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Neighbor 12B: “Funny? He’s a menace! Poor Zara can’t even breathe without him being a jerk.” Zara’s blood boiled. People were talking about them like it was entertainment. Before she could type, Cade chimed in. Cade (14B): “For the record, princess started it. She’s obsessed with me. Sends me love letters every week.” Her fingers flew over the keyboard. Zara (12A): “LOVE LETTERS? You mean notes telling you to clean your trash, you delusional idiot.” Within seconds, the chat exploded. Neighbor 7C: “Ooooh 👀 she called you delusional.”

Seraphina “Uhmm…” I moaned as I slowly rubbed my clit with my fingers. Raphael’s picture in hand. Damn…already so wet from just thinking about his huge, strong and veiny hands doing things to my body. My pussy throbbed even harder, till I slid two fingers inside them and started finger fucking myself.

TALES OF INSTANT LUST - SHORT READS Preface Greetings, Reader Welcome to a world where passion flares up in the most unexpected places, where lust takes the stage, and where desire never waits. The concept behind "Tales of Instant Lust" was that not all love stories have to be quiet or poetic. Irresistible chemistry, unsaid tension, and raw hunger can sometimes express more than a thousand romantic words ever could. Designed for people who want their fantasies to be served quickly, hot, and unrestrained, these stories are brief, intense, and explicitly sexy.

She added two her fingers to our pussies and pumped fast. We kept going until both of us were shaking and dripping sweat. We lay there panting, her fingers still lazily circling my swollen clit. "Told you college was fun," she whispered. I just nodded, my hidden fantasies now real and messy all over us. My ass felt used and sore in the best way, and I already wanted more.

Her tits bounced violently and got slapped red. The dirty talk grew louder and filthier. "Look at this cum covered whore. Six college guys destroying her holes at 2 a.m." "She is going to be sore for days but she will come back for more tomorrow." Lena came again and again until her voice grew hoarse from screaming. By the time the guys started unloading their second loads of the night, she was a trembling, dripping mess. Cum filled her pussy and ass and covered her face, tits, and stomach.

"Sex is always... boring with him so I never cum. I've been faking my orgasm since we got married." Seraphine felt the sweet sensation stop. Perhaps he was shocked. Maybe. The feather continued its maddening path, tracing the outline of her labia, dipping slightly into her entrance before retreating. Her muscles tensed, straining against the cuffs. "I'm tired of pleasuring myself... I want a rough fuck by a real man," she continued, the words pouring out of her now, fueled by the teasing and the darkness. He clicked his tongue, the sound sharp in the quiet room. "Interesting wishes whore"

Which builds sexual tensions between us, he asks me to send him sexy videos of myself, and I spam him with my regular videos. He tries hard to explain that it wasn’t the kind of sexy he meant, trying to tell me to make my videos more revealing without actually mentioning he wants me naked or he wants a nude video of myself. I act dumb whenever he mentions that, saying “I want to see more, beneath that” I just change the topic of our discussion, asking him about his day and what he was doing at the moment. It pisses him when I do that, I kept up with that, since I never felt safe doing that with someone I barely know.

In such close proximity, the scent of sweat running down the hollow of Ben's neck tempted Maureen to linger there. Of course she didn't. Maureen could still refrain from acting like a bitch in front of a man who didn't know much about her. "It's not the scene you need to highlight, but the story pattern they use," Ben explained, "Almost all local eroticism stories have similar bed scenes." Maybe it's the similar reading material. Sometimes there are advertisements for fictional stories that can be read online if you use a free mobile app, and most of them have the same crotch story.

Camila's body responded to their words, her pleasure building with each thrust. "Such a sweet little thing," Andrew commented, his voice a low purr. "Always so eager, always so ready." He stood just like a dirty talker would, stroking his dick and smiling. Camila moaned, her body trembling, her muscles clenching around them, her pleasure building, but not yet peaking. The intensity of the moment began to reduce as the men slowly withdrew from Camila, their breaths ragged and their bodies glistening with sweat.

I looked forward to it. I chose the outfit carefully. No bra again—didn’t see the point. A thin white cotton camisole, almost see-through when the light hit it right. Tiny black sleep shorts that barely covered the bottom curve of my ass. No panties. The seam of the shorts pressed directly against my clit every time I moved. Torture. Delicious torture.