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He turns on the car and he drives them both to a restaurant he had earlier picked. Mimie is pissed about how Bianca treated her and devises a plan to get back at her. The word desperate leech keeps ringing in her hands,She just wanted to show her love for Rio and Bianca had tagged her as being desperate. She doesn’t know what to do, she would do anything to block out Bianca’s words from her head. She shakes her head, picks her bag and heads out to a bar to get a drink.She signals to the bartender to bring more drinks to her table. She keeps on drinking till her body is unable to handle the drinks.

I shook my head, erasing the images of my own fucked up desires. My mind went back to the theatre where she was watching a live non-con scene unfolding, and if I wasn’t wrong her expression was one of twisted desire and confused want like she couldn’t come to terms with herself that she’d want something like that. And as if to run away from that reality, she had drunken half her weight in vodka and it was a fucking surprise she was still walking.

Falling, fast and reckless, for something that could burn me—or burn me alive in the most intoxicating way possible. Some desires… aren’t meant to be tamed. Some people… aren’t meant to be resisted. And I was already caught in both.

Chapter 3: Second Half Craving The third quarter had started on the TV, but the score no longer mattered. Mike and Derek lay tangled on the cum-and-oil-soaked couch, chests heaving, bodies glistening under the flickering light of the football game. Derek’s thick cock was still half-hard and leaking against Mike’s thigh, while Mike’s own dick rested heavy and spent across his abs, twitching at the slightest movement. The scent of baby oil, sweat, and raw sex hung thick in the air, making the living room feel like a private den of sin.

she said, voice huskier than she meant. Jake grinned. “Deepest, dirtiest fantasy. No holding back.” She could’ve lied. Could’ve said something tame. Instead the alcohol and the way three pairs of eyes locked on her made the truth spill out before she could stop it. “I want to be filled. Everywhere. At the same time.” Her cheeks burned but she didn’t look away. “Three cocks. One in my mouth, one in my pussy, one in my ass. Stretching me until I can’t think. Making me scream so loud the neighbors call the cops.”

I could nearly hear people’s thoughts and feel their pain. The smell of alcohol, cigarette, blood thirst and lust clung to my nostrils like dust. My eye sight became enhanced and it felt like I could nearly see past the present. I forced my way out of the club and was intercepted by the rock-like man at the entrance. I knocked him away and ran out from the hall. If the glass doors hadn’t been open, I would have broken through them. I ran to my car, fumbled for the remote in my pocket and unlocked the door. I jumped into the car and slammed the door. My arms shook tremendously and became sweaty.

she ranted, taking out two wine glasses and a bottle of vodka and fruit punch. Remember when I said that Linda had a family tragedy a year ago? Linda's mother died from cancer. She was so devastated. She went out to parties, got drunk and high, and I had to help her get through this. "What did she want?" I questioned as she set the glasses on the coffee table. Linda and I moved into this nice studio during our freshmen year in Uni. The walls were painted a light nude cream color there was two L shaped white sofas, a coffee table and a plasma screen TV. There are some photos of me and Linda and friends and families on the walls.

"You heard me plain, Marco. If this pathological fixation is to be broken - if any hope remains of restoring your superiority and freeing your spirit from her relentless torment - you'll need to embrace your obsession with the Dupont woman. Court her, consume her...or be forever consumed in turn by this madness you've brought upon yourself." For once, I am utterly without words. My lips work up and down like a gasping fish as I struggle to process his profane prescription. This is...this is insanity. LunThe lunacy is the most debased, heretical variety! Yet even as I scramble for every fiber of indignant rejection, a small terrified voice calls out from the most shadowed recesses of my psych

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The slow-burning stretch of being filled by him is turning my brain to liquid, not to mention every other organ in my body. It hurts, but it’s not enough. I need all of him. Suddenly, I’m overcome by a desperate need to be filled by him. A burning desire to have him deep inside me, until there is no space left between us. My pussy throbs with a deep, carnal longing for his cock. Dusting my lips over the skin of his neck, I smile as it elicits a deep growl in his throat. “I want more,” I whisper. “More?”