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She can't let him see that through her jeans because she has the thinnest panties on. Aria sits back down after her failed attempts to reach anyone, but there’s something in the air; across from her is the sexiest man she has ever seen, and now he’s staring, with visible, foggy breath coming out of his mouth, fiery eyes and Aria’s initial thoughts were coming back, like if this man should take her right here against this cold glass walls. How would it feel? Maybe her cold will vanish, maybe it will relieve her stress from the week, or maybe this will be her best fuck ever, and there will be no coming back from it.

I’d be a hassle to anyone looking to be pleased sexually. “Lisa, no one wants to see me naked. I’m sure of it.” Lisa waved her hands. “Oh, please girl! You still got hips that won’t quit, big titties, and a beautiful face. Someone is going to want you.” I raised a brow. “I see you didn’t mention my ass.” “Uhm. You aren’t working with much in that department, so... Thank God you were blessed with a pretty face.” Lisa’s phone pinged as she took it. “Holy shit! Remy just posted” she came to me, showing me.

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"What does it actually do?" "We developed an AI," I begin, my voice steadying as the vibration grounds me. "That enhances... connection. It learns your preferences. It provides... customized experiences." "Experiences?" Martha asks. "Level 2," Echo whispers. The buzz increases. It shifts from a hum to a pulse. Throb. Throb. I squeeze my thighs together under the table. "It involves... physical pleasure," I say. Martha blinks. "Like... sex toys?" "Yes," I say. "But intelligent ones. Ones that know what you need before you do."

I stood where I was, cold the whole time, not a word to stop him. A worker stepped forward, apologetic. "Ma'am, older AI units develop a willful, paranoid consciousness, which is why they defy their owners. We can replace him with a next-gen model, free of charge." I rubbed at my throbbing brow, weary. "No need. I've stopped expecting anything from these machines." The worker looked at me, guilt flickering across his face, and kept bowing. "I'm truly sorry, ma'am. Our product gave you a terrible experience. But I promise, the new model has built-in restraints, with no agenda and no paranoia, and if anything's off, one remote tap locks and destroys it. It stays fully controllable."

He set the glass down and crossed to me, stopping just close enough that I could smell his cologne dark, expensive, dangerously familiar. “Notebook?” he asked. I lifted the leather-bound book like a shield. My handwriting inside had grown filthier with every page he made me add. He took it from my hands, flipped it open to the newest entry, and read my words aloud in that low, commanding voice. “‘I vow to spread you open and taste how desperate you are for a man you shouldn’t want.’” My breath caught. I’d written it at 3 a.m. last night, fingers trembling, shame and arousal warring until I gave in and put it on paper.

Cameron moaned, his touch flooding Aislen with the conflicting pain/pleasure, and the heavy, mind melting bliss he experienced in the utter surrender and trust of his body into Talen’s skilled hands. Aislen looked up at Rhett over her, and Heath, his head thrown back as he ground himself into Rhett. She had to draw this, she thought. Was there a point, however, when art crossed into pornography? And did that matter at all when she knew for sure that her regular readers would be drooling on their tablet devices. She’d draw her men, she decided, in all their f-kery, and show them after it was done, so they could get off on knowing that their images were getting hundreds of readers off.

The chat went wild, replaying that line: ‘Are you completely insane? Okay, I was out of tricks. I’m just a flimsy, pitiful, helpless erotica heroine. No sudden superhuman survival skills kicking in at the eleventh hour. I threw up my hands. No point fighting it anymore. “You don’t believe me? Fine. Ask him yourself later. Let’s see…” I pretended to think. “Why don’t you start with… ‘Did she kiss you yesterday?’ How about that?” Right then, the system chimed in again.

My best friend Jade and I have been having sex to avoid getting pregnant. We didn’t want to end up a trailer park cliché, pregnant teen. But we needed sex. So we had sex with each other. It's great, but I’ve always felt like it wasn’t enough. Like I need to have a cock in me. I’ve never had sex with a man, so I don’t know. I’m pondering all this as Jade and I french kiss, naked, our boobs smashing together as I lie on top of her. We’re both 18, we just graduated from high school a few weeks ago, the threat of pregnancy doesn’t seem so scary now. Maybe that’s why I’ve been contemplating fucking a man lately. I think about it to turn myself on as my fingers travel down Jade’s body to her pussy

Trigger warning: Stage Rape content. Please, if you're too sensitive to noncon-con, or it's not your fetish, I'd suggest you jump to the next story. This is brutally unapologetic. Much love from my end 💖 Theme: Rape fetish, magic, freeze and fuck, bestie fantasy, multiple orgasm, masturbation... AMAYA.