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Vera’s POV. “No way, Sage!” I exclaim into the phone as my friend babbles an incredible story to me. I woke up an hour ago and spent time reading my newest erotic series…the book really cost me a lot but then it’s literally where I get my ideas on how to tempt the man I want. That and also porn. Just last night I paid one thousand dollars for my monthly subscription to a porn site to d******d the recent porn videos. Oh, I ended up watching them. Finger-banging myself as I imagine it’s David. It’s

Destiny Ryder, 28 and virgin, craves her first taste of sin. At Adult Fun Inc., she strips bare, blindfolded, and ready. A stranger’s tongue teases her nipples and licks her dripping wet puss*y, then thrusts deep into her virgin cunt, breaking her virginity open with wild pleasure. Sweaty and free, she’s hooked—but someone’s watching, promising hotter nights ahead. NB: This steamy collection of hot erotic and steamy stories unleashes Destiny’s story and more: sultry tales of lust, tangled bodies, and forbidden thrills.

Arya I don’t know what the female version of freeballing is, but I’m doing that right now on this motorcycle since Dimitri ripped off my thong. It feels like a literal vibrator against my already throbbing clit, and I’m scared that I might just fall into another wave of ecstasy.

I never felt so alive. “Rubel...” his arched brow, waiting for my answer; if not given, I was afraid he would take it back. “Yeah..” I came out of my trance “I know how to get my answer,” He positioned himself before me, and the same cynical smile played on his face. What’s going on in his mind, Before I answered, he licked my dripping juices. My eyes rolled to heaven. I heard women could have multiple orgasms, and no wonder I am experiencing it.

"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.

she whispered. “In our room,” I said. “Now.” We walked back to my room in silence. The moment the door closed, I sat on the edge of the bed. “Strip,” I ordered. She obeyed slowly, removing her clothes until she stood completely naked in front of me. “Sit on the chair,” I said, pointing to the wooden chair across from the bed. She sat down, legs slightly apart. “Touch yourself,” I commanded. “Slowly.” Aria’s hand moved between her legs. Her fingers brushed her clit, then slid lower. She let out a soft moan as she started rubbing herself in gentle circles.

To make the call something we would both savor. I dimmed the lights further and opened a private browser. The site loaded with a familiar pulse of forbidden thrill—videos of couples and more exploring boundaries, bodies entwined in slow, sensual rhythms. I selected one that reminded me of Elias: a man with a similar commanding presence guiding his partner through wave after wave of ecstasy. The woman on screen moaned softly as he teased her with his fingers, drawing out slick sounds that made my thighs press together instinctively.

On the screen, a muscular top was destroying a younger guy’s ass in a brutal doggy-style, the bottom moaning like a cheap slut, begging to be fucked to stupor. Elena was whispering along with him, “Fuck me harder, fuck my hole,” her fingers plunging in and out in perfect rhythm. She came so hard she didn’t even notice me standing in the doorway at first. The second time was even something else. She was on the living room couch, skirt around her waist, no panties, one leg hooked over the armrest. Two hung studs were spit-roasting a eager bottom on our TV — one thick cock slamming down his throat, the other pounding his ass raw.

I searched the internet for help on how to read myself of the curse. The truth found me. I was hungry…not for sex with a man but a specific fantasy that involved three men. I touched myself to videos that played my fantasy, let my mind get creative. It wasn’t until days ago that I found a place in my city. Turns out for a good price, you can live out your fantasies. And now, I was a free woman…ready to walk down the aisle without feeling like a horny wreck. “All done.” the stylist announced. I glanced at my reflection on the vanity mirror..