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He leaned forward smoothly and grabbed my wrist firmly, and without warning, he pulled me down onto his lap in one swift motion. A soft gasp escaped my lips at the sudden movement, my body jolting as I struggled to steady myself. Then his voice suddenly came out in broken, incoherent sounds, while his eyes remained fixed on my chest: “Now sit on this cock and ride it until I cum hard inside of you.” As if I was under a spell, I slowly lifted myself and positioned my body properly on top of him. But just as I was about to let his cock slide into my dripping entrance, he suddenly grabbed my waist and stopped me mid-act.

He looked up slowly, letting his storm-gray eyes drag over my body like a physical caress. “Lock the door,” he said quietly and my fingers trembled with excitement as I turned the lock. Adrian stood and rounded the desk, stopping just inches away. The scent of black coffee and warm male skin filled my senses. “You look sexy” he drawed with his gaze lingering on the swell of my breasts and the hem of my short skirt. “Good girl.” Good girl Aughhh those two words made my clit throb. He has no idea how those two words messes with my restraint.

Introduction: In the hot, hazy summer of a small town, an eighteen-year-old nerd accidentally enters a forbidden world of desire that will change his life forever. He is stuck in a house full of tension and unspoken anger, and he can't stop thinking about the one woman he shouldn't want—his beautiful, curvy mother. When a heated argument starts a fire of raw, wild desire, their relationship turns into a secret dance of seduction and surrender. In the back of a minivan, where they can steal glances and whisper secrets, they cross a line that ties them together in a web of forbidden love. This is a story about love, guilt, and the thrilling thrill of giving in to what is wrong. Every touch is

He kissed me slowly, tenderly, while his hands caressed my breasts, which had already become more sensitive. “You’re carrying our child,” he murmured against my lips. “And tonight, we’re going to worship you.” Ethan kissed my neck from behind, his hands gently rubbing my belly. They undressed me with care, but their hunger was obvious. Vincent went down on me first — his tongue slow and gentle on my swollen clit, licking me with long, sensual strokes. I moaned loudly, my fingers in his hair. Ethan sucked on my breasts, teasing my sensitive nipples with his tongue.

I let them, I surrender to this wave of desire that overwhelms me, and together, we plunge into a sensual, bewitching dance, where each movement is a promise, each sigh a prayer. Then, sleep takes me again, sweet and soothing, but it's short-lived. The second time, it's a kiss, deep and possessive, that wakes me. I feel their lips on mine, their bodies pressed against me, and an intense heat floods me. They don't give me time to think, to resist. They know what they want, and I want it too. Their hands explore, their mouths devour, and I lose myself in this whirlwind of sensations, of pleasures, of desires. I cry out their names, a plea, a prayer, and they respond with murmurs, promises, wor

BEFORE YOU READ Nobody is coming to save you. Themes: Forced Proximity, Snowed In, Size Difference, Breeding Kink. This story features a possessive, reclusive hero who hasn't seen a woman in years. Expect primal play, rough sex, and intense possessiveness. (***) Gabrielle

She tempted him even more. She approached the pole and glued her throbbing jewel between her thighs. She didn't know, but it seemed like that part was starting to get wet while she was doing what she was doing. She held on to the pole and rubbed herself, especially the lower body on the cold pole. It's like she's having sex there. The man scooped up all the contents of the glass and placed it on the table next to him. One of his fingers was already on his lip and he was holding it while staring at what she was doing. She suddenly turned around and rubbed her legs up to both thighs.

This story deals with themes of hardcore BDSM and humiliation. Skip this story if you can't handle the heat. (Big Butt Plug : A lesbian BDSM Story - Part 2) "This is where you start learning, baby." I murmur. I pressed the tip of the plug against her asshole, gently circling it. Tory whimpered, her breath fogging the glass. I could feel her body trembling beneath me. My free hand grazed her lower back, tracing down to the curve of her ass. She flinched when I pushed the plug in slowly, working it past the tight ring of muscle.

He removed his mouth to speak to his brother. "Suck that pussy, Kill," Sin encouraged, his breath hot on my asshole. "Taste how much she wants us." Then he went to feast on my taboo hole again. I was losing my mind. The sensation of Killian's tongue in my pussy while Sin had his tongue circling the groove of my ass, plus his hands on my breasts, was too much. I felt my climax building, a tidal wave of heat rushing to my center. "I'm gonna cum! Please! Don't stop!" I begged.

And I wanted to be punished: Perhaps that, more than anything else. I began reading erotic BDSM stories. For a while this seemed to be enough. It allowed me to escape my life, if only for short periods of time. Erotic BDSM stories were challenging to find in my small town and soon found myself searching sites on the internet. This opened up a whole new world: Before I knew it, I was placing ads on personals sites, trying to make my dream a reality. Initially the responses were just crude. Even the ones I decided to contact, seemed a little beyond what I was looking for: Cruel men, perhaps dangerous too. Finally I received a response from Tony.