120 Days Of Sodom Audiobook นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Bring condoms. On my way. I set down my bag quietly and walked into the living room. Sat on the couch. Crossed my legs. And waited. The sounds from the bedroom continued—louder now, more desperate. They were close to finishing. I checked my watch. Timed it. Marcus lasted exactly four minutes from the time I sat down to when I heard his telltale groan. Four minutes. Pathetic. I wondered if that was why I'd stopped wanting him. Hard to stay attracted to a man who treated sex like a sprint instead of a marathon.

It has floor-to-ceiling shelves filled with books. I scoot closer, plucking one of the books from the shelves and scanning through it. Apparently, it’s an erotic book, given the naughty image of two ladies on their knees as they simultaneously blow a man’s cock, their hands bound tightly at their backs. It’s titled ‘A Dom’s Way Of Spitroasting The Subs.” I turn the pages, and each chapter is transcribed into x-rated images. My pussy quivers when I see the image of the two sluts turned upside down on an inversion table while the Dom treats them with his cock.

'let's get this over with' I thought. Sitting down and frowning, Ahamd didn't say another word. He put back one ear of earpods and began watching a movie on his phone. I was starting to get bored, I wished I brought my phone too. I occasionally glanced at him, wondering what he was doing, if he gave his blessings then he should not be here. My discomfort grew as time passed, I was sitting in an air-conditioned car with my fiance's brother and he wasn't even saying a word to me.

Then he pressed the green button, letting the beep go for a while, as the pre-recorded message entered his ears, and then he hastily ended the call before it could get connected. His palms sweaty as he realized that he was about to be on call with Roth in front of the whole world. Part of him wondered how Roth would react if Tristan called his radio show, but a greater part of him was scared to find out. Roth’s voice continued in the background of Tristan’s racing thoughts, “After coating your fingers in lube, loop them into an O shape and slide them over the glans. Then use short, slow pumps that tighten around the tip. During oral, run your tongue all over the glans and use some soft sucti

>>To be continued>> Narrated by Anthony Kerry.**THE SHAMBA BOY SAGA: THIRTY-THREE** We talked over the phone with my husband for about 5 minutes until he told me he was feeling sleepy. That night I was feeling hornier than ever after being romanced by Felix and missing to get a fuck. I began fantasizing about some of my best sexual encounters with Ken until I found myself softly touching my clitoris. I began to massage my own clitoris, taking time to smear it with my vaginal fluids until its tip was all wet making me feel so hot all over the body as I caressed it slowly as I moaned silently there from the sexual torture I was giving myself.

The room was intimate: dim lighting, a large one-way mirror overlooking another play space, deep couches, and a fully stocked bar cart. Through the glass, a scene was already unfolding. A beautiful woman with crimson hair was bound in intricate rope to a padded St. Andrew’s cross, her body arched and gleaming with oil. Her Dom—a muscular man with a commanding presence—teased her with a flogger, the leather tails kissing her breasts, stomach, and thighs. Her moans carried faintly through hidden speakers. Damien sat and pulled me onto his lap again, my back to his chest, legs spread over his thighs. His hand slipped under the robe and between my legs, fingers gliding through my slick folds. “W

"Precise. Ruthless. Unfeeling. And yet... you faltered. All because of your cock." My jaw tightens. "Who the fuck is this?" The man lets out a soft, amused exhale. "Now you will be punished." My grip on the phone hardens. "100 days to win your bitch's heart?" he says, almost mocking. "Cute. How about 100 days to save her life instead?" My blood runs cold. "Tick tock, Marcellus." I force my voice to stay steady. "Who the hell are you?" The man chuckles. “I am your creator."

He leaned back against the counter, flipping the cover open. On the first page, written in bold, uneven handwriting, were the words: “A Secret Collection of Male Confessions.” Adam let out a quiet breath, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “Confessions?” he murmured. “What kind of confessions…” He turned the page. The handwriting inside was rougher, heavier, different from one section to the next, like multiple voices trapped in ink. Different men. Different stories. His curiosity sharpened. He kept reading.

The system's voice rang out again. "Two days left until you leave this world." I let out a bitter smile. I had no strength left, and my vision went black. When I woke again, Jared was sitting by my side, holding my hand gently. "Rosalia, you're finally awake. This was just a small lesson. As long as you know what you did was wrong, that will be enough. No matter what, the one I love will always be you." "No… I didn't do anything wrong!"