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In such close proximity, the scent of sweat running down the hollow of Ben's neck tempted Maureen to linger there. Of course she didn't. Maureen could still refrain from acting like a bitch in front of a man who didn't know much about her. "It's not the scene you need to highlight, but the story pattern they use," Ben explained, "Almost all local eroticism stories have similar bed scenes." Maybe it's the similar reading material. Sometimes there are advertisements for fictional stories that can be read online if you use a free mobile app, and most of them have the same crotch story.

She sucked me deep, her throat working as she took as much as she could, the wet, sliding sounds filling the quiet office. The way her lips gripped me, the friction of her tongue—it was a sensory overload that made the very air in the room feel like it was vibrating. I watched her, the way her cheeks hollowed, the way she seemed to worship every inch of me with a hunger that matched my own. She was a natural, a complete slut for the sensation, and it was driving me over the edge. Every time she looked up, her gaze was a challenge, a silent demand for me to stop being the authority figure and start being the animal she craved.

“Okay. So how do I even start?” “Like any other conversation. Start slow. Let it simmer. You don’t go straight for the clit, right? You tease, you build it up. Do the same here. You could start with the classic ‘what are you wearing’ line, but if you want something that really works… tell a story.” “Story?” she echoed. “You mean, like, read erotica?” “No, I mean tell him something from your life. Something hot, or something that could have been hot if it’d gone just a little further. Something real—then spice it up. Let your imagination play with the memory.”

on his lips, sweet and intoxicating. She deepened the kiss, her tongue exploring his mouth, tasting him, teasing him. She reached down, her fingers finding the cock ring, and slowly, deliberately, she loosened it. The sub gasped, his body convulsing as the blood rushed back to his cock, his orgasm building, his body coiling tight. "Cum for me, my pet," Domica commanded, her voice a low, dangerous purr. "Cum for me now." And he did, his body convulsing as he spilled his seed, his cries of pleasure echoing in the room. Domica watched, a satisfied smile playing on her lips, her body sated and content. She reached down, her fingers tracing the line of his spine, feeling his body tremble beneath

Submission Intro- This is a lesbian erotical, a dominant at heart goes all submissive on her partner. Roxy's P.O.V. Her hands caught my shoulders, pinning me and holding my body taut. She moved her arms down the length of my body, getting reacquainted with my curves.

Then I opened my legs wider for him, resisting the overwhelming urge to close them and hide. The cool air against my wet folds made me shiver. “Touch yourself,” he ordered, voice low and rough. My face burned with humiliation, but I obeyed again. My fingers moved between my folds, smearing my abundant juices around my already swollen clit. The wet sound was embarrassingly loud in the quiet room. I closed my eyes tightly, unable to bear the intensity of his stare. “Open your eyes,” he snapped. “And do not hide your moans.” I forced my eyes open, releasing my bitten lip. Soft, embarrassed whimpers escaped me as I circled my clit faster. My hips began to rock against my hand without permission.

Two thick fingers pushed into me, stretching me open as he curled them against that sensitive spot. He worked me steadily, sucking and fingering me until my thighs were trembling roughly around his head. Every time I approached the edge he slowed down, making me desperate for more. I begged louder, my voice breaking with each plea. Finally, he freed my wrist and removed the blindfold. “On your knees.” I slid off the bed and onto the floor, kneeling before him. I looked at him, my eyes wide with submission. “Please let me suck your cock, Professor. I want to please you.”

He took a second to savor the clean, damp scent of her hair, the feel of her breasts against his, and her 'little girl' clutching him to her lower abdomen. “The first thing you should know,” he said softly against her hair, “submission is a request, and if necessary, coercion.” He ran a hand down her back, past the curve of her bottom until he reached her slightly parted lips on her 'little girl'. She gasped and stiffened in his arms. “And even if I torment you, I always find a way to make you feel great.” He gently rubbed her, coaxing her mysterious place to swell under his fingers. "Right?" She nodded, but hugged him tighter. “Do you believe me?” She shook her head. Eric sighed. "I guess y

The fact is I had to take my chance and tell him. So I explained everything to him. I told him what my marriage was like, and what I was craving during that time. I told him about finally realizing that I was a submissive, and I wanted to find someone to give myself to. I told him EVERYTHING. We sat in silence for a few minutes. I went to stand up, and walk away because I felt so much shame in having this desire. He grabbed my arm, and pulled me right next to him so our bodies were touching. "Sami, listen to me. I've been in the lifestyle for 25 years. I understand your need to submit. I get it. I need to dominate as well. I have known you for many years. The stories your

I snap. “Anyone else?” “No, sir.” The two men exchange looks. Thirst Trap nods. “Good girl. You get another reward.” A sigh of relief escapes me as Thirst Trap resumes his position behind me and continues getting me off with his hand. His skin against mine makes the experience so much better. Within no time, the pressure builds again, even stronger this time, and my inner muscles start to tighten. My legs start to shake, and First Guy tightens his hand around my throat, making me feel like I’m floating. Rhythmic contractions of my core muscles follow as I hit an explosive climax.