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Erotic Compilation Stories. My Fantasy::: It was definitely a time of extreme trial for me, and if I had known how it would end, I might have not bitched as much as I did during it all. To begin with, my boyfriend, Jimmy, broke up with me because when I shared my fantasies with him, per his request, he said I was too much of a sexual freak for him. Let me explain a bit further so you better understand. I had been reading stories on those sites that specialize in erotic literature after doing some research on a paper for a class on human sexuality on how some people engage in different sexual acts for pleasure. Now, some of the stories were so bizarre that I couldn't finish reading them, but

She managed to take off his shirt, while he worked hard to suck her nipples. The woman's nails were long, and slid easily down Ramirez's back. She looked at me as she nibbled on her lower lip, before moistening them with the tip of her tongue. Well, at least she deceived better by pretending she liked that shit. And that gesture made me feel a strange pressure in the groin area. Of course I wouldn't be stupid to want to participate in that thing. It is known how many diseases could be transmitted before actual penetration. But looking was still good.

I stammered. “I see.” He smirked and continued walking. “So what do you think of erotic books? Do they convey the messages purely like movies do? The expressions, the feelings… everything.” I gulped. “It all comes down to how good the writer is.” I said, trying to steady my voice. “I most times prefer to read erotic books instead of watching erotic movies. “Interesting,” he smiled. “We really do have a lot in common.” “Do you get the urge to do it when you read them?” he continued.

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.

Michael started spending more nights out with the guys, leaving me alone at home with our daughter Sophie, my body humming with unmet need. One Friday night, while Michael was off playing cards and the house was quiet after I'd tucked Sophie in, boredom and horniness collided. I opened my laptop and, heart racing, clicked into a chat room labeled F4F. When the others learned I was straight but curious, the messages flooded in—bold, filthy offers to be my first, to devour me in ways I'd only fantasized about. Their aggression both thrilled and scared me. Relief washed over me when I saw none lived within 500 miles. Still, their stories poured in: vivid tales of their own first times or detail

I knew I was making a huge mistake, but still, I couldn’t stop myself. My fingers slid down her clit to her pussy lips and immediately got drenched. I felt her arousal between them, and I smiled like a predator catching sight of his prey. I rubbed them gently against her folds and then raised them to her face. “Smell yourself, doll.” I spread her juices on the skin under her nose. “Can you smell the scent of desperation? Cause it’s reeking from you.”I slid my hand down and collected even more moisture. Then, with my free hand, I completely removed the fabric from her mouth and squeezed her jaw, making her open her lips. “Now taste yourself.”The fingers that were on her pussy seconds ago were

I flicked my tongue fast and hard over it while pushing two thick fingers into her soaking pussy, curling them immediately to stroke that sensitive spot inside her. Elena’s back arched violently off the bed, her heavy tits bouncing with the movement. “Oh my God, Alex! Your tongue feels so fucking good. Suck that clit harder, baby. I haven’t had my pussy eaten like this in years… not since before the divorce. You’re making Mrs. Harper feel like such a dirty whore.”

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

Her pussy glistened with arousal, lips puffy and twitching, clit already begging. She whimpered. Then something touched her. A warm enchanted tendril ran along the folds of her cunt. Not rough nor gentle but curious. “So wet already,” he murmured. “You’re aching to be used. Do you fantasize about being forced, little acolyte? Being taken on the altar while your sisters pray above?” “Stop it—gods, stop—” Another tendril flicked her clit. She jerked violently. Her mouth opened in a moan before she could stop it.

“Rub your clit while you ride me. I want to feel this pussy cream one more time before I fill it.” She reached down, rubbing her swollen clit frantically as she bounced. Her moans turned into high-pitched, broken cries. Her walls started fluttering wildly around my cock again. “I’m gonna cum. Ethan, please!” “Cum then, you pathetic slut,” I snarled, thrusting up hard to meet her bounces. “Milk my cock.” Elara screamed, her whole body convulsing as another violent orgasm ripped through her. Her pussy clamped down on me like a vice, gushing wetly all over my lap. Her eyes rolled back, mouth open in a silent cry, thighs shaking uncontrollably.