He was already out, already rock-hard, the fat head smearing my juices everywhere. He didn’t push in, he just tease