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“Hmm… I think you need to satisfy your curiosity.” Aria frowned. That didn’t sound like a real solution. “Don’t worry,” Elda leaned in as if she were about to share a secret. “You can do it on your own. I have books,” she said. Aria looked confused. “Books?” “Erotic books.” “What?” Aria’s eyes widened. “They’re written by women and sold secretly to other women. My friends and I got our hands on a few. You need to read them, my lady. You’ll enjoy them.”

Her walls fluttered around his fingers, the pressure building fast. Aaron hummed against her, the vibration sending shocks up her spine. "You taste like heaven, Ava. Sweet and slutty. Cum on my tongue—let me drink your juices." He pumped his fingers harder, tongue lashing her clit relentlessly. It hit her like a freight train. Ava's body seized, pussy gushing as she came, soaking his hand and chin. "Fuck, I'm cumming! Aaron, don't stop—oh shit!" She shuddered, legs nearly giving out, but he held her steady, licking her through the aftershocks until she whimpered from oversensitivity.

Petrov smiled as he replied, "That's good to hear, Tim. An erotic story can be much more descriptive than a p**n scene. Most young boys can't get enough p**n and it's nice when a young man takes the time to read a good erotic story. Which websites do you prefer for your stories?" Tim gasped again as Petrov used two fingers to stimulate his asshole. Petrov wasn't aiming for penetration at the moment, he just wanted the boy aroused enough to keep talking. Finally, the boy admitted to preferring Nifty and Literotica as his go-to erotic stories websites. Petrov knew that Literotica catered to a variety of genres but smiled knowing that Nifty had no heterosexual stories at all, though Nifty did h

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…

I curled them, hitting that spot I knew she loved, watching her kick and squirm. God, she was perfect. Every reaction was vocal. Every movement was a plea. Eva… Eva was a statue. Eva never reacted like this. Eva made me feel like sex was a chore on a to-do list. Olandria made me feel like a god. She made me feel like a man who was capable of destroying a woman with nothing but a touch. I watched her hungrily, my mouth diving back for her clit while I continued to finger her, adding a third finger to stretch her out.

Something is not— My thoughts were interrupted by the rough slam of his slick member into my drenched cunt. My pussy throbbed mildly in protest but more for an ache for his sweet cock. He slammed my body into his crotch wildly as he moved. My fingers clawed at the bedsheets to hold on. His hips slammed flush against mine without any gentleness or hesitation. My tits swayed with every movement and my nipples scraped the bed below. The princes circled closer, their eyes dark with rekindled hunger, Draven's hand stroked his length slowly and Thorne's breath hitched as he watched the king's cock disappear into me over and over.

ARC 21 : SIREN’S FATAL EMBRACE WARNING: This arc contains extremely explicit sexual content including lesbian smut, fingering, squirting, tribbing/scissoring, oral worship, tail penetration (anal and vaginal), double penetration with tongue and tail, rough degradation, and intense orgasm control. Intended for mature audiences only (18+). Proceed only if you consent to fiction that explores raw and unrestrained desire. ------- Eli/Elara's POV The wind whipped across the deck of The Iron Kraken carrying the reek of unwashed men. I kept my head down with my shoulders hunched, trying to blend in

And I wanted to be punished: Perhaps that, more than anything else. I began reading erotic BDSM stories. For a while this seemed to be enough. It allowed me to escape my life, if only for short periods of time. Erotic BDSM stories were challenging to find in my small town and soon found myself searching sites on the internet. This opened up a whole new world: Before I knew it, I was placing ads on personals sites, trying to make my dream a reality. Initially the responses were just crude. Even the ones I decided to contact, seemed a little beyond what I was looking for: Cruel men, perhaps dangerous too. Finally I received a response from Tony.

He sucked my clit again, making me cry out. I nodded fast. “Yes... I love it.” “Of course you do, you cheating little slut.” He pulled his fingers out and slapped them lightly against my wet pussy. The smack sent sparks through me. The dirty words made me even wetter. He dove back in, sucking harder, fingering me deeper. My body was on fire. The guilt about Tom sat in the back of my mind, but it only made the pleasure sharper and hotter. I was lying on the couch that Tom and I bought, legs spread wide for another man… a big black man with the most massive cock I've ever seen in my entire life… while he ate my pussy like it was the meal he had ever tasted.