All Chapters of Wet Dreams: The Ultimate Steamy Short Stories Collection: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

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Chapter 60: The Photographer I

"You're late," David said, not looking up from his camera.I stood in the doorway of his darkened studio, still wearing my coat, my hands shaking."I almost didn't come," I said."But you did." He finally turned to face me, and even in the low light, I could see the tension in his jaw. "Take off your clothes.""We need to talk about—""No, we don't." He walked toward me, his eyes moving down my body. "We established the terms three weeks ago. You came here to do this. So either take off your clothes, or leave."Three weeks ago, I'd sent David a message on Instagram. A simple DM asking about "custom work." He'd responded within hours."What kind of custom work?""Something specific. Something I need documented. Something no one else can know about."He'd agreed to meet me. We'd talked about what I wanted—or more accurately, what I needed. What I couldn't get anywhere else. What I'd been fantasizing about for years but never had the courage to ask for.And then he'd quoted me a price. T

Chapter 61: The Photographer II

"Stop," David commanded, and I stilled my hand immediately.He set down the camera and approached me, his movements deliberate and predatory."You're going to do exactly what I tell you," he said. "And I'm going to photograph every moment. Is that clear?""Yes.""Yes what?""Yes... sir."His expression flickered—just for a moment—and I realized he was affected, that this was doing something to him too."Take off the dress."I pulled the delicate fabric over my head, leaving myself completely naked.He guided me back to the wall and positioned my body himself—my hands above my head, my legs spread, my body completely exposed and vulnerable."Like this," he said. "I want you against the brick. I want the rough texture against your skin. I want marks."He picked up his camera and began photographing from every angle—my breasts, my exposed pussy, my face. Up close and from far away. Capturing every detail of my body with clinical precision."Your nipples are hard," he observed. "Are you a

Chapter 62: The Photographer III

"I'm going to untie your hands," he said. "But you don't get to touch me. You don't get to control anything. Your hands stay on the chair. Understand?""Yes."He loosened the ropes, freeing my wrists. I immediately placed my hands back on the armrests, showing him that I understood the rules.He positioned himself at my entrance, his cock head pressing against my opening."Ready?" he asked, his voice slightly softer now."Yes. Please."He pushed inside me slowly, and I felt him filling me, stretching me, claiming me completely."Oh fuck," he groaned. "You're so tight. So fucking perfect."He started moving, establishing a rhythm—deep, purposeful thrusts that hit my G-spot perfectly."You feel amazing," he said. "I think about this. I think about you. Every time I photograph another woman, I think about you and what I was too scared to do."He increased his pace, his thrusts becoming harder, more aggressive."Was this worth ten thousand dollars?" he asked, his voice rough. "Is this wha

Chapter 63: Ropes I

"You're doing it wrong."I looked up from the rope practice I'd been attempting for the past ten minutes. The instructor—a woman in her fifties with intricate rope marks visible on her bare shoulders—was shaking her head."The tension is uneven," she continued. "You're thinking too much about the pattern and not enough about the sensations you're creating. Rope bondage isn't about tying someone up. It's about communication. It's about pressure and release, restriction and freedom.""I'm just learning," I said defensively."I know. That's why I'm telling you now." She gestured for me to continue. "Try again. And this time, think about what you're doing to the person wearing the rope. Think about how each knot affects their body, their breathing, their circulation."I looked at the rope dummy—a practice torso designed to teach proper rope application without risking actual harm.But I wasn't thinking about the dummy.I was thinking about the man in the corner of the studio. The one who'

Chapter 64: Ropes II

"Remove your clothes," Jordan said.I did, feeling completely exposed under his clinical gaze."Stand here." He positioned me in the center of the space, directly under the main rigging point."What I'm going to do today is teach you what rope feels like on your body. I'm going to show you how restriction can create sensation. How pressure can create pleasure." He approached me with a length of rope. "This is 6mm hemp rope. It's soft enough not to cause rope burn, but textured enough that you'll feel every point of contact."He began wrapping the rope around my torso, just beneath my breasts. The sensation was exactly as he'd described—firm pressure, textured contact, the weight of the rope against my skin."Breathe," he commanded. "Most people hold their breath when they're being restrained. Don't. Breathe through it. Let your body adjust to the pressure."I focused on breathing, and as I did, the pressure of the rope shifted, became not restrictive but almost comforting.He continue

Chapter 65: Ropes III

I came with a scream, my whole body convulsing against the rope, which held me in place and prevented me from thrashing. The rope became both restraint and support as my body shook, the sensation of the crotch rope against my pussy extending my orgasm impossibly long.When it finally subsided, I was breathing hard, my body covered in sweat, tears streaming down my face."You did beautifully," Jordan said, carefully removing the rope.As each wrap came loose, I felt a rush of blood returning to areas that had been under pressure, a tingling sensation that was almost as intense as the bondage itself.When the last rope fell away, my legs gave out, and Jordan caught me, supporting my weight as my body adjusted to freedom."I've got you," he said softly.We moved to a bed in the corner of the loft—something I hadn't noticed before, separated from the main studio area by a silk curtain.Jordan laid me down gently and brought water, making sure I drank and recovered."What you experienced i

Chapter 66: Ropes IV

When he finished, I was bound in a way that was completely different from before. This wasn't just restriction—it was a full-body experience that created sensation everywhere."Now I'm going to make you move," he said. "I'm going to guide you through different positions, and each one will create different sensation from the rope."He guided me on my knees, and the movement made the crotch rope shift, creating a new pressure point."How does that feel?""Intense," I gasped. "The rope is everywhere. I can't move without feeling it.""That's the point. The rope becomes your entire sensory experience."He guided me into different positions—on my hands and knees, standing, kneeling with my back arched—and each position created new sensations, new pressure points, new ways for the rope to communicate with my body."I'm going to finger you like this," he said, positioning me on my knees with my back arched. "While you're bound. While the rope is creating pressure everywhere."His fingers fou

Chapter 67: The Auction I

"We have lot 47," the auctioneer announced, holding up a sealed envelope. "Twenty-four hours of personal service. Complete availability. The winner receives one full day and night with our volunteer. All activities negotiated beforehand. Shall we start the bidding at five thousand?"I stood backstage, trying not to shake.The "volunteer" was me. And "personal service" meant whatever the auction winner wanted—within the boundaries I'd established. Within the kink community, a 24-hour auction was a way to explore power dynamics with someone new. A way to give up control completely, knowing there were safety protocols in place.I'd been part of this community for two years. I'd done rope bondage, impact play, sensory deprivation. But I'd never done an auction. I'd never offered up 24 consecutive hours to a complete stranger.Until tonight.The bidding was escalating. Ten thousand. Fifteen thousand. Twenty.A male voice called out: "Fifty thousand."The room fell silent."Fifty thousand d

Chapter 68: The Auction II

I sat on the edge of the bed, and he positioned himself between my legs. He lifted my dress and exposed my pussy—bare, already wet."You're aroused," he observed. "From surrendering, or from me?""Both," I whispered."Good answer." He began touching me, his fingers exploring, testing, learning my body's responses. "I'm going to spend this time understanding how you work. Where you're most sensitive. What makes you come fastest. What makes it last longest."He continued touching, his fingers deliberate and exploratory rather than goal-oriented."Tell me when you're close," he commanded.I built toward arousal under his skilled hands, and when I was close enough that my breathing became ragged, I told him.He stopped immediately."Why did you stop?" I gasped."Because I control your orgasms now. Not just your body, but your pleasure. You don't come unless I permit it."He removed his fingers and stepped back, leaving me sitting on the bed, desperate and unfulfilled."Please," I said. "C

Chapter 69: The Auction III

Back in the hotel suite, Marcus ordered me to remove the bodysuit.I stood naked, waiting for direction."I'm going to tie you," he said. "Not full bondage. Just enough to remind you that you're restrained. That you belong to me. That you don't get to move without permission."He used soft rope—similar to what I'd experienced with Jordan—but the purpose was different. This wasn't about sensation or art. This was about possession.He wrapped rope around my breasts, around my waist, around my thighs, creating a harness that restricted my movement without causing pain.Then he positioned me on the bed, on my hands and knees."Like this," he commanded. "I want to fuck you from behind. I want to own you completely."He undressed and positioned himself at my entrance."You've been mine for twenty hours," he said. "In four hours, this is over. So I'm going to make these final hours count. I'm going to mark you. I'm going to make sure you feel me for days."He pushed inside me, and the sensat

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