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It felt as though my fanning was having no affect. “Okay please, turn it up” I said, salaciously and very weakly, like a dying cat. This was more me manifesting a raunchy fantasy I had been daydreaming about; to have a proper man fuck me to the deepest depth of eternal damnation on a luxurious kitchen island. Charles was that man. It was this fantasy that had got me through those long lonely nights writing tasteles blog posts and wishing I had gone to beg Richard so we could go back to the era of fucking my brains out. Was I on glue or was something going to happen.

His cock twitched traitorously in his sweatpants. Later that night, after Damien had gone to shower, Elias couldn’t take it anymore. He lay on his bed, hoodie pushed up to his chest, sweatpants shoved down just enough. His hand wrapped around his hard, leaking cock, stroking slowly at first, then faster. His eyes were closed, breath coming in soft, desperate pants. In his mind, it wasn’t some vague fantasy, it was Damien’s strong hands pinning him down, that deep voice growling filthy things into his ear while…

The blog is my escape, anonymous and raw, where I can fuck without consequences. I open the dashboard, my pulse quickening as I see the comments on my last post—a BDSM fantasy of a professor tying me up, whipping my ass until I begged. Hundreds of readers ate it up, their words hungry, desperate. “DarkScribe” commented again: "You’re dancing with danger, writer." My stomach twists, a mix of fear and thrill, but I ignore it. Tonight’s post will be filthier, bolder—a public office fuck that’ll make my readers’ pulses race. My fingers hit the keys, the words pouring out like blood, a fantasy so vivid my clit pulses with every sentence.

Just- "Fuck it." I grab the black silk vibrator I purposely brought just in case, under my pillow. I press the on button and place it against me. My mouth shapes into a perfect 'O' as I rub the object against me, with my free hand I cover my mouth to make sure nobody hears me. I start grinding and I imagine as if Giovanni is here. Spreading my legs wide open, I start to drip as the vibrator ripples against my soaking clit. "F-fuck." I shutter, screwing my eyes shut and gripping onto the sheets. "Oh my-"

Alice said "So Nikki what's you're hobby"..I asked "Texting"...she replied immediately while we stared at her in amazement "Am kidding"...she said and we laughed "I love dancing".. I said "And I singing"...Alice said "Now will you tell us your real hobby?"...I asked "Oh, I love reading"..she said "Oh my gosh".. Alice screamed "You read?"...I asked in shock "Yeah"..I said "well I thought you would be a... "Spoilt brat"... She cut in

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They sighed as their lips pulled away, turning their heads to me with equally big grins and inviting me to join them. "Anthony?" Eve spoke up, pulling me out of my daydream with a surprised shake of my head. She laughed quietly. "You okay there? You kind of spaced out." "What a surprise!" Lila remarked with a roll of her eyes. I sighed, trying to rid the fantasy from my mind. Though, as a red-blooded human male, I couldn't help but be fascinated by the idea of girlfriends experimenting with each other. I chuckled in an attempt to brush it off. "Sorry about that," I responded.

Even so, he simply stared at us as we left without paying any attention to the dirt that clung to his clothes. I saw him through the rearview mirror. He looked like an abandoned puppy—just like me when he stood me up during our engagement party.

I felt stupid enough to apologize to him tomorrow and bring him a cookie. A flood of nonsense hit first: roleplay forums; romance book rec lists that looked suspiciously like my browsing history from lonely winters; wikis that read like teenagers high on Mountain Dew had built them at three in the morning. I dug harder, forcing my way past fanfic to the kind of folklore sites with ugly fonts and long paragraphs.

My mystery email writer would arrive at an undetermined time to use me. Not wanting to risk being late, I was naked on my bed having followed all the instructions by 9:45. In the darkness of the blindfold, my fantasy life was running wild. Was I expecting Heather (50% chance in my mind) or Tiffany (30%) or someone else (20%)? Or maybe both Heather and Tiffany and possibly Gwen. Or maybe all of them and some friends. Even without any physical stimulation, my pussy was leaking an enormous amount of juice.