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He’d slide his hand over mine, guiding my fingers, showing me how he wants me to rub myself—slow circles, then faster, harder. I whimper softly, circling my clit faster, hips rocking against my own hand. I imagine him lifting me onto the counter, spreading my legs wide, yanking my shorts down. His mouth on me—hot, wet, relentless. His tongue flicking my clit while two thick fingers push inside me, curling just right. My breath hitches. I’m so close. I imagine him looking up at me, eyes dark with want, beard glistening with my wetness. “You’re mine,” he’d growl. “Not Claire’s. Not anyone else’s. Mine.”

She moaned so loudly that even a hotel staff cleaning outside could hear them. The staff became excited and tried to look through the keyhole as it was already night and chances of someone catching him was slim. He saw a couple going wild in bed together. He notices a beautiful woman who was Sunna completely naked getting smashed by her lover. He couldn't control himself but watch them through a keyhole. Then he went to the washroom and masterbate fantasising about Sunna 's hot body . He soon cummed.

Silver takes my hand. You want to know what sucks? Being gay in high school, being surrounded by hot guys you can never look at because looking is just as bad as assuming one's gay. Then you end up like me at a party 4 shots in and I can't help it, fuck I want one... a guy I mean, I'm surrounded.

“Is it because every man you’ve been with had a small dick?” The bluntness of it should have shocked me. Instead, it sent a fresh wave of heat pooling low in my belly. I didn’t know how to answer. How could I explain that the only man I’d ever been with was Ethan, and he had never once made me feel like this? Never made my body clench and flutter around him the way it was doing now around Damien’s thick fingers. Ethan’s touches had always been rushed, selfish, leaving me frustrated and empty. This stranger—this dream version of raw masculinity—was already ruining me with nothing but his hands and that intense stare. “Maybe…” I breathed, my voice shaky. “Maybe because Ethan never satisfied me

⚠️ MATURE AUDIENCE ADVISORY This book contains explicit sexual content, graphic language, and themes intended for mature readers only. By proceeding, you acknowledge that you are 18 years of age or older. Reader discretion is strongly advised. *********** Unlock the door to your darkest fantasies and prepare to lose control. Illicit Affair is an erotic journey where the rules don't apply and inhibition is left at the threshold. From stolen glances in crowded rooms to the slow, agonizing burn of secret encounters, these stories are crafted to push every boundary and satisfy your deepest, most primal cravings.

The characters, settings, and scenarios are fictional and meant for escapism—not intended to reflect or encourage real-life behavior without consent or responsibility. This book may feature content that explores various sexual dynamics, fantasies, and preferences. All encounters are consensual in nature, even if they unfold in daring or unconventional contexts. However, if you're uncomfortable with mature themes or erotic storytelling, this book may not be for you. --- Legal & Copyright Notice

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"Because I have years of fantasies to fulfill, and one night won't be nearly enough." As his mouth found her neck again, Wendy wondered briefly about tomorrow, about professional boundaries and workplace complications. Then his hands slid beneath her skirt again, and she decided tomorrow could take care of itself.

But Noah’s title stopped me cold. Dirty Desire. A nervous laugh escaped my mouth. Surely, I was imagining things, I had to be imagining things. Surely, this wasn’t what I thought it was. But when I opened the first page, my breath hitched. I couldn't believe my eyes. Noah hadn’t written a romance. He’d written a fantasy. His fantasy, a well detailed one at that. The words became more and more serious with each line: “She’s older, irresistible. Her voluptuous boobs pressed against my mouth”, “her wet pussy clenching tightly around me”, “her big fat ass bouncing against my hips.”

There'll be hot guys and fun games” she asked one last time as she held the door handle. “I'm sure babes. I'll pass this time” I said sweetly and we bade each other goodbye. I rushed to the door and locked it then quickly took off my clothes and lay on my bed. Yes I could be picky and slightly judgemental but I never pretended to be innocent myself. I loved sex and bad stuff buttttt… with the right person. I couldn't tell Sheila that I've been fantasizing and daydreaming about Shawn. I couldn't get his face and dick out of my mind. I masturbated thinking about him. My little secret.