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The whole day had been hectic. I took out a bottle of wine and poured myself some. I dropped onto the cushions, remote in hand, and flicked on the TV. Mindless noise to fill the silence. I scrolled through channels, news, reruns, some late night talk shows until I landed on a movie. One of those erotic thrillers, the kind with dim lighting and heavy breathing. I almost changed it, but the scene caught me. A woman alone in a lavish room, silk robe slipping off her shoulder, her hand trailing down her body as soft music swelled.

“This pussy belongs to me-“ he growls “-not Eric , not anybody else, Mine!” He slaps my clit continuously, his dick taming into my insides at the same time. I’m going to cum” I cried out eyes rolling to the back of my head His thumb picks up pace, his dick dragging against my front walls “yess baby, cum on this dick, cum on my cock like a good girl” . I came hard, harder than all the other times , my whole body shaking as my pussy clamped down on him hard.

Precum ran down the shaft and over her fingers in a steady stream. Sofia finally pulled her fingers from his mouth and wrapped that hand around his cock too, using both hands to work him. One stroked the shaft while the other twisted over the head. The wet, slick sounds filled the booth. “Look at the screen,” she ordered. “Watch them fuck while I jerk you off.” Luca stared at the black-and-white footage, eyes glazed. The silent erotic images combined with Sofia’s hands on him pushed him right to the edge again. Sofia leaned in, lips brushing his ear. “Tonight I'm directing you. And now I want you to hold it, feel how hard you are for me. Feel how much your cock needs to come but can’t until

Ero **** on the first date she confided in me i have a chromosomal disorder, disorder, disorder i need love and pain strangely mixed together my elixirs i suffer reality distoooorrtions a ghastly Vatican of ****** compulsions my soul is black matter my **** a seething cauldron of despicable desire my *** cries for homicidal cruelty mold me into a ******* fold me like a two dollar beach chair the wrong way tear me to bits unwind my intestine eat me like a blood ******* ghoul make me squirm like an anime victim i thought oh finally a soul mate with soul strange as a Dionysian mad hatter on hallucinogenics hot girl creeping grimacing at me meandering conjurations by ****** contortions stunning

I was showered with offers for dates, but none of them gave me that tingle in my pussy that Eric next door did. I went to a seedy bookshop in the "wrong" part of town and bought a couple of erotic novels. I chose ones that were about husbands having affairs with younger women. As I read them in bed late at night I let my fingers play with my tits and my pussy and I brought myself to my very first orgasm. It was a wonderful discovery, but nothing like what the books described. I knew I needed a cock for that and the only cock I wanted sat between Eric Conner's legs.

I don’t know how I'm going to make it home before I blow my load, or even worse, before someone notices my hard-on! I decide to make a quick pit stop at the town library and use the combination of their public toilets and the free Wi-Fi to relieve myself. I quickly lock the only cubicle in the men’s bathroom and sit down, I put my earphones in and immediately go to my phone's videos where I store a large amount of p**n. I quickly click play on one of my favourite screaming videos and start to jerk my 8” cock. I’m already ready to blow my load and the screaming and hot ladies aren’t helping. Suddenly I imagine Mrs Sinclar jerking me and it’s all too much as I shoot stream after stream of cum

I flipped to the page, voice unsteady. “I vow… to let you use my body whenever you want… even if it means I’m still dripping with your cum when I meet your fiancée.” The words had felt filthy when I wrote them. Hearing them aloud while Lucas’s tongue worked me was devastating. He rewarded me by sliding two thick fingers inside me, curling them against that spot that made my vision spark. His mouth never stopped licking, sucking, devouring me like I was the only thing he wanted in the world.

She was already slurring from the intensity, thin threads of saliva dripping from the corners of her mouth and forming a small puddle on the table. The girl shuddered violently several times. A few weak waves of thin white fluid shot from the head of her little cock, spraying onto the edge of the table. She was flipped onto her back again. Her sweat-soaked white shirt hung uselessly around her waist, while most of her smooth back was covered in fine beads of sweat and the red erotic marks left by the man when he had leaned over her for fierce kisses. Her fair, supple buttocks were almost completely exposed, her tight little hole slapped red by the repeated impact of his heavy, dark balls. Be

My voice was shaky as I spoke. I saw her smiling before she finally spoke, I black eyes were shining with something I couldn't quite name. No… the opposite of what I was wanting to hear from her… your writing was loving and powerful. I love your story because I love erotic stories myself and I'd like to talk more about it with you. “So are you free this weekend Come to my place Sunday at eight.” I felt my heartbeat increase is it the test that I don't want her to give me that she wants to give me in her house? Or is it something else? I asked myself.

“Because I’m done playing the good little wife. Dante doesn’t own me. I’m mine. And I think you like that, don’t you?” Eric’s grin widened, a flash of admiration crossing his face. “You’re damn right I do. You’re not like the others. You don’t pretend to be something you're not. And I’m not complaining.” I ran my hand down his chest, feeling the heat of his skin beneath my fingers. The tension between us crackled, the chemistry undeniable. Eric had made me feel alive in ways I hadn’t in a long time, maybe ever. He wasn’t Dante, he wasn’t tied down by anything or anyone. He gave me freedom, control, and the kind of pleasure Dante never could.