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Am I that innocent to know about what is this? I saw the same book having the same words that the article that I read have. So that website was not making fun of me? It's actually true? I was like a crazy person trying to find an answer in those books. There are all romantic books or romantic facs about BL nothing offred for my age. I can't believe that there are facts, guides and trivias about having sexual intercourse with men and men. I was so naive. Why is my issue appears very normal inside this bookstore?

A pair of golden colored eyes peered through the smoke, gleaming dangerously at those that gazed at the cover. It was a book filled with enough filth that it’ll make the raunchiest whore flush. A tantalizing tale of a beast for a man, living deep in the wilderness with his lover. As he love to cherish his wife, gifting her with the rare treasures he finds on his daily hunt, he’s addicted to fucking her. Page after page of the raunchiest smut, detailed enough that it felt as if I was on the receiving end of his heavy thrust. God, I was horny.

Over the past week, I am a bit confident to have sex as we have been doing it often. His hands unbutton my pants and pull them down with my underwear making me gasp at the sudden contact with cold air. Breaking the kiss he trails kisses down my neck and pecked my sweet spot making me moan as I fist his unbuttoned suit. His one hand slides my slit making me move my hips for more contact. He inserts a finger in which makes me arch my back and he pumps his finger in and out of me. "You are wet amore, did the smutty books do that?" I close my eyes and kiss his neck.

She lifts it to look at it then looks up at me. "Smut slut?" she asks. I chuckle a little and nod. "That's what's kind of embarrassing. The type of book it is. When we first showed up, we thought it was a fantasy war kind of book. Turns out, it's smut." I say. "What's smut?" she asks. "A uh... descriptive romance. Literary p**n. Cliterature, if you will." I say with a grin. I watch as she processes my words, her face going from scrunched and confused, to surprised until a wide smile splits across her face.

I have always been able to trust Sammy. But how can I tell Sammy about how I am changing? How my interest in sex is pushing me beyond the normal limits that people have; how my Onlyfans account was veering further and further away from hers, which is strictly suggestive bathing suit pictures; how, when I masturbate now, which is currently about three times a day, all I can picture is my stepfather's face... my stepfather staring at me, his eyes glazing over with lust, as he cums? A wave of sadness washes over me. My stepfather, whom I love, and who now can't look at me because of the way I've been acting. The things I've done.

"That's the sound of this tight little cunt taking me." "Julian-fuck-deeper-please-" He bent over her back, lips brushing her ear. "You love being used like this, don't you? Bent over a poetry cart, books digging into your tits, stuffed full of cock while someone could walk in any second." "Yes," she sobbed. "Fuck, I love it-I'm your dirty little bookstore slut-don't stop-" He didn't. He slammed into her harder, fucking her with abandon, thick cock splitting her open again and again, each thrust driving a new moan from her throat.

“Such a greedy little slut. Bet you’ve never been fucked like this in your life. Bet no girl—or guy—has ever made you cum untouched the way I just did.” Alex whimpered, hips rocking back involuntarily onto the invading fingers. Shame flooded him, but he couldn’t stop the needy sounds escaping his throat. Jax’s fingers crooked perfectly, hammering his prostate until his knees buckled. Only the quarterback’s strong body pinning him kept him upright. “Please… Jax… I can’t—”

“You can go back to your desk. I don’t want you feeling uncomfortable here.” Zach dutifully sat back down at his desk and waited for his face to cool down. He really wasn’t cut out for reading smut, let alone editing it. He would have to move onto that at some point in the year. He was supposed to experience all editing roles throughout the year. “We do get some gay erotica,” Becca told him when she returned to her desk. “It’s just not as common so we haven’t had a submission for a while.” “Damien Black, whoever he is, is the king of the genre,” Robert agreed. “He hasn’t submitted anything for a while though.”

I'm such a greedy slut. My flimsy nightgown is slid off my body entirely and I am completely naked for them. I feel so sexy lying on my back with my legs spread open and my breasts are still wet with spit, sensitive from being sucked on. “Look at her body” Liam says softly, moving downward to kiss my flat stomach. “I could play with her forever and not get bored” Ben says with a smirk on his face and he slaps my thigh, the feel of his palm against my bare skin makes my pussy tighten.

His chest pressed against my back, one hand gripping my hip, the other braced on the shelf above my head. He started moving. Hard, fast thrusts that rocked me against the books. The shelf creaked softly with every slam. I pushed back to meet him, needing more. The wet sound of our bodies filled the small space between the stacks. “Quiet, baby,” he reminded me, but his pace didn’t slow. “They might still be upstairs.” I nodded, moaning into my arm. Each thrust hit deep, sending sparks through me. His free hand slid around to rub my clit in rough circles. The double sensation made my knees weak.