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When he finally left, I locked the door behind him and leaned against it, eyes closed. *This is dangerous,* I told myself. I walked back to my desk and opened my laptop. The document titled “Sex Exploration” stared back at me. For the first time, I wasn’t sure if I was writing fiction anymore. Because the scariest part wasn’t that Jayson was starting to care. But losing control and that didn’t scare me as much as it should have. And worse Part of me didn’t want to be.

Who sees two men willing to make her feel safe and at peace… and able to give five orgasms at once and decides to let them go? Not me! Definitely not me!

Inside, the packed crowd swayed with the motion, completely unaware of the depraved scene unfolding near the back. I was still trembling from the violent orgasm the old pervert had forced out of me with his fingers. My legs felt like jelly. My soaked golden bush and puffy pink pussy throbbed openly now, my tiny white thong pulled cruelly to the side. Thick strands of my own cum clung to my inner thighs, cooling in the air-conditioned bus. And then I felt it. The fat, veiny head of his old cock pressed directly against my dripping entrance. “No… please… not here,” I begged again in a broken, hoarse whisper. My voice cracked with fear and lingering shame. “There are people everywhere… they’ll

I bit my lip and dragged my fingernails through the cabinet, about to die from need. “No, baby. I’m going in dry.” My breath was caught in my throat as I felt one of his hands grabbing onto my waist hard, squeezing, while the other rolled on a condom. I wasn’t ready. I was scared. So scared. But I didn’t want to chicken out on him. My ass, on the other hand, was ready to run away from the scene. “Sean, are you sure? I mean, you’re nine inches long and pretty thick. I’m sure nature didn’t intend for your baseball bat to enter my little hole.”

“Shit, I think I'm jealous of myself. Look the confusion! “Everything is so confusing. He tipped his head back, maybe looking at the stars, maybe thinking. When if straightened, Matt said: “We just stayed with each other. We learned about sex together. It's always good, but no Exactly, uh, daring... “No—we certainly hadn't done those things my sisters talked about. Kama Sutra positions? Sex on a public beach? Would I want to do these things? or he would to want? "Do you want to be bolder?" I asked hesitantly. He rubbed his hand over his chin. — Well, I confess that it crossed my mind. But I was afraid to suggest something similar and you think I was a pervert. You are so sweet and healthy. I

Samantha felt trapped. Her body was frozen, her voice weak. The man in front of her had turned from charming to dangerous in seconds. He grabbed her trousers at the waist, trying to pull them off. “Don’t worry, baby,” he whispered. “You’ll enjoy it like never before.” She wanted to scream. But she feared that if she did, people nearby would think it was just sex—consensual, playful. Not the horror it truly was. “Please… don’t do this,” she begged, her voice shaking. “I’m begging you.”

Either way, I end up sore, dripping with cum, and feeling terrified. I love it. I love being on edge, terrified, not knowing when I'll wake up to an alarm clock or a dick being thrust down my throat or up my ass. I love his scary messages, video examples and threats that may or may not be fulfilled. Pictures of me sleeping, unaware. Demands of me to send him pictures or recordings, threats to share them with my work and family. I live in constant fear of this goliath sex beast, and I will always try to escape or stop him, but I always want more.

You have to be punished. He perked up at the mention of punishment and rubbed himself furiously with the bath sheet that Kate threw at him. She walked into the bedroom ahead of him, cracking the whip as she went. I’m enjoying this, she thought. Does this mean this is my true sexual persona? Am I a power-hungry, lust-crazed dominatrix? She caught sight of herself in the mirror. No, she decided, this isn’t really me, but I am enjoying it. And that’s partly because I’m angry at what this man stands for. And anger can do funny things to ‘you. Like fear, it makes the adrenaline churn through your body. It can sweep along other emotions in its wake, turning it into a melange of conflicting desires

I joke. “We’ve been roommates for almost five years, asshole. I can’t help but know what you look like,” he deadpans. “Come on. Do it.” “No fucking way,” I say. “Scared you can’t hack it?” Axl asks. “No. I just don’t want to do it.” “Do you have any idea how much I can make in a night?” “Can’t be that much,” I quip. He says the amount, and my jaw drops. “Seriously?”