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My voice was shaky. Renata's lips curved into a smile, her brown eyes shining with something I couldn't quite name. "No, the opposite. Your writing is... powerful. Brave. I love erotic books myself, and I'd like to talk more about it. Are you free this weekend? Come to my place Saturday at seven." My heart hammered. Was this a test? A trick? Or something else? "Sure," I managed, my voice catching. She gave me a slip of paper with her address. Her fingers brushed mine, sending a spark through my skin.

Antonio’s kiss on her neck lingered, and the hands he wrapped around her waist seemed to be there even without his presence. “What am I suddenly…feeling this way….”. She opened her eyes and exhaled hotly. She could feel the wetness overflowing and her clits drumming and kicking for a touch. “Not now, this…this…is bad…should I?” She sat up and looked down. “I have to keep myself busy and my mind away from any erotic thoughts”. She walked to her small bookshelf and found a novel by a talented writer, CAROLUCHY. Unfortunately, it was an erotica novel. Doris gave it to her as a birthday gift years ago, and she never opened it, the deceit there is the title didn’t hint on the nature of the novel.

I supposed reading probably wasn’t an interest of hers. My fingers stopped on the spine of a black book with silver lettering stamped into the spine. Mysteries of Vampires, Werewolves and Humans, it read. I considered it for a moment before sliding it out of the shelf. Was it a journal? A scientific or historical text? I took a seat on the sofa and began to read, quickly snapping the book shut when I read the explicit words on the pages and felt the heat crawl up my face.

We use it for bondage now. MAD GHOSTS OF LuST 295 He fucked me harder and harder. The pain biting my nipples soared, leveled out and soared again whenever he knocked or twisted the clamps. He dug his fingers into my blood-suffused flesh. Colors bloomed behind my eyelids and when I was there, the colors were my world. Flickering clutches of coming pulled me into myself and flung me out. Inside and outside, all at the same time. Ecstasy escapes description; it’s like trying to package steam.

My library professor whose deep commanding voice made my thighs clench during lectures. The man I’d fantasized about bending me over these very tables and fucking me senseless until I can’t remember my name. I opened the book, and the dedication page read: For those who crave quiet darkness.” My breath hitched. I flipped to the next page and started reading. “She knelt before him in the silence of stacks, skirts pushed high, panties already soaked. “Read it out,” He ordered. “Every filthy word, while I taste how wet you’ve become for me.”

CHAPTER 3 My whole body was shaking like I had been struck by lightning. That deep claiming kiss still burned on my lips. Elena’s fingers stayed buried knuckle-deep inside my soaked pussy. They curled and stroked that perfect spot that turned my brain into static. Her hot breath ghosted over my ear with that filthy warning about Dad snoring upstairs. Shame and raw need twisted viciously in my gut. How the hell had I let this happen? How had the woman I had spent months silently cursing turned me into this trembling mess with my shorts around my thighs and my own arousal dripping down my legs like some desperate slut who could not walk away?

Today was going to be a good day, I was going to meet Janice my ex-neighbour for sex and because she was a breeder, she would fuck me without asking me why. It had started a month ago when a strange man had approached me explained that Janice was the once in a thousand years wolf called STEALER! A type of werewolf that can actually fuck with any body without mates or not.

he said. I obeyed, moving slower this time, hyper-aware of how his presence filled the space. His scent — dark pine, warm musk, and something wild — wrapped around me until I felt dizzy and aching. By the time I finished the second round, my nipples were tight against my dress and heat throbbed low in my belly. “You may leave,” he finally said, but not before I caught him inhaling deeply, as if drinking me in. The pattern continued. He requested me for the smallest tasks — bringing wine, adjusting curtains, delivering messages. Each time we were alone, the air grew thicker. Each time our hands nearly touched or his voice dropped lower, my body betrayed me with fresh wetness and trembling leg

His hands slid down her body, his touch firm and confident, as he guided her to the edge of the couch. Sadile felt a thrill of excitement as she realized what was about to happen, her body responding to the anticipation with a hunger that surprised even her. The room was filled with the sounds of their breathing, heavy and ragged, as Travis positioned himself before her, his eyes locked on hers with an intensity that made her heart flutter. She was dimly aware of Jenna moving closer, her presence adding a layer of eroticism to the already charged scene.

but instead she rubbed her gigantic tits on his face, and stroked his cock at the same time. She created perfect sensual friction that caused Light to close his eyes, stand still, and let himself be pleasantly tortured. Lexi inhaled as much sexual energy as she could from Light from this action. Many centuries of practice had enlightened her on the fact that this was the quickest method to make a straight man cum. The sexual energy emanated from humans produces testosterone in Sex Demons. That was why Lexi and her husbands preferred to consume the sexual energies of attractive and freaky humans only. Where can you find those? Of course, on the dark web.