1950s Erotica Novelas e Histórias

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Memories she had buried for years started resurfacing, hot, shameful memories from when they were teenagers. Back then, their parents worked long hours. The nanny would leave them alone with her phone, and the two sisters would huddle under the blankets, watching forbidden p**n together. At first it was just curiosity. Then it became something more. They touched each other soft, clumsy fingers exploring each other’s young, smooth pussies while moaning actresses got railed on screen. Elena remembered how wet Sophia always got, how she would whimper and grind against her older sister’s hand until she trembled with her first real orgasms. They never spoke about it after they grew up. It became

Elena’s voice was a soft, breathy whisper. "I want you to throw me against the wall," she whispered. "I want you to rip that red thong off my body. I want to feel your hands everywhere. I want you to lick my pussy until I’m screaming your name so loud the neighbors hear. And then, I want you to fuck me until I can't stand up. I want to be your toy, Dante." Dante’s breath hitched. He felt like his heart was going to explode. The erotica of her words was too much. He couldn't sit in his office anymore. He was a man of action, and his wife had just issued a challenge.

This is probably the definition of pathetic. But I don’t care. I press his shirt to my face, breathing in his scent, and slide my hand between my legs. I’m already wet. I’ve been wet since I jumped into his arms this afternoon. The ache between my thighs is almost painful now. I circle my clit with my fingers, slow at first, imagining it’s his hand. Imagining him touching me, those rough callused fingers on my skin. “Damon,” I whisper into his shirt. My fingers move faster. I imagine him here, in my bed, those storm-gray eyes dark with lust. Imagine him spreading my legs and putting his mouth on me. Imagine his tongue…

"Open it." Anna knelt, the concrete cold through the thin fabric of her dress. Her fingers trembled slightly as she lifted the heavy lid. Inside, on a bed of black velvet, was an array of objects that made her breath catch in her throat. There was a small, silver vibrator, sleek and modern. A string of five smooth, black glass beads, each one slightly larger than the last. A black, silicone butt plug with a flared base and a sparkling purple jewel at the end. And a small, curved dildo made of pale pink glass. It was a toolkit for debauchery.

Cum splattered across the floor and wall before I could stop myself. My wife folded her arms. "You nasty boy," she said. "Jerking off without my permission?" She stepped to the window. Her expression didn't change. "So... the secret's finally out." She looked back at me. "Come here." I dropped to my knees. "Make me come," she said. "Then we'll talk." As I obeyed, she ran her fingers through my hair. "Jo's been fucking me with a strap-on for over a month," she said quietly. "And Rita's always there."

Maybe this was a side he’d kept hidden from her, a side that only came out when he was alone? The bookshelf too, was full of clues to Jacob’s secret. The Story of O . Billionaire Blackmail . Fifty Shades of Grey . Delta of Venus . Books by the Marquis de Sade and Leopold von Sacher Masoch. The Marketplace . Every book Emily selected was erotica. She wished she’d found this stash years ago. How exciting would those evenings alone have been then?

A painful bulge grew slowly between his thighs, followed by a pooling drool as his cock oozed precum even without being fully aroused. The client lowered himself to Jace’s level, his lips slightly brushing his earlobe while his hot breath hovered above a certain spot on his neck, slowly entrancing Jace. “You know…” he began, his voice deep and gravelly with sin and raw desire. “It’s the first time you’ve looked this long.” Then, he nibbled on his earlobe, blowing hot air into it as his firm grip held Jace in place. Jace’s cock twitched uncomfortably in his pants, his head turning light as the client threatened to drown him in pleasure.

She was the most seductive woman he had ever seen, no wonder men came from all over the country to see her. "Go ahead, dance for me. Make those boobs and that ass bounce for me." He demanded, his tone possessive and dark. Madison obeyed, getting on the pole immediately, raising her leg and humping the pole roughly. She watched Killian's face contort with lust, and his desire for her made her pussy drip with her pleasure juices. She couldn't help it, even as she bounced her ass in front of him, all she did was moan.

A woman with red-dyed hair, maybe in her thirties, looked around and said slowly, “I checked just now. That body on the floor… That’s Pete.” “No way,” someone shouted back. “Pete’s only in his forties. That corpse looks ancient. The ages don’t match.” The woman sighed. “Do you remember what wish we all made yesterday? ‘No sickness, no pain, die peacefully of old age.’ Pete’s death… that matches the wish. We seriously underestimated this dungeon. Thought we could get clever and skate by. An SSS-level run isn’t a joke.” Messages scrolled across the air like a live chat again.