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" She laughs, low, and leads me inside, her hips swaying just enough to catch my eye. I clench my fists, forcing myself to look at the city skyline twinkling outside the windows. We sit, the table a fragile barrier between us, plates of asparagus and roasted lamb steaming in the candlelight. The wine is robust, a deep red that stains her lips when she drinks. "So, AURORA PRESS," she says, leaning forward, her blouse dipping to show a hint of cleavage. "Erotica and literary fiction. Brave choice, Victor." Her tone is inquiring, but her eyes have a spark, a challenge. I nod, my throat tight. "I think I'm done with just Philosophy and lecture halls. I should start aiming to print erotic stories

I told her I had worked on some erotic stories this weekend and asked her if she wanted to read them. She sent a quick response and said, sure. So I sent them over to her and waited. She responded, "you certainly have a knack for storytelling, detailed, personalized, and hot!!" At that point, I knew she must have enjoyed the stories. I walked into her office and closed the door. No one else was scheduled to be in the office on Monday, which was a bonus for us. When I closed the door, she looked me in the eyes and said, "I'm so wet from reading your stories."

I myself, by this time, was rock hard. I have a very active libido, and if I'm not in a relationship, I often have to look after myself at night. I hate pornography. I find it crude, unerotic, and frankly a turn-off, but I do love reading erotic stories, especially written by women. I think this has made me a better lover as I understand what many women love most.

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.

“Tell me how lunch felt. With her sitting right there.” Shame twisted in my chest, sharp and sweet. “Humiliating,” I whispered. “I could barely speak. Every time you touched me I thought she’d notice.” “But you stayed wet the whole time.” It wasn’t a question. His fingers dipped lower, parting my folds and finding the evidence. He circled my clit slowly, teasing. “You came so close at the table, didn’t you? Clenching around nothing while Victoria talked about her perfect day.” I nodded, breath hitching as he slid one thick finger inside me.

Seeing she was interested, Antonio told her some of the intimate things the woman in submission could be forced to do. Then he said wistfully. "All the husbands claim there's no arousal like the one you get from watching your own wife in an erotic feminine confrontation with another woman." Smiling hopefully, he said. "It's very secretive, intimate and private. No outsiders are ever allowed. It's just what it's meant to be—a little intimate secret erotic club. "Honey... ," Molly said, smiling up into his handsome face. "I have a little secret to confide to you also," She giggled, "it's kind of embarrassing."

I was so wet, so soaking wet down there. As my fingers glided all over my pussy, I could hear the erotic noise my pussy lips made as I rubbed them together; as they came in contact, the squelching sounds of my pussy lips sounded so fucking sexy, the feeling was intense, it felt so good, the sensation was too much, it was mind-blowing.

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 could feel the sweat beginning to pool in the small of my back, the air in the office becoming thick and humid with our combined heat. "Yes! Oh god, Professor, harder!" I wailed, my voice cracking, losing all its composure. I could feel his chest pressing into my back, his breath hot against my ear, and I knew I was gone. I wasn't the group leader or the top student anymore. I was just a woman being broken open by the only man who could do it. When he found my clit, grinding his hand against me while he kept up that punishing pace, I felt the world start to crumble. The pressure was too much, a perfect storm of internal and external friction that pushed me right to the edge. I was sobbing