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The free swing of her breasts added extra zest to her state of excitement— especially when Dina took a moment to play with them, making her nipples spark with want. Lorraine lay down with her knees up, her feet planted on the vinyl cushion, and her clitty on fire. A heartbeat later, Dr. Melling’s erogenous ass hovered above her face. She clasped the divine, sensitive cheeks, and pulled Dina into a sitting position. She felt the sizzle between her own legs as she began to lick the sweet furrow— Dina’s perfectly poised slit. Her ears went erect when she heard a sigh as crisp as the abandoned notebook: the

I’d spent the majority of my sexual maturity fantasizing over other women – when I first discovered how to bring myself to orgasm at a young age, it was from reading erotic stories about heaving breasts, hard nipples and streaming cunts. All my sexual experiences up till now had been with men, and they were great – I love men and don’t think that anything could replace the feeling of being fucked hard by a man with a big hard erection for you. Just because I wanted to experience a woman didn’t mean I was a lesbian. Maybe it just means I’m a horny slut?

My mouth parted breathlessly as images of Cyrus licking the area around my under boobs to my armpit stroked my mind. Perhaps Liam would take me from behind next time the Alphas would see me. He would slowly cupped my boobs while he stroked in and out of me. What about Ethan? I loved the way he forcefully plunged my mouth with his hungry lips. But above all, Liam had made me feel more like a woman. "She's in here." The voice was almost faint. I snapped my eyes open, jerking my head to the window. Nothing. Maybe my mind was beginning to project voices in my head. I clamped my eyes shut hoping to resume the salivating thoughts of dicks drumming into me.

Cristina's POV. "Ahhh, Mmmm." A loud gasp came from the other side of the door, followed by rasped heavy breathing. That was exactly what I needed. Heat bloomed low in my core as I shoved the door open. The scene before me was like something out of my wildest fantasies and my nipples hardened under the tight leather gown I'd thrown on. In a corner was a woman, her legs spread far apart. One man pumped his fingers in and out of her wet cunt, making her quiver beneath him while another guy fucked her throat hard, slamming against her again and again as his groans escaped his mouth.

Definitely not trying to seduce just the steam sticking to the mirror, the accidental press of bodies in the tight space, the forbidden pull of best friend's brother coming into my house. His eyes went down to my lips, which were open in a gasp, and then down to the very quick breathing of my chest, the nipples of my breasts through the fabric being stretched. "Lila..." His voice roughened, free hand twitching at his side, fighting the pull. Mine mirrored, rising to his chest to push? Or steady? The touch lingered, feeling his heart thunder under my palm. The seduction bloomed unintentional: humidity making my skin glow, his drunk haze blurring lines, our the steam.

This is a lesbian erotica story, enjoy! “Bang!” I jump, looking behind me. My best friend, Joanna, eyes me as I stare at myself in the mirror, flipping her hair over her face. She smiles, “You do realise it’s my wedding night, right?” I turn swiftly, my hand resting on my hips as I glare at her. “And what’s that supposed to mean?” She laughs, quenching my anger instantly. “Meaning why don’t you come help me with my hair instead of primping yourself for Jimmy.”

As a result, I was spending more and more time online reading erotic stories and looking at various websites. The sites I like most feature amateur and voyeur photos. There's just something about "the girl next door" that really gets me going. I'd much rather look at a real woman than some airbrushed, so-called "ideal." The idea that regular women are generous enough to take their clothes off so I can admire their beautiful bodies is an incredible turn-on for me. Unfortunately, Linda, my wife, doesn't always share my enthusiasm for surfing the web for p**n. Consequently, I have to sneak my viewing.

In the next series, it will be an explosive and infuriatingly hardcore Gay short erotica stories compilation where filthy boys and dangerously hungry men chasing the very thing they shouldn’t crave. They just want to be ruined, reshaped and overly pleased because their bodies bleed and burn with an obsession that runs deeper for any cure, except one. High voltage desires to have their tight cracks shed apart, rimmed with sizes they never imagined exist and their girths straining, covered with slick. You’ll be left glancing through the pages in the most hidden corner of the world where no one would see you squirming. If you will be reading with a partner, fair warning: you’ll either test thei

Let him see. Marcus’s jaw tightened. His hands gripped the arms of his chair like he was fighting gravity. They kept talking. About her copywriting years — writing other people’s words until she forgot her own. About how he’d drifted into papers and lectures instead of stories. The words got heavier. More honest. Every truth pulled something tighter in her chest. Her calf was still pressed against his leg. Neither of them had moved it. The heat from his body seeped through his pants and made her ache.

Proceed only if you consent to dark, unrestrained erotic fiction ---- My name is Vespera Eric, and I have spent every one of my twenty-one years knowing exactly how this night would end. I wasn’t supposed to be an omega. Or at least, that’s what the elders whispered when I presented as one last spring. My scent was said to be as sweet as night- blooming jasmine and warm honey. It was the kind that made every unmated alpha stop in their tracks and every other omega despite me Before that I was just Vespera, the quiet beta girl who helped her mother tend the herb gardens. Basically I was a nobody before last spring. However I was untouched. Completely. No boy had ever kissed me. No fingers but