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The slap I wanted to give him this time around didn't escape him; it landed right on his face, perfectly. I stared at the artifact. It was a sculpture of a fragile lady in a worldly bent position, like when your partner is about to serve you from the back. The sculpture's legs were straight; the lady’s back arched in a manner that spelled out a lot: sexual conceit and exploring the satisfaction that comes with being intimate with someone you love. Her hands were spread wide above her head, while her mouth was open in sexual satisfaction. I rolled my eyes at the sculpture before I left the place. And do you know the worst part of all? He named the damn sculpture after me.

I went to my room, another decorated horror and on the bed lay some nightwear , a pair red lingeries, some cuffs, feathers, blind folds and so many nasty things. I just looked at them and scoffed, but I as I said earlier nothing would go to waste. I put on the lingerie and poured myself some more wine and put on some sensual music. Since Nathan wouldn’t touch me, I touched myself most of the time and with the toys around I might just do it anyways.

She came across a couple of teenagers and an old lady, and scanning a few more rows, Aakifahlynn found it, 'Erotic Literature. Aakifahlynn's fingers glided across some titles. She was more focused on what the inside was about, so she read the short summaries. After scanning about eight, the first thing Aakifahlynn came across that she wanted to grab was about passionate, romantic, or sexual relationships intended to arouse similar feelings in readers. She grabbed that one, and moving on to the next, she found one with erotic art illustrating the text. Aakifahlynn had gawked at what she'd seen but took it anyway.

DAMON His hands spread my legs wider, and I can feel his breath on my most intimate parts. I’m already wet, already aching for him. “Look at you,” he groans. “So wet for me already. Did wearing this lingerie turn you on, little wolf? Knowing I’d see you in it?” “Yes,” I whimper. “Good girl.” Then his tongue is on me and I cry out. He licks a long, slow stripe up my center, from my clit to my entrance and back down. Taking his time, savoring me.

The air was so thick with the scent of sex, brimstone, and fertile futa seed that breathing felt like inhaling raw desire. Lilithara stood on the raised stone altar like a dark goddess ready to complete her masterpiece. Her obsidian skin glowed with inner hellfire, crimson horns gleaming, and her massive 14-inch futa cock stood fully erect, the thick knot at the base already swelling in anticipation. Below it, her own demonic pussy dripped molten nectar in slow, teasing trails.

“Please, Maksim. I–“ He licked one slow stripe up and center and her back arched off the bed like she’d been electrocuted. He placed a large hand on her stomach, keeping her in place as he fucked her with his tongue, thrusting in and out of her virgin cunt while his finger rubbed violent circles against her clit. Charlotte was shaking, her legs threatening to close around Maksim’s head. She bucked, not sure whether to run away from his mouth or beg for more. She had never felt this kind of sensation in her life. It was overwhelming but it was the kind that she didn’t want to stop anytime soon. Maksim smiled against her clit at her reaction. She was going to quickly learn that debts in the Br

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.”

The dark spot had spread so much that the thin fabric clung to my swollen pussy lips, outlining every curve. A thin string of slick had started to drip down my inner thigh. "Look at that mess," he murmured, sounding so pleased. "Your innocent pussy is dripping just from reading my fantasy out loud." "Now slide your hand inside your panties, Lana. Touch yourself properly for my eyes only. Rub your clit in slow circles while I watch."

Her fingers, skilled and careful, had traced the spines of volumes on law, history, and war before they closed around a simple, unmarked book of vellum. It was not a history. It was a collection of letters, intimate and raw, written by Alphas to their mates across generations. The words were so visceral, so full of longing and possession, that she found herself whispering them aloud, her voice a soft murmur in the quiet room. “I would have you on your knees before me, not in supplication, but in celebration. I would teach your mouth the shape of my name until you forget all others…” A floorboard creaked behind her

Sadile nodded, her body trembling with anticipation, as she surrendered to the pleasure that awaited her, to the unknown delights that Travis and Jenna promised. The night was young, and she knew that the pleasures that lay ahead would be beyond anything she could have imagined. As Travis's lips met hers once more, Sadile felt herself being drawn into a world of sensation, a world where pleasure reigned supreme, and she was the willing participant, the eager student, ready to learn, ready to explore, ready to surrender to the erotic dance that was about to unfold. The candlelight flickered, casting shadows on the walls, as the three of them moved in a rhythm as old as time, a rhythm that spo