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I stop and he orgasm recedes.I sob – audible through the mic, loud enough that his jaw clenches on screen.“Again. Build.”I build again. Faster this time – my body remembering where it was and racing back. My fingers working my clit, my hips lifting, my breath coming in short gasps that he can hear through the speakers.“Stop.”"Marcus –"“Stop.”I stop. Tears forming. My clit pulsing under my frozen fingers. The denied orgasm throbbing through my entire body.“One more time,” he says. His voice is strained – he’s edging himself too. I can see his hand paused on his cock, the head swollen and dark, pre-cum dripping onto his stomach. “One more time and then I’ll let you cum.”I build. My fingers trembling. My pussy dripping onto the sheets. The orgasm rises – faster than before because each denied cycle makes the next one build quicker – and I’m at the peak in thirty seconds, hovering, my entire body vibrating.“Now put the toy inside you,” he says. “Push it in and cum. Now. Cum for

The trail ends two miles past the last marker and I keep walking because that’s the kind of decision-making that defines my life lately – ignoring the signs that say turn back and pushing deeper into territory I have no business entering.I’m hiking alone. Not recommended – the ranger at the trailhead said as much when I signed the register. “Solo hiker? On the full moon trail?” He looked at me the way people look at women who do things alone, like I’m either brave or stupid and the distinction doesn’t matter because the outcome is the same. “Stay on the marked path. Don’t hike after dark. And if you see any wildlife – especially canine – make yourself big and back away slowly.”It’s 6 PM. The sun is dropping behind the ridgeline and the forest is shifting from golden to grey and I should have turned around an hour ago but the trail was beautiful and my phone had no signal and for the first time in months my brain was quiet and I kept walking because silence is a drug I’ve been chasin

He pushes in and the stretch is – beyond.His girth forces my pussy open wider than it’s ever been – my walls stretching and resisting, the burn sharp and constant as he sinks deeper. The ridges on his shaft drag against my inner walls and each one creates a point of friction that registers individually – not one sensation of fullness but a series of ridged stimulations that make my pussy light up in segments. The head of his cock is wide and blunt and when it presses against my cervix I feel it in my spine.He’s fully inside me. His cock buried to the base, his pelvis hot against my ass, his chest covering my back. I feel his heartbeat through his cock – faster than human, stronger, a pounding rhythm that pulses inside my walls."Fuck –" The word tears from my mouth. He’s so deep I feel rearranged. The ridges pressing against my g-spot and my walls simultaneously. His heat radiating through my core from the inside out.He moves. Not like a man – like a wolf. Fast, short, powerful thr

I’ve been staring at Priya’s mouth for ten years and pretending I haven’t.It's not in a way I’d admit to anyone, including myself, because it’s the kind of staring I can easily rationalize – she has nice lips, I’m appreciating them aesthetically, the way you appreciate a painting or a sunset or a well-designed shoe. Heterosexual appreciation. The kind that could not mean anything more than the fact that your best friend is objectively beautiful and you’re an observant person.Except observant people don’t memorize the exact shade of lip gloss their best friend wears. They don’t notice when she switches from the pink one to the berry one. They don’t track the way her lower lip catches between her teeth when she’s thinking, the way it glistens when she licks it mid-sentence, the way it looks wrapped around the rim of a wine glass at 11 PM on a Friday when they’re sitting on my couch doing what they’ve done every Friday for a decade – drinking too much, talking too honestly, pretending

She lowers her mouth to my pussy and the sound I make is loud, because this, for me, is a revelation.Her tongue is – knowing. That’s the word. Not aggressive, not tentative, knowing. She circles my clit with the tip of her tongue in the exact pattern that works because it’s a woman’s pattern – the specific counterclockwise motion that every woman discovers through experimentation and that no man has ever replicated because they can’t feel from the inside what we feel."Oh my god –" My hands find her hair. Long, silky, spilling across my thighs. I grip and she moans against my pussy and the vibration adds to the precision of her tongue. “How are you – how do you know exactly –”“Because I have one too.” She pulls back just enough to speak, her mouth glistening. “I know what feels good because I feel it.” She lowers her mouth back. Her tongue returning to the exact spot.She eats me with precision. Her tongue on my clit – the specific circles no man has ever gotten right this fast.Two