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Attached to a rope chain, it hung in the valley between Callista's large breasts. Since she had begun to explore her new sexual freedom after almost twenty years of marriage, Gabrielle had developed no small fascination with both alternate lifestyles and sexual adventures. So far, having spent the night with a man almost young enough to be her son had been the most daring of her erotic adventures. That fascination had extended to lesbianism and bisexuality, two subjects which were barely discussed the last time she was single. So far, her interests in the topics hadn't extended beyond the theoretical. Not including of course, her active imagination. An imagination that Gabrielle was sure at

I didn't want him to end this hot day so quickly, no matter how many times I climaxed. We continue to pursue his satisfaction by giving me a delicious taste, just like what I felt during a one-night stand. My head feels very dizzy, I feel the cold floor with my hands but feel the warmth and scent of someone's body, which makes me very calm. I rest my head on his chest, hugging his waist tightly. I realized my still naked self was in the lap of a teenage boy in trousers and the warm embrace of someone who was my enemy who just had hot sex with me during the day and in the student toilet!!

The scenes from the night before were a constant loop in her head. But she had been satisfied. Deeply. Holly didn't think she had ever been so happy after having sex in her entire life. Being with Ryder wasn't a waste of time after all. She had to admit, he knew how to please a woman. He was very good at it. Holly wanted more. But she couldn't. She already violated the sacred girl code by sleeping with a guy her best friend still liked. Which she had to admit was not her intention. Her sexual starvation had driven her to do it. Now, Holly had sex with Ryder the sex god and no friends to tell about it.

"I need the sexiest romance book you've got—full-on penetration and the dirtiest sex ever." The man licks his lips, swallowing before seeming to open a secret drawer underneath his desk. "I know what you need; this book is named, 'My naughty CEO boss and his enormous cock,' and it's everything you're searching for, my friend." I smile. "How much?" Two minutes later, I hurry to leave the bookstore. I ended up buying the goddamn book and some other dirty novels to keep me up all night while masturbating. These books will surely keep me from trying to straddle Hayden.

Twice. Her nails dug into his back through his shirt. The table creaked. The city lights flashed behind them. It was filthy. Fast. Raw. The kind of sex you remember for the rest of your life not because it was romantic—but because it ruined you. He fucked her until her voice broke, until her legs shook, until she came gripping his shoulders and sobbing his name. He held her through it. Groaned into her neck. Then pulled out at the last second and came all over her thigh with a low, wrecked sound.

She is everything—every fantasy, every craving, every desire wrapped into one unbearable reality that I cannot escape. And those breasts—fuck. I can’t stop my hands from caressing them, kneading the soft flesh with a hunger I have never known before. Desire pours through me like molten steel, heavier and hotter than anything I thought possible. Normally, sex is just a game to me. A pastime. A delicious distraction. I take women, fuck them hard, relish in their screams, and then I let go. I forget their names, their faces, their voices, everything. They never linger in my mind longer than it takes me to button my shirt.

“And most people just skim between the sex scenes, anyway, in these types of books.” Gregory laughed, losing his breath. “Most people don’t have your absolute focus on sex, Vixen.” “Shame, that. If everyone focused on getting off, they wouldn’t get into all other sorts of strife,” she was teasing him. “Do you want me to tell you a real porn story, rather than one from a book?”

“You’re thinking I couldn’t possibly read smut, and you’re trying to judge yourself against all the super sexy book boyfriends out there. The thing about books is that they give people something to fantasize over. Something they might not want in real life, and that’s what makes it sexy. It’s something to take yourself out of your existential, boring, mundane world for a while and put you somewhere else. Well, I do read romance. I even read erotica. That being said, it’s not real, and I don’t expect it to be. You’re real, and I want to enjoy this. With you. I have no high standards to measure you against. Believe me. You already get a ten from me. I’m enjoying this because it’s you. I like t

In the beginning, Judaism which begot the Christian faith was a faith that was built on sacred sex. Or at least that was what one author like that was trying to say through his book. I think it was Dan Brown? Yeah, and the book was The Da Vinci Code. In the book, speaking through a fictional Harvard university scholar, he buttressed the fact that sex was a divine act through which men encountered God through the sacred feminine. That the Holy of Holies in the temple built by king Solomon not only housed God, but also his female equal known as Shekinah. He told millions of his readers that men would visit the temple and the priestesses would help them to encounter God through physical contact

I walked toward my suitcase with trembling hands and opened it slowly. My eyes immediately landed on the red lingerie set hidden beneath my clothes. Tiny. Delicate. Dangerously seductive. I bought it months ago but never wore it. Stephen never deserved to see me in it. But Sebastian… God. The thought of Sebastian seeing me in it made heat rush instantly through my entire body. My breathing became shaky as I picked it up carefully. This was crazy. Completely reckless. But tonight… I didn’t care anymore. Tonight I was done fighting. Done pretending.