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What the actual fuck? I looked into my locker to see a folded piece of paper. I unfolded it to find the words ‘Come to me’ neatly written on the paper. A feeling of Déjà vu washed over me. ‘Shameless bastard,’ I muttered to myself, chuckling. There were so many things at once. Deranged, debauched, sinful, yet very hot, attractive and alluring. This was turning to a sex game and I’m not ashamed to admit that I enjoyed every bit of it. What I liked most about it, was that he kept finding a new and sexier way to get my attention.

Sean took my right hand and planted kisses all over it , then he looked at me and said; "Hold it and feel it ,can you do that ? " . I was hesitant and he sensed it ,he slowly guided my hand down to his bulge and I gasped when I felt it . Sean's peni* was big ,erect and hard, really hard . "Now feel it " he told me. I felt it but stopped,too scared to continue. "Larissa,hold it and feel it like it's yours " Sean commanded. I did as he said and heard a moan escape his lips. Sean shifted my hand to the bed and gently inserted his tip into me,I felt a sharp pain and screamed.

5 seconds later, I'm smiling because of the night full of passion. ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ P.s : Do you know E.L. James? Yeah she is the author of the erotic novel 'Fifty Shades of Grey' I will explain who she really is, because she is a shy woman but has a crazy imagination. I feel proud of her.... EL James is the name of the author of the novel 'Fifty Shades of Grey' which so far has sold more than 40 million copies worldwide. Who would have thought, James who wrote the erotic novel was actually a shy woman. How's James' story?

Just me, my nerdy glasses constantly slipping down my nose, and the three ripped, dangerously attractive stepbrothers I’ve done everything possible to avoid since they entered my life. Kai, Jax, and Ryker. All tall, heavily tattooed, muscular, and packing the kind of cocks I describe in vivid, vulgar detail in my secret online stories. The ones that made my anonymous account LunaLustWrites explode in popularity. Faceless videos of my body — heavy tits bouncing, my tight pussy stretched and creaming around thick toys, my ass arched high showing that small heart tattoo and distinct mole on my lower back. I write depraved taboo fantasies and film myself living them out in secret. No one knows t

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.

What followed was the longest, most intense, and filthiest night of Emma’s entire life. Adrian started by making her crawl across the office floor on all fours while he sat in his chair stroking his thick cock. He made her beg out loud for every inch. Then he fucked her on his desk, on the conference table, against the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city, in his private bathroom, and even on the soft carpet in the middle of the room. He used all three of her holes repeatedly, filling her with load after load of hot cum, in her pussy, deep in her ass, and down her throat. He spanked her raw, called her every filthy name she had grown to crave (“my permanent office cumdump,” “boss’s

The elevator was packed enough that no one could see what was happening below waist level, but the risk made everything hotter. Lisa gripped the handrail, thighs shaking as he fucked her with deep, controlled pumps. Each thrust made wet, squelching sounds that only they could hear. “David’s desk is waiting for me… and now I’m going to be dripping your cum all over it.” Jax’s hand came around to rub her clit fast while he pounded into her. “Good. Let him smell me on you all day. Let him wonder why his perfect fiancée is walking around with a well-fucked pussy.”

“My after-class project. My desperate little slut who traded her dignity for a letter on a page.” His words were filth, and they poured over her like hot oil, searing her shame and transforming it into fuel. Her climax built with terrifying speed, coiling from the very brutality of his fucking. She was sobbing, pleading, begging for it, for him, for the oblivion he offered. “Please…” “Come for me, Elara,” he commanded, his own control fraying, his thrusts becoming wild, uncoordinated. “Come on your professor’s desk. Show me you accept your terms.”

He reached for a toilet paper on his desk and gently wiped his chest and abdomen. The thought made my nipples, still exposed in the cool air, tighten again. I hadn’t had dirty thoughts about a man other than Nathan. I certainly hadn’t ever had phone sex with anyone besides him. I felt both aroused and ashamed.

Sweat gathered at the small of her back where his shirt brushed her skin, and the scent of sex mixed with the faint leather of the chair and the clean paper smell of the files stacked nearby. He asked about weekend plans, then listened to a short story about a neighbor’s dog, and all the while he continued the slow, deep rhythm inside her while the head of his cock dragged against the place that made her thighs tremble. The need to stay silent forced her to breathe through her nose in careful measures, and the building pressure coiled tighter because she could not release any of it in sound. When the conversation finally began to wind down he increased the pace by degrees, and it remained co