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Saliva dripped down our chins…our hands found each other and we held on tight. He pulled out and moved to the other side of the desk. He spread my legs wider and pushed his thick cock into my pussy in one smooth thrust. I cried out. He felt even bigger than I imagined. He fucked me with steady, deep strokes while his fingers rubbed Sophie’s clit. “Touch each other,” he ordered. I reached over and slid two fingers into Sophie’s wet pussy. She was dripping. She moaned and did the same to me, fingers curling inside me while Professor Voss kept pounding my cunt.

He finished inside her, groaning quietly as his cum flooded her again. Elena became addicted to the danger and the pleasure. Every Thursday she grew wetter just walking into the library. She started touching herself lightly in class while looking at Roman. Her pussy stayed constantly sensitive. She loved the way her ass stung after his spankings. She loved feeling his cum leak out of her for hours afterward.

Elena’s voice was a soft, breathy whisper. "I want you to throw me against the wall," she whispered. "I want you to rip that red thong off my body. I want to feel your hands everywhere. I want you to lick my pussy until I’m screaming your name so loud the neighbors hear. And then, I want you to fuck me until I can't stand up. I want to be your toy, Dante." Dante’s breath hitched. He felt like his heart was going to explode. The erotica of her words was too much. He couldn't sit in his office anymore. He was a man of action, and his wife had just issued a challenge.

But I decided that perhaps I didn't know everything about Michael, especially his sexual likes and dislikes, so after he left for school the next morning, I returned to his laptop, and this time I checked his favourites. Most were game sites, but there were three Literotica addresses, as well as a pantyhose site. The first Literotica page was simply a list of new stories updated each day, the second was the top incest stories by score, but the third was one that gave me lots of information about my son's kinks. It was a search engine with the following tags: mom, son, and submission.

That was more than she ever earned from writing. “What’s the catch?” she whispered. "That's smart, Writer Ara." Damon’s lips curved into the faintest smile. “There is always a catch. For every erotic scene you write for my private inspiration project, you will physically practice it with me first. For you to a character being fucked against a wall, you must be fucked against a wall. Everything you create, I will bring to life with you.” Ara stared at him, stunned. Heat flooded her face. She could barely believe what he was saying.

His other friend without warning slams into me from behind and I scream in pleasure. “Ngggggggggh, shit fuuuuuuuuuuuck, yes keep going, fuck me just like that. Yes… yes… oh yes” the guy from behind continues to fuck me senseless as I tug at my breast and watch in daze as Rosa pleasures herself with a vibrator. This scene is so crazy, I had only seen it in p**n sites who would have thought my fantasies would be brought to life just a few days before my wedding. While we share two men that drive into us hard and fast against the headboard of our bed, Rosa and I kiss and touch ourselves in the most erotic ways ever and my body is fucking sensitive against her touch.

I was traveling thousands of miles, leaving my oblivious wife at home, to fuck a young girl I had met online because she enjoyed the stories I wrote. If you asked me why I started writing and publishing erotica on Literotica, I do not believe I could give you a full and satisfactory answer. I had been reading the site for some years, had an idea for a story that I wrote out and, after a very short time hemming and hawing, published it.

"Did you know only ten percent of men and fucking eighty percent of women? Why do you think I spend so much time on the dating apps? It's all a numbers game." "Eric, you do realize that you get what you pay for, right?" you asked. "If you look like a fuckboy, and act like a fuckboy..." "Hey, I don't care if people think I'm a fuckboy," Eric said. "Cause you'll know what I'll be doing?" "Fucking?" Gemma filled in. "Exactly," he said. "Speaking of which, Gemma-" "If you say anything rude to me right now, Eric, I will legitimately file a complaint at work on Monday," Gemma said.

She kept stroking me through it until the aftershocks faded and I had to gently push her hand away, oversensitive. I rolled toward her and pushed her onto her back. Her legs fell open easily. I kissed down her throat, across her breasts, lingering to suck each nipple until she squirmed. Lower still, over the soft plane of her stomach. The scent of her arousal reached me before I even parted her folds with my fingers. She was slick and swollen. I settled between her thighs and licked a long stripe from her entrance up to her clit. The taste was sharp and clean. Her hips jerked and she made a low sound that went straight through me.

Still, doubt creeps in as I focus on her eyes, “Is this the right thing for you though?” She looks at me for a long minute, before finding my hand and leading it down her body. Her boobs, soft and perky, her flat stomach, and finally deeper. Past her panties and I feel her wetness. My hand is soaked, and she groans when my hand comes into contact with her dripping pussy. The sound is so sexy, so raw. “Just from that kiss, my love. We can talk about whether it's right tomorrow.” I don't need any other confirmation. I grab her.