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"Alone at Last" TRIGGER WARNING: THIS BOOK IS STRICTLY EROTICA. IT CONTAINS HIGHLY GRAPHIC SEXUAL CONTENT AND IS INTENDED FOR ADULT AUDIENCES ONLY (18+). DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 OR SENSITIVE TO MATURE, EXPLICIT THEMES. " Xavier's POV " For months she had been my obsession.

Her voice was very erotic and I could feel my legs getting lighter just from her first sentence. To feel your body, take your time and use your fingers to trail from your chest to your abdomen and then to your honey pot. Get your body in the mood to fuck itself. Shut your eyes very tight and imagine your body stimulating itself. Speak sexy things, talk dirty too to it and let it consummate. I did exactly as I was told by laying on the bed and spreading my legs slightly ajar, using my hands to fumble my boobs and nipple before stretching out to my abdomen, and cuddling my soft stomach.

“This.” I leaned in for a closer look, my curiosity growing. “What is this?” I asked, narrowing my eyes. “It’s a vibrator. It takes me places and makes me feel so good down there. I can’t control the urge anymore.” Her confession escaped in a trembling voice as her hand slowly settled on my lap. A smirk tugged at the corner of my lips. “What does this really do? Why don’t you get a real cock so you can feel really good?” I challenged, my gaze never leaving hers.

“If it isn’t little Lia the nerd. Come to watch the show?” “I—I’m sorry,” she stammered, clutching her books tighter. Her nipples hardened against her bra. “I didn’t mean to—” “But you’re not leaving.” He turned fully toward her now, cock still in hand, bold and unashamed. A bead of precum glistened at the slit. “You like what you see, don’t you?” Lia’s mouth went dry. Her pussy throbbed. She had touched herself hundreds of times thinking of him, but this was real.

“Only that your satisfaction is guaranteed. Multiple skilled operatives will attend to every unmet desire. No limits on duration or intensity, provided you do not use your safe word—‘mercy’—which will end everything immediately.” I paced the room, heart racing. This was madness. I was a married woman. A respectable woman. Yet the ache between my legs, the years of faked pleasure, the emptiness… they screamed louder than reason. “Now, the price,” he continued, tone still formal. “For this inaugural full-service session: seventy-five thousand dollars($75k). Paid in cryptocurrency to an untraceable account before the team arrives. Subsequent sessions can be negotiated.” 75k?!!!

Sean grunted, undergoing what he was giving. I knelt down before my friend and employee. Essentially, her cunt was a clamshell, though Rhonda had left her flowered and liquid, six orgasms in. Her clit was stiff, peeking out of her folds. I slid two fingers inside her pouting pussy, finding her g-spot before my tongue slithered over her clit. Shasta gasped and shivered into another orgasm, her sheath tightening over my fingers in quick spasms of pleasure. Her eyes closed. She tasted delightful. I was able to give her six more orgasms before the timer went off. She opened her eyes, looking at her slave, pumping frantically into Lisa as Rhonda rocked into him. Then she looked at me, her eyes sm

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.

Pressing his tip against my entrance, he pushed his cock forward just enough to stretch me, the ache was delicious and maddening. Then he pulled away, leaving me gasping for more. They alternated, one teasing my pussy, the other rubbing against my clit or ass and always stopping at the brink. My juices coated their cocks as the room filled with the wet sounds of my denial. I was trembling, my orgasm built and receded like a tide. Gerald's fingers found my clit, circling it fast while the coordinator's cock pressed against my asshole, teasing the tight ring. My body convulsed, a dry orgasm ripping through me without penetration. I collapsed onto the bed, shaking. Gerald and the coordinator bo

JULIA When I woke up, Lisa was still sleeping. I pulled out the list Janet gave me and looked it over more closely. Electro stimulation, hot wax, figging. What the hell was figging? Janet had done a lot more research than I'd done before deciding to become a sex slave. I didn't recognize half the stuff on her list. Some of the stuff we'd already done. Erotic spanking, stripping her nude, collaring her. Some humiliation, making her masturbate while I was on the phone with Chen, then telling him what she was doing. Light bondage and blindfolds, check. Sexual denial check. She hadn't texted me last night to say she'd cum and she was masturbating every hour she was awake. Nyotaimori, I had no cl

“Although the erotic scenes are beautifully written, the plot is hella boring.” Theo let out a deep chuckle, leaning back on the couch. “Finally, someone that gets it. I mean, it has so much potential to be a blast, right?” “Exactly,” Nico continued to flip through the book. “Sex is cool and all but it’s boring when it happens without any plot. You know what I mean?” Theo scoffed. “You mean like these p**n videos that just get into the whole thing without any prior action.” Nico watched him quietly, the corners of his lips tilted up in a small smile. “You sound like you know your game.”