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Ryder wasn't just using his tongue, he was conducting a symphony of filth against her nerve endings. They were buried deep under the thick, weighted duvet, a private cavern that smelled of sweat, salt, and the heavy, metallic musk of her own relentless arousal. The heat was stifling, the oxygen thin, but Ruth-Ann didn't care. She felt like a goddess atop a throne of sin, her body vibrating with a raw, electric hunger that five hours of climaxing hadn't even begun to sate.

His growl is loud. His hands pull me up. His body pins me against the wall as his hands lift me up, my legs wrapping around him. His hips thrust as his cock pushes inside me again, my body shaking from the pleasure, the wetness becoming more and more noticeable. “I want my pussy to squirt.” His growl is making me weak. His hips move faster and his hand places a toy against my clit, the vibrations making me scream. “Hold it.”

She added two fingers and slid them inside slowly. She curled them upward, stroking that sensitive spot while her tongue kept flicking the clit. Elise’s thighs trembled. “Daphne… oh god…” A plate clattered in the sink down the hall. Elise bit her lip to stay quiet but Daphne wasn't ready to stop anytime soon. She thrust her fingers deeper and faster. Her tongue sucked harder. Elise’s breathing turned ragged as her hips jerked. She came with a muffled groan. Her thighs clamped around Daphne’s head. Her body pulsed around Daphne’s fingers in long, strong waves.

They were both impressed that I have already published a half dozen books that have been fairly successful. “I love the Erotic Wizard book you wrote,” Fiona purred. It amazed me that she had already read one of my books. “I get aroused every time I think about those steamy sex scenes you described,” she announced openly. There was a short silence that followed and Franny was grinning broadly when I glanced over at her.

These feelings I pushed down. I reached for the Lussuria Clausa in my bag. A book of spells to suppress erotic dreams, seal the gates of pleasure and protect the body from unwanted spiritual intrusion through sexual channels. Just as I opened the first page…. “Liliane Ravanel with the Lussuria Clausa? Wonders shall never cease,” I heard. I turned to find Adrien watching me over my shoulder. “Are you crazy? Can’t you see I need privacy?” I asked, anger coursing through me. I fucking hate Adrien.

"Your wife becoming your sex slave, do you expect this to become permanent or is this a temporary thing?" "I doubt it will become permanent. She likes to read erotic books and I offered to allow her to experience the things she reads about in her books for three weeks to see if the reality was similar to her imagination." "What kinds of books?" "Reverse harem, women captured and sold as slaves, that kind of thing." "She's aroused by these?" "Yes, it's why I've offered her the experience."

Each thrust brought me deeper inside her, and each time, her head tilted back in a symphony of moans. Her body undulated against mine, her movements urging me on. Our eyes met, and the shared intimacy heightened the pleasure coursing through us. My breathing quickened as the tension built. I fought to prolong the moment, but Amber whispered, "Let it happen... I want to watch you cum. After that, I’ll need you to make me cum." Smiling at her, I surrendered to the inevitable. My movements became more urgent, each thrust pushing me closer to the edge. Her soft, tight walls stroked me, sending sparks through my body. "Amber," I groaned, my voice trembling, "I love you so much..."

I was showered with offers for dates, but none of them gave me that tingle in my pussy that Eric next door did. I went to a seedy bookshop in the "wrong" part of town and bought a couple of erotic novels. I chose ones that were about husbands having affairs with younger women. As I read them in bed late at night I let my fingers play with my tits and my pussy and I brought myself to my very first orgasm. It was a wonderful discovery, but nothing like what the books described. I knew I needed a cock for that and the only cock I wanted sat between Eric Conner's legs.

she whispered. I added a second finger and began to move them in a slow, steady rhythm, curling slightly to find the spot that made her hips jerk. My thumb stayed on her clit, rubbing in small circles. Elena’s hands braced on my shoulders. She rode my fingers with increasing urgency, her breasts moving with each shallow thrust of her hips. Soft wet sounds filled the quiet room. I leaned forward and took one nipple back into my mouth, sucking harder now, matching the pace of my hand.

⚠️ MATURE AUDIENCE ADVISORY This book contains explicit sexual content, graphic language, and themes intended for mature readers only. By proceeding, you acknowledge that you are 18 years of age or older. Reader discretion is strongly advised. *********** Unlock the door to your darkest fantasies and prepare to lose control. Illicit Affair is an erotic journey where the rules don't apply and inhibition is left at the threshold. From stolen glances in crowded rooms to the slow, agonizing burn of secret encounters, these stories are crafted to push every boundary and satisfy your deepest, most primal cravings.