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I pushed open doors, peeked into rooms, telling myself I was just reacquainting myself with the place. One door was already cracked. I nudged it wider. His room. Clothes tossed over a chair, a half-empty water bottle on the nightstand, the faint scent of him still hanging in the air. His laptop sat open on the desk, screen glowing. I knew I should close the door and walk away. Instead I stepped inside, my curiosity winning. I glanced at the screen. A website. Mature women. Tasteful but very naked. Curves, confidence. The kind of images that made my cheeks heat for reasons I didn’t want to examine too closely.

The ropes bit into her skin in pretty patterns, and the sight made my nipples tighten against my dress. My breathing was getting shallow. I could feel myself getting wet, the slickness between my thighs impossible to ignore as we moved from scene to scene. Alexander pointed out different kinks: a St. Andrew’s cross with a man being caned until his ass glowed red, a couple engaged in sensual wax play where hot drips made the woman gasp and writhe, a quiet corner where a Domme had her submissive licking her boots while she casually chatted with friends. Every explanation he gave was calm, but his voice grew rougher with each one. I noticed the way his hand froze at my back, his fingers occasio

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.”

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.

I snapped awake, gasping for air, my heart hammering against my ribs. My pants were soaked, my cock aching and throbbing inside my shorts, leaking pre-cum against the fabric. A heavy wave of guilt crashed over me instantly. I sat on the edge of my bed, burying my face in my hands. How could I dream about something I’d claimed to hate so much? I spent the next hour trying to ignore the heat pooling in my blood, but the curiosity was a sickness. I pulled up my phone, researching sex clubs, power dynamics, and the exact things I’d seen in that room. The more I read, the more I realized my anger hadn't been about disgust, it had been about fear of how much I actually wanted it.

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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.

Damien began to move, his hips rolling in a steady rhythm, his body pressing against mine with each thrust. "Damien," I whispered, my voice breathy and needy. "You feel so good. So fucking good." He captured my lips in another kiss, his tongue exploring my mouth as his body explored mine. I could feel the pressure building, my body coiling tight with anticipation. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, urging him to go faster. Suddenly, I felt it...the rush of sensation, the release of pressure. I cried out, my body convulsing as I squirted, the wetness soaking the sofa beneath us.

As a result, I was spending more and more time online reading erotic stories and looking at various websites. The sites I like most feature amateur and voyeur photos. There's just something about "the girl next door" that really gets me going. I'd much rather look at a real woman than some airbrushed, so-called "ideal." The idea that regular women are generous enough to take their clothes off so I can admire their beautiful bodies is an incredible turn-on for me. Unfortunately, Linda, my wife, doesn't always share my enthusiasm for surfing the web for p**n. Consequently, I have to sneak my viewing.

“I already told you no.” “That’s because you haven’t heard me out yet. I’ve gotten a contract with this website that sells nude photos of girls. No, wait, let me finish. It’s not a porn site—it’s more an erotica site.” Emily snorted. “Isn’t that the same thing?” Landon almost looked affronted. “The photos I do are classy, Em. Artistic. And best of all, you get to keep a percentage of the royalties. It’s not just one sum for taking them.”