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All my swollen, throbbing flesh welcomes the almost-pain of it. He fucks me deep and slow and hard, and I hang on, pinned down, aflame. He licks the sweat from my face, bends his mouth to my nipple and grinds my clit with his thumb. The chill is forgotten. I am a hot thing, one that lights for him. He glides in and out of me, pants his desire into my ear. His tongue swipes at the seashell whorls there, hot breath pushing into me, raising torrid shivers on my neck. It’s the trigger. My cunt clenches around his length, pelvis spasming against him, the sensation so strong part of me tries to escape. But his hips pin me still, his cock wrings every last tremor from me. And then his teeth find my shoulder, and he’s pounding against me, shooting inside me with a groan. My pulse beats in the bruise he leaves, heart and cunt and blood all throb. The air is still clear and new, but the chill moonlight is long banished here in the heated dark. He has reached deep inside me and I am warm from the inside out.

I was showered with offers for dates, but none of them gave me that tingle in my pussy that Eric next door did. I went to a seedy bookshop in the "wrong" part of town and bought a couple of erotic novels. I chose ones that were about husbands having affairs with younger women. As I read them in bed late at night I let my fingers play with my tits and my pussy and I brought myself to my very first orgasm. It was a wonderful discovery, but nothing like what the books described. I knew I needed a cock for that and the only cock I wanted sat between Eric Conner's legs.

BEFORE YOU READ Bless me, Father, for I am about to sin. Themes: Forbidden Romance, Priest/Parishioner, Age Gap, Sacrilege. This story explores the fine line between salvation and damnation. If religious themes mixed with explicit erotica make you uncomfortable, this confessional isn't for you. (***) Serena The sound of my heels clicked with a sacrilegious echo in the void of the church. It was late, the sun had already set, and the only lights left burning were the candles casting long, dancing shadows over the ancient wooden pews.

There was an odd swear word in it but it seemed right for the context'. 'Did it turn you on?' I asked simply. Julia now flushed bright red and did not answer. 'Your face tells me that it did. I'm glad, which is what it's supposed to do. Did it offend you?' 'No. How could a lovely story like that offend me?' she asked in return. 'What better definition of erotic writing do you want. Something that is not offensive but is a turn on both mentally and physically' 'Do you think that that story is true?'

My body yielded with so much pleasure, my hips bucking up to meet his hand. Then, his thumb pressed firmly against my clit, rubbing it so fast I thought I might go insane. I moan around Michael’s cock, the vibration making him curse under his breath. My hips rocked helplessly from Divine’s hand, my body on fire. Before he finally pulled his fingers out, then I felt his cock in my entrance again. He was fully hard and he didn't go slow. He slammed in and began to thrust that I felt him in my thrust. I screamed so hard around Michael’s cock, the sensation sending me over the edge.

Then I’d stand, bend her over the railing, and thrust into her from behind, her cries echoing across the water as I claimed what’s always been mine. Elena’s breathing grew ragged. She hiked her dress higher, fingers slipping beneath the damp cotton of her panties. Her clit was swollen, slick with arousal. She circled it slowly as she turned pages, lost in Victor’s raw confessions. Last night I wrote her name while I came. Elena. Elena. Elena. If she ever returns, I won’t hold back. I’ll lock the doors, strip her bare, and spend days teaching her body every filthy pleasure. Spreading her ass cheeks and rimming her tight little hole while she fingers herself. Making her watch in the mirror as I stretch her cunt with my thick cock. Coming inside her over and over until it drips down her thighs.

"Even when you're this wet, you still grip me like you're starving for it." He began to fuck me with a brutal, rhythmic intensity. Each thrust was a declaration of war, a violent attempt to erase the memory of the audit. I clung to his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin, my head lolling back against the stone. I was a vessel, a playground, a slut for every man who knew how to take me. The contrast was intoxicating—the cold stone against my back, the cool breeze on my skin, and the searing, white-hot friction of Ethan’s cock hammering into my womb. I could feel the fluids mixing inside me, a cocktail of lust and taboo that pushed me toward a breaking point.

“Harder. Deeper. I need it—I need you to ruin me. Please fuck me like you hate me. Like I’m nothing but your dirty little whore.” His hand shot up, fingers wrapping around my throat, firm enough to pin my head back against the wall and make my pulse hammer under his palm. My vision tunnelled, everything narrowing to the heat of his grip, the thick drag of his cock splitting me open, and the way my clit throbbed against his pelvis with every punishing stroke. “Beg louder,” he snarled, thumb pressing just under my jaw, forcing my mouth open. “Tell me exactly what you are.”

My body was on fire, clit throbbing under his thumb, pussy squeezing his fingers tight as he fucked me with them relentless. I could hear voices downstairs, Emily saying something sharp, but I did not care, just grabbed his wrist and rode his hand harder, chasing the orgasm fast. "Cum for me," he ordered, biting my neck hard enough to mark, fingers slamming deeper. "Show me you are mine." I did, hard, pussy spasming around his fingers, gushing wet as I cried out his name loud, body shaking bad. He kept going, dragging it out until I went weak, then pulled his fingers out and shoved them into my mouth again. I sucked them clean hungry, tasting everything, eyes locked on his.

she whispered. I added a second finger and began to move them in a slow, steady rhythm, curling slightly to find the spot that made her hips jerk. My thumb stayed on her clit, rubbing in small circles. Elena’s hands braced on my shoulders. She rode my fingers with increasing urgency, her breasts moving with each shallow thrust of her hips. Soft wet sounds filled the quiet room. I leaned forward and took one nipple back into my mouth, sucking harder now, matching the pace of my hand.

A grin flashed across Erick's face. He gently guided me backwards until I fell across the bed. As I shuffled into place, he crawled up between my legs, his cock rock hard and the condom shining around it. Erick carefully lined up his cock with my entrance, flashed me a grin, and then slammed his entire length into me. A groan escaped me lips. Automatically, I wrapped my legs around him, trying to push him even deeper inside me. The heat that had been burning in my crotch all night began to grow and spread until it felt as if my entire body was burning.

"Never, mi amor. I could never enjoy fucking anyone as much as I love fucking you three. I missed you so much, I wanted to cancel the poker game and fuck all of you. If we weren't hosting, I would have skipped it. What I realized is part of the reason the sex was so enjoyable is we were all working hard to make it exciting. They were new lovers, so there's obviously the exploration involved when you're with someone new, but because we were new lovers, we spent time trying to come up with something special. Like putting out our best china and silverware for special guests for dinner. It's what I was doing, putting out my best china. So we did little things to make it unique and special, instead of just fucking. "One night, I tied Marcia to the bed, and left the room telling her I was getting someone else to help fuck her and I was leaving the door open. She was blindfolded and couldn't see, couldn't tell how much time is passing. I come back in the room and she doesn't know for sure who it is. Is it me, messing with her, some stranger who passed by the open door, or someone I returned with who was now going to fuck her against her will. She's perhaps 99% certain it's me, but can't be positive. Her panties are stuffed in her mouth, she can't even scream for help. I fuck her like that, blinded, tied, mute, and she had some great orgasms as a result. In a way, it's the same sort of thing I did to Julia and Lisa when they both started their slavery. The unusual and unexpected. Making you seduce a sales clerk, or tip the delivery guy or walk the Pacific Crest Trail naked. I was doing everything in my power to make your initial experience amazing.

but instead she rubbed her gigantic tits on his face, and stroked his cock at the same time. She created perfect sensual friction that caused Light to close his eyes, stand still, and let himself be pleasantly tortured. Lexi inhaled as much sexual energy as she could from Light from this action. Many centuries of practice had enlightened her on the fact that this was the quickest method to make a straight man cum. The sexual energy emanated from humans produces testosterone in Sex Demons. That was why Lexi and her husbands preferred to consume the sexual energies of attractive and freaky humans only. Where can you find those? Of course, on the dark web.

EMPIRE OF SIN — BOOK 1 The Rejected Queen Returns BOOK 2 & BOOK 3 — COMING SOON MATURE CONTENT WARNING: This book contains mature themes, violence, betrayal, and sexual content. Reader discretion is advised. “I’ll make you a queen, Lilith. But are you ready to spread your legs without counting the number of cocks that go in?” Lilith thought she knew what betrayal looked like until she found her husband in bed with the woman she trusted most: her best friend, Anna. But the betrayal is only the beginning. When Anna attacks Lilith and accidentally falls down the stairs, she accuses Lilith of pushing her. Her husband believes Anna without question. Within minutes, Lilith gets arrested, watching the man she loved choose another woman. Then Morello, the owner of the nightclub where Lilith works, steps in and gets her out of jail. He offers her a deal: he will give her a club to run if she takes responsibility for it. With nothing left to loose Lilith accepts. But the club comes with four dancers who become part of her world. Nikolai struggles to provide for his child while dealing with the child’s mother. Rafael is caught in a relationship he is afraid to make public. Dante is drowning in debt while trying to save his sick mother. And Enzo has problems of his own hidden behind his smile. As their lives collide with the club, Lilith finds herself surrounded by jealousy, secrets, and loyalties. Then she discovers the club is connected to a mafia syndicate, pulling her deeper into a world where business, romance, and crime are impossible to separate. Lilith lost everything because of betrayal. Now, she’s building an empire of her own, and she won’t let anyone take it from her not without a fight.

“You’re soo fuccking Big Mr Vance” I moaned breathlessly. My hands flew up grabbing and pinching my hard nipples. His dark eyes watched my hands as he rams into me! He spits on my pussy, his warm saliva landing squarely on my throbbing clit. His thumb finds my clit and rubs fast and hard. He had no mercy, his dick was stretching me out in the best way possible while his thumb assaulted my clit heavenly. I was a screaming mess. My body shook widely, while the music drowned out my moaning. ! Rated 18+ | Mature Content Warning This book is for adults only. It contains explicit sex, strong language, and mature themes. Read at your own risk or pleasure. Twisted: An Erotic Collection, brings you a mix of raw, unapologetic short stories where fantasies aren't just imagined, they're lived. Behind every door is a moment where control slips, tension snaps, and pleasure takes over. Strangers meet with one goal. Ex-lovers face what's still unfinished. Friends cross lines they swore they never would. These stories are fast, hot, and messy in the most erotic way. You'll find dominant men who don't ask twice, women who want more and don't hide it, and nights that blur into mornings with no regrets. There's no slow burn here. No holding back. Just skin, heat, and the kind of desire that won't wait. If you want stories that hit hard, turn you on, make you sexually aroused, leave you wanting more and breathless, Twisted : An Erotic Collection is for you.

"Swallow it, niece. Take Uncle's pierced cock down your slutty throat." I choked, tears running, but relaxed. He fucked my mouth slow, training me inch by inch. Pulled a book from the shelf—old erotica, yellow pages. Read aloud while thrusting. "'The duke bent his maid over, cock slamming her wet cunt while she begged for more.' Sound familiar, you taboo bitch?" His words mixed with the story, hips rolling. The piercing scraped my throat, cold bump adding to the stretch. I sucked hungry, tasting pre-cum. "Deeper. Read with me in your mind—'He filled her ass with his seed, marking her as his.' Gonna do that to you soon."

I moaned, my body writhing beneath him as he fucked my cleavage with aggressive, desperate thrusts. I could feel the heat of his body, the hardness of his muscles, the rough stubble of his chin as he leaned down to capture my lips in a tough kiss. "Damien," I screamed, my body convulsing as another orgasm crashed over me, my screams filling the room. "Oh god, yes. Fuck my tits harder."

I stroked him eagerly, loving the way he groaned and thrust into my fist. “Such a good little whore,” he praised, voice strained. “Look at you, naked on your professor’s desk and jerking my cock like you were made for it.” He kissed me again while I stroked him faster. His three fingers returned to my pussy, stretching me open while his thumb tormented my clit. We moved together—filthy, desperate, perfect. I released again on his fingers, moaning into his mouth as he spilled over my hand and stomach in hot, thick ropes.

“Oh, Your Majesty… you’re so big… fuck—” I froze, cheeks burning. The erotic novels I secretly read had never prepared me for this. The raw, unrestrained sounds made something low in my belly tighten. I pressed my thighs together, trying to ignore the sudden slick heat between them. I didn’t dare knock. Instead, I stood there, heart hammering, imagining what was happening on the other side of that door. The moans peaked, then abruptly stopped. I stared at the vial in my hands and forced myself to knock twice.

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