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My voice was shaky as I spoke. I saw her smiling before she finally spoke, I black eyes were shining with something I couldn't quite name. No… the opposite of what I was wanting to hear from her… your writing was loving and powerful. I love your story because I love erotic stories myself and I'd like to talk more about it with you. “So are you free this weekend Come to my place Sunday at eight.” I felt my heartbeat increase is it the test that I don't want her to give me that she wants to give me in her house? Or is it something else? I asked myself.

“Lexi… fuck… your pussy looks so good… I want to fuck that pussy hard with my massive cock, I want you to scream my name and take my cock deeper into that p**n pussy of yours… take my cock, little sis…” Then I bit my lip hard, I was just trying to stay quiet as possible as I can, but the sight of him jerking off to my own sex scenes was too much for me to take now. Then I added a fourth finger into my wet pussy, I was stretching myself wide as I fucked my hand faster. My other hand squeezed my breast roughly, pinching my hard nipple. Juices ran down my wrist and straight onto the carpet. Derek’s strokes grew even more desperate. His hand was a blur on his thick, veined cock. Pre-cum flew fro

Each time they filled me together, a wave of unwanted pleasure crashed through me, building higher and higher. Viktor reached beneath me, finding my swollen clit with practiced fingers. He rubbed tight, firm circles as he fucked me harder. “Come for us,” he commanded, his German accent cutting through the haze. “Show your husband how much you love being our toy tonight.” Russell chuckled darkly. “She will. She always does eventually. My beautiful wife can’t help but cream all over the cocks that use her.” The words pushed me closer to the edge. Elias’s pace grew erratic, his cock swelling inside my ass as he chased his own release. Viktor’s fingers never stopped their relentless teasing on m

he demanded, doubling his finger's speed. My body tensed as the wave of my orgasm built deliciously towards my core. My folds grew more sensitive and my clit throbbed incessantly. “Ro–mmhmm, ahhh,” I cried as my body crashed from the explosive orgasm. My folds spasming and my body trembling occurred at the same time, my core clenching tightly around those fingers. Rocco pulled the plug from my ass hole, spanking me one more time before flipping me over. He snagged a hand around my neck, lust written all over those piercing blue eyes. Spots of sweat appeared on his forehead as he pressed his body against mine, making me feel his hard length pressing against my thighs.

He slower down suddenly, teasing me, deep strokes, grinding against my walls, making me squirm. “Say it!”, he ordered, tightening his grip around my throat. “Please” “Please what?” “Please Mr Tom”. “What do you want?” I groaned, my body shaking desperately. “Please make me cum Mr Tom”. I think that made him snap, he started fucking me hard, ruthless, pounding into me so deeply, I knew I’ll feel him for days. I kept screaming and moaning, shaking, gasping for air, watching myself on the mirror as I beg for his dick and call him sweet things.

Petrov smiled as he replied, "That's good to hear, Tim. An erotic story can be much more descriptive than a p**n scene. Most young boys can't get enough p**n and it's nice when a young man takes the time to read a good erotic story. Which websites do you prefer for your stories?" Tim gasped again as Petrov used two fingers to stimulate his asshole. Petrov wasn't aiming for penetration at the moment, he just wanted the boy aroused enough to keep talking. Finally, the boy admitted to preferring Nifty and Literotica as his go-to erotic stories websites. Petrov knew that Literotica catered to a variety of genres but smiled knowing that Nifty had no heterosexual stories at all, though Nifty did h

I wiped the last of the cum off my cock as I clicked on the box to open our private chat room. I couldn’t type fast enough to tell him how much his stories had turned me on. After I told him I had stroked myself to three climaxes in an hour and a half—more than I had ever been able to do before—he asked me if I would like to experiment with some online sex and masturbate together. I asked him if he was sure that no one else could read what we were doing, and he assured me that in the private chat room no one would mind—it happened all the time.

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."

She licked the sweat from his throat and promised worse. The obsession sharpened in every city. Budapest: sex in the shadowed alley behind the opera house minutes before curtain, his hand over her mouth, strangers twenty feet away. Amsterdam: a midnight canal boat where he bent her over the rail and fucked her while tourists drifted past on another boat, close enough to touch. Barcelona: he tied her spread-eagle to the bedposts with the silk sashes from hotel robes and used a wand on her clit until she was speaking in tongues, then flipped her over and took her ass until she blacked out for three blissful seconds.

The first results were articles with bold headlines: "Damien Cross: The Painter of Desire" "Eroticism in Strokes and Shadows" "The Man Who Turns Skin into Stories" She clicked one. A grainy photograph of a tall man in a black shirt appeared, his face half-turned away from the camera. Dark hair, sharp jawline, eyes that seemed to be staring at something far beyond the frame. He looked… untouchable. Like he belonged to another world. Then she saw his paintings. Her breath caught.