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When he rolled off me he laughed and said, "That was okay, right? Not every girl makes a big deal out of her first time." I hated how wet that memory still made me. I should have felt angry, used, worthless. Instead my pussy kept throbbing, begging for something more. Something real. Something that would break me and put me back together. That was why I started searching online late at night. BDSM. Domination. Submission. The words alone made my nipples hard. I read stories about girls who got tied up, spanked until they cried, then fucked so deep they screamed. Men who knew how to take control. Men who made you feel like their favorite toy and their most precious slut at the same time. I wa

Then he gathered more of my juices on his fingers and brought them to my mouth. “Open,” He said softly. I opened my lips and sucked his fingers clean, tasting my own sweet, musky flavor. It felt so naughty, but I loved it. I licked every drop, looking up at him with hazy eyes. He knelt on the couch beside me, his huge black cock standing tall and hard. He grabbed me by the hips and yanked me forward, a sharp yelp slipping past my lips. He grabbed his cock by the base and started slapping it against my soaked, sensitive pussy. The heavy smacks made wet sounds and sent little jolts of pleasure through my clit.

"Alone at Last" TRIGGER WARNING: THIS BOOK IS STRICTLY EROTICA. IT CONTAINS HIGHLY GRAPHIC SEXUAL CONTENT AND IS INTENDED FOR ADULT AUDIENCES ONLY (18+). DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 OR SENSITIVE TO MATURE, EXPLICIT THEMES. " Xavier's POV " For months she had been my obsession.

Cupping my breasts, thumbs brushing my nipples, sliding down my sides. I arch into him, gasping. “Damon. Please.” “Please what?” “Touch me. Anywhere. Everywhere. I don’t care. Just…” His hand slides between my legs and we both groan. “Fuck, you’re soaked,” he growls against my throat. “For you. Only for you.” His fingers slide through my wetness, circling my clit. Pleasure shoots through me and I have to bite my lip to keep from crying out. “That’s it,” he murmurs. “Let me make you feel good, little wolf.”

He reached for one of the books on the floor, picked up the thick literature textbook, and pressed it between my teeth. “Bite down,” he ordered. “And take this dick like a good girl.” I bit the book hard as he fucked me even harder. His hips slapped loudly against my ass. One hand gripped my hip, the other reached around to rub my clit fast and rough. I came hard — screaming into the book, my pussy clenching and pulsing around his thick cock as waves of pleasure crashed through me. He didn’t slow down. He kept pounding me, spanking my ass between thrusts, leaving more red marks on my skin.

Petrov smiled as he replied, "That's good to hear, Tim. An erotic story can be much more descriptive than a p**n scene. Most young boys can't get enough p**n and it's nice when a young man takes the time to read a good erotic story. Which websites do you prefer for your stories?" Tim gasped again as Petrov used two fingers to stimulate his asshole. Petrov wasn't aiming for penetration at the moment, he just wanted the boy aroused enough to keep talking. Finally, the boy admitted to preferring Nifty and Literotica as his go-to erotic stories websites. Petrov knew that Literotica catered to a variety of genres but smiled knowing that Nifty had no heterosexual stories at all, though Nifty did h

I couldn’t have been more wrong. A deep bass thrummed through the walls as I stepped inside the VIP room, my heels clicking against the polished floor. The scent of leather and something musky hung in the air, making my pulse quicken. I blinked, adjusting to the low, amber lighting—and that’s when I saw it. Not rows of people sipping wine and discussing plot twists. No. Bodies. Moving. Writhing. Fucking. A man with dark eyes and broad shoulders stood at the front of the room, holding a book in one hand, his voice smooth and commanding as he read aloud from an erotic novel. His words painted vivid, filthy images, and everyone in the room seemed caught in his spell.

Perfect. As I flipped through the chapters, the story heated up fast. The protagonist, a shy librarian much like me, was cornered in the stacks by a dominant stranger. His hands roamed her body without mercy, fingers teasing her nipples until they ached, then dipping lower to claim her wetness. I shifted on the couch, feeling that familiar tingle between my legs. God, why did these books always get me so worked up? My thighs pressed together instinctively, seeking friction.

"Yes, Domina." I've described the process of a seduction before, the teasing, the touches and caresses to lift someone up to the very precipice of arousal and lust, then fling them over the edge. Rhonda described the process, why some things worked and others didn't. That erogenous zones existed everywhere and they should all be known and used. I brought Whore to the edge, left her clinging with her fingers, lowered her gently, climbed to a higher peak, let her down; pushed her to the next level, then hurled her crashing to the ground to leave her moaning and limp. Master pounded my cunt, making me climax, and it made no difference. Whore danced on my lips, my tongue, my fingers, crying out

Yes, the books she read were all romance books but not the kind he was thinking about. “This is not the kind of book you would find sunshine and strawberries in, Adriano. And this book is in fact educational.” She responded with a smirk on her face. The book was packed with a lot of heated erotic scenes. Reading a lot of dark romance was the only education she had ever had about sex. It was funny, really. “So, what’s in it?” He asked challengingly. She was at one of those scenes she mentioned earlier and without a single word but with a smirk on her face, she handed him the book. “The page on the right, read it.”