All Chapters of PORN-STURBATION: 50 Shades Of Forbidden Steamy Short Stories: Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

Zoe "Your hand is so cool, Zoe," he breathed, rubbing my palm against his heat through the heavy denim of his jeans. "Don't tell me you don't want this. I felt you under that table while everyone else was talking. You were soaking.""We can't, Zeth! Please," I objected, but my fingers were already curling around him as he unzipped, my resolve crumbling at the first touch. I started stroking him willingly. I couldn't help it; the magnetic pull of him was stronger than my common sense.“I want to fuck you, Zoe.”Damn. The way he said these taboo things with that gravelly, uncompromising edge. I felt myself pulsing, throbbing, my clit breathing for more as a familiar, demanding ache settled deep in my bones."Just... just one more time,” I said before I could stop myself. “One more. That's it. Promise me.""I'm not promising you that, baby," he growled, his eyes dark with a hunger that told me one time would never be enough for him.He flipped me around with a sudden, rough jerk, pressi

The next morning, the hallway was a busy sea of moving bodies and slamming lockers. I leaned against a cold metal door, my eyes fixed on the corner where the stairs met the main floor. I had been waiting for twenty long minutes. Most girls would have tripped over themselves to see me standing there, but I knew Aria wouldn't. Then, I saw her. She was walking with her head up, clutching a stack of books tightly to her chest. She looked different from the others—less desperate, more composed. It drove me crazy. It fueled the want deep inside me. As she brushed past me, not even caring that someone like me was standing there and she was passing, I didn't say a word. I just reached out, wrapped my fingers firmly around her slim bicep, and hauled her backward. I pulled her into the small, shadowed alcove behind the vending machines. “Ouch!” "What the hell, Davis!" she flared, her voice sharp and loud. She tried to yank her arm away, her eyes flashing with heat and anger. "Are you insan

The last forty-eight hours had been a living hell. My brain was short-circuiting. It was like Aria had planted a virus in my head, and every time I tried to go back to my old life, the system crashed. Take yesterday, for example. I was in the back of the gym with Zee. She was one of those girls who usually made me forget my own name. She was pressed against me, her hands under my shirt, her mouth working against mine with a desperate, hungry heat. It was escalating fast. I had my hands on her waist, ready to hike her up onto the equipment and finish this. Then, a sound. A sharp, dry throat-clear. I snapped my eyes open. It was Aria. She was walking by the gym doors. She didn't stop. She just glanced in, saw me with my hands full of another girl, and kept walking like she was looking at a piece of boring trash on the sidewalk. The fire in my gut died instantly. "Davis? What's wrong?" Zee whispered, her breath hot against my neck. She tried to pull me back down, her lips searchin

I stood there, the heavy leather book weighing down my hands. Aria was still standing in front of me, completely naked, looking like a queen who had just won a war. I looked down at the pages, my eyes scanning the ink.The Golden Rules:No Touching: Not in public, not in private. Unless we are in front of my father, you do not lay a finger on me.Total Obedience: You will do exactly what I say, when I say it. No questions. No attitude.The Uniform: You will sleep naked. Every night. But you will stay on your side of the bed. If you cross the invisible line, you’re out.No Self-Relief: You are not allowed to touch yourself. Not unless I allow it.The Shared Bath: All bathing will be done together. But the "No Touching" rule applies double here."This is insane," I rasped, my voice cracking. I looked from the book back to her. "Rule number five? We have to bathe together? And I can't touch you? Aria, look at me. I’m already dying."She stepped closer, the tips of her breasts nearly brus

The dinner had actually been okay. Aria’s father wasn’t the monster I had imagined. He showed me a few things—antique watches, some history of the estate—and I realized he was just a man who valued discipline. He was tough, sure, but welcoming in a quiet, old-school way. By the time we headed upstairs, I figured I might actually survive the weekend without being buried in the woods. But then we got to the room. The door clicked shut, and the real nightmare began. I watched, frozen, as Aria didn’t even hesitate. She reached for the hem of her silk dress and pulled it over her head. Then the rest followed. One by one, her clothes hit the floor until she was standing there, completely stripped to the skin, bathed in the soft glow of the bedside lamp. "Aria, you don't really mean this, do you?" I rasped, my eyes tracing the curves I wasn't allowed to touch. "You know I can't lie next to you like that. It’s not humanly possible." She didn't even look at me as she pulled back the silk