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She said, "Don't worry about it. Look all you want. It's not like I'm going to lose anything." She really didn't care. She was showing off her smooth legs right in front of me and letting me stare all I wanted. I smiled back and said, "You're really something. Those are the prettiest legs I've ever seen." And just like that, we started chatting back and forth. It turned out that her name was Lauren Ward. She had a boyfriend, but he could never satisfy her. Every time they were together, he would be done after just a few moments. The more frustrated Lauren became, the more she craved release, so she started using toys to take care of herself.

Anything. Aaron’s hands were everywhere, rough and insistent. He gripped her waist, lifting her effortlessly onto the kitchen counter, the cool granite biting into her bare thighs as her short dress hiked up dangerously high. The pink lace thong was exposed again, damp from her earlier masturbation and the dream’s lingering heat. He stepped between her legs, forcing them apart with his hips, and she felt it—the hard ridge of his erection pressing against her core through his jeans. “Aaron… we can’t,” she gasped, breaking the kiss, her voice a shaky whisper. But even as she said it, her hips twitched involuntarily, seeking more friction.

Real sex. My eyes fly open instantly. “What was that?” Dr. Kane doesn’t stop fingering me. “Just another patient receiving treatment. Don’t worry about it.” He curls his fingers harder. “Focus on how good this feels, Eden. You’re doing so well.” Lila sucks my left nipple into her mouth, grazing her teeth across it. The wet heat pushes me right to the edge. I’m about to come. My first orgasm ever. Right here on the doctor’s table while his nurse devours my tits.

She drank every drop like it was her favorite drink. Before I could recover, she pushed me down onto her thick strap-on, which she’d already put back on. “Ride it,” she ordered. “Fuck yourself stupid on my cock.” I sank down onto the massive dildo in one go, moaning loudly at the stretch. My pussy was so sore but still greedy. I started bouncing on her cock like a desperate slut, my tits jiggling with every movement. Lena gripped my hips and thrust up hard to meet me, fucking me even deeper.

“Then fuck me. Right here.” Eli lost it. He ripped Dara’s shorts down, spat on his hand, and pushed two fingers into Dara’s ass. Dara groaned loud, pushing back on them. Eli added a third, stretching him open while stroking Dara’s cock. Dara was moaning shamelessly, hips rocking, cock leaking all over Eli’s hand. Eli pulled his fingers out, lined up, and slammed in raw in one hard thrust. Dara cried out, back arching. “Fuck— Eli— yes—”

And I wanted to be punished: Perhaps that, more than anything else. I began reading erotic BDSM stories. For a while this seemed to be enough. It allowed me to escape my life, if only for short periods of time. Erotic BDSM stories were challenging to find in my small town and soon found myself searching sites on the internet. This opened up a whole new world: Before I knew it, I was placing ads on personals sites, trying to make my dream a reality. Initially the responses were just crude. Even the ones I decided to contact, seemed a little beyond what I was looking for: Cruel men, perhaps dangerous too. Finally I received a response from Tony.

A mind-shattering orgasm claimed Jace as thick white ropes of cum shot out rope after rope, coating his belly until his balls were emptied. Just then, Toussaint climaxed too but into the condom he’d somehow managed to fit on his gigantic cock. Toussaint lowered himself and licked the cum off Jace’s belly, and then kissed him again. They both maintained that position for a while, his cock softening in Jace until he rolled off him. He pulled Jace into his arms, gently kissing his nape and skin.

His gaze was intense, dark, and hungry. "Oh God," I groaned, closing my eyes. "I'm so fired." "No, you're not fired," he said softly. The relief was so sudden that my hand went limp. The purple dildo slipped from my fingers, hitting the floor with a loud thud, where it continued to vibrate violently against the floor, skittering around like a caffeinated fish.

He reached for a toilet paper on his desk and gently wiped his chest and abdomen. The thought made my nipples, still exposed in the cool air, tighten again. I hadn’t had dirty thoughts about a man other than Nathan. I certainly hadn’t ever had phone sex with anyone besides him. I felt both aroused and ashamed.

What our story is, from what I myself have just said, I already have the answer, but I wanted to hear from his lips, to know what he thought our story was. "I'm the one asking you that question, Ethan!"--- I take my cup.--- "What our story is to you." "An erotic, almost sexual poem."--- He begins to answer.--- "It is short like a poem, where most of what it tells you is about that, sex. But not just any sex, one that you forget after a few minutes. One that is remarkable, with orgasms so powerful they take you to the moon with such. They are remarkable moments despite everything, despite the short time you have together. You will know that it will soon be over, but you will remember every mo