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Something aching to be molded. I met him in my Tuesday night workshop. "Erotics of Language"—a curated space for writers who wanted to learn how to use sensuality in storytelling. Most came in with curiosity or thinly veiled hunger. He came in with a notebook gripped like a lifeline and questions trembling on his lips. I noticed him in the third session. He waited until everyone had left to speak to me. “I—um—can I ask you something… off the record?” I folded my arms, tilted my head. “You just did.”

His finger lightly brushed a strand of hair behind my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. Then his hand grazed my waist for a second so light it was barely there, but enough to make my breath catch. "Continue," he said, right in my ear. His voice was low and rough. "Read the part about edging her, tell me exactly what you feel between your legs when you say it." I kept on reading, my voice breathless. "I would edge her for hours, making her drip down her thigh while she reads my dirty words back to me. Her tight little cunt will clench around nothing, begging for my thick cock to stretch her wide."

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My moans turned into desperate, high-pitched cries. Every sense was on fire. The slick, warm glide of their hands between my legs. The filthy wet sounds of my pussy getting fucked. The sweet and musky smell of three dripping cunts. The sight of their hungry tongues sliding together above my body. The heavy, oily weight of my own tits bouncing with every thrust. I was right there, trembling on the edge, their fingers and mouths pushing me closer and closer while they made out passionately over my writhing body. They were not stopping. And I did not want them to.

Then I’d stand, bend her over the railing, and thrust into her from behind, her cries echoing across the water as I claimed what’s always been mine. Elena’s breathing grew ragged. She hiked her dress higher, fingers slipping beneath the damp cotton of her panties. Her clit was swollen, slick with arousal. She circled it slowly as she turned pages, lost in Victor’s raw confessions. Last night I wrote her name while I came. Elena. Elena. Elena. If she ever returns, I won’t hold back. I’ll lock the doors, strip her bare, and spend days teaching her body every filthy pleasure. Spreading her ass cheeks and rimming her tight little hole while she fingers herself. Making her watch in the mirror as

Wetness soaked her thighs, and the air grew heavy with her arousal. His hands cupped her bare breasts, fingers teased her nipples, brushed them slowly, and she whimpered, “Oh god, please.” Her body arched into his touch, desperate for more. “Scared of Sophie’s gossip?” he teased. His voice was a low growl, and his fingers circled her nipples lightly. “Her words can’t touch my screaming slut.” Eva’s breath caught, and she whispered, “Show me.” His mouth found her right nipple again, licked slow, wet circles, and his tongue felt warm against her skin.

My fingers slipped inside, through soft curls, and found a scorching, drenched heat. "Keep going," I breathed, my middle finger sliding through her slick folds, circling her entrance. "Nicholas... Nick... don't... I mean..." But her protest was weak, her body arching into my touch. "Keep talking. Tell me how to make her come." "You can... talk to her... tell her she tastes good, that you love it... mash your tongue onto her clit... pulse it in time with your fingers... keep doing that... just like that... yes..."

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Gemma asked. "Oh, it means a hoe," he said. "Like if you were to spell it on a calculator upside down, like 5318008 upside down spells boobies." You just blinked rapidly, trying to process everything that was spewing out of his mouth. "So you are... peacocking," Gemma said. "To pick up hoes, based on the recommendations of podcasts and a youtube channel?" "Fuck yeah," Eric said. "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."

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