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“Ew. Who even reads things like that?” “I do,” she smirks. “And you love me for it.” I roll my eyes, but she's right. Chloe’s always been the wild one—gorgeous, mouthy, and deathly allergic to shame. The kind of woman who goes topless in Cuba, has sex dreams about her barista, and writes goodreads reviews on her favorite erotica. She’s also the one who dared me, two weeks ago over brunch, to write an erotic novel. “Do it,” she said. “Just once. No pen names. Let people know their favorite horror author can also write toe-curling orgasms.”

I removed my hand and she let out a gasp . I let go off her nipple and started to suck on my fingers which were dripping with her juices while she looked at me . I took my middle finger to her lips and she opened up immediately. The sight of her sucking and licking her juices from my finger was turning me on even more. I allowed her finish before taking off the shorts I had on quickly . My dick was hard as a rock and fully erect . Clara looked at it,she looked amazed by the sight of it. I got up and walked to the front of the bed signalling for her to climb .

I fell asleep exhausted, thighs sticky, still whispering Daniel’s name. Days blurred together. Texts turned into voice notes where I moaned for him. Calls became arguments mixed with desperate dirty talk. My body was in constant heat , nipples always sensitive, pussy perpetually wet and aching. I bought more toys. I rode a thick dildo on the couch one afternoon, bouncing on it while watching a video of a man fucking a woman from behind, imagining it was us. My moans filled the apartment as I came, grinding down hard, but again… it wasn’t enough.

That caused my eyebrows to raise and my cheeks to blush. "Well... If you like that mix, maybe 'Story of O' by Pauline Réage, 'The Lover' by Marguerite Duras, 'Tropic of Cancer' by Henry Miller, or 'Delta of Venus' by Anaïs Nin could be recommended," I suggested, my face burning. These were considered significant works of erotic literature, but at the same time, they were quite scandalous. "Did you enjoy them?" he asked with a slightly huskier voice. "I like forming my own opinions."

Sadile nodded, her body trembling with anticipation, as she surrendered to the pleasure that awaited her, to the unknown delights that Travis and Jenna promised. The night was young, and she knew that the pleasures that lay ahead would be beyond anything she could have imagined. As Travis's lips met hers once more, Sadile felt herself being drawn into a world of sensation, a world where pleasure reigned supreme, and she was the willing participant, the eager student, ready to learn, ready to explore, ready to surrender to the erotic dance that was about to unfold. The candlelight flickered, casting shadows on the walls, as the three of them moved in a rhythm as old as time, a rhythm that spo

“And Evelyn? Wear whatever makes you feel like the filthy little obsession you are.” I left his office on unsteady legs, my thighs were filled with dried juice while I clutched the leather book like a dirty secret.That night in my dorm, I read the marked passages slowly, touching myself the entire time. The words blurred with my own fantasies, his fingers, his voice and the way he had commanded my orgasm like he already owned it.

Well there was only two weeks left for Sam to enjoy her and he was doing that as much as he could. Not that he didn't actually enjoy the class itself as he had indeed been writing for the last couple of years. The only problem was what he was writing was dirty naughty stories, or as most web sites called it; erotic stories. Sam was pretty good at it and at the urging of his then girlfriend Stacey, had submitted some of his books to an eeotic story site named Erotic dom where under the pen name Dirtyfantasies, and had gotten some good reviews.

I cried out, my fingers tangling in his dark hair. He pushed me back onto the cot, his body covering mine. The weight of him, the heat, was everything I’d dreamed of. His hands were everywhere—kneading my breasts, sliding down my ribs, over my hips. He hooked his fingers into the waist of my simple cotton underwear and tore them down my legs. The sound of the fabric ripping was the most erotic thing I’d ever heard. Then his hand was there. Between my legs. On my pussy. A big, rough-skinned palm cupping me, his middle finger sliding through the wetness I couldn’t control.

I could feel it running down to my asshole, making everything slippery. Their bodies pressed closer to the table. I felt the heat from their thighs against my sides. Sophia’s tunic brushed my arm, already damp with sweat. Mia’s breath came hot against my neck between kisses. The taste of salt and vanilla lingered on my tongue when I licked my lips again. I was losing my mind. “Kiss each other… keep kissing while you finger me. I love it. Fuck, I’m gonna come so hard if you keep going.”

Stories and such to let me know what I might want to try. She surprised me with what she did next. She held her hand up in front of my face. Then she lowered it between her legs and caressed herself. When she brought it back to my face, it was dripping with the honey that had lain in wait behind her lips. The smell of that sweet nectar shattered my resolve. I took her wrist in mine and began to lick the juices from her hand. My arousal went from mostly hard to rock solid with one taste. I was lost to reason -- she would be mine.