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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.

My orgasm crashed over me like a tidal wave, and my body shook uncontrollably as waves of ecstasy rolled through me. I felt every ounce of tension release, the pleasure consuming me as I surrendered completely to the moment, lost in the bliss of it all. It was unlike anything I’d ever experienced before, a culmination of all the desires that had built up, and I couldn’t help but cry out, my voice muffled in the sheets as I let go entirely.

I tried to beg, the quivering of my legs getting harder, as did my attempts to close them. “Be a good doll and come for me again,” he commanded, and my body had no other choice but to obey his command.I came, and the sensation rocked my world.I couldn’t anymore. And when I thought that, I felt a finger pushing inside me, and starting to move.“P-p-pleas-s-s-” I tried saying, but my mouth was too busy taking in air to let me speak.My whole body shook as I felt another finger slide inside.“Oh, puppy, the fun is just starting.” He curled his fingers inside of me, and all that was left of me were pieces. I was flying in the air, among the stars, and having an extraterrestrial experience.Weird sou

Melissa’s heart pounded as she stepped into the dimly lit warehouse in Victoria Island. The underground kink party was invitation-only, and she had spent weeks working up the courage to come. At twenty-six, she was tired of boring boyfriends who fucked like they were scared to break her. She wanted more. She wanted to be used. Owned.

It was a cold, dreary evening as I stepped through the heavy wooden doors, the ominous creak echoing through the cavernous chamber. The air hung heavy with the musky scent of leather, sweat, and something more primal. I had arrived at The Dungeon of Desires, a clandestine BDSM club hidden away in the heart of the city, where only the most depraved and perverse souls dared to tread.

I look at Polly. "Go ahead and see what you can find," I squeeze Liam's hand. Polly closes her eyes and starts chanting. I feel warm all over and look at Liam. His eyes are wide as he stares at me. "It's strange, but I can feel what you're feeling, almost as though I'm absorbing it from where you're touching me." He says softly. When Polly stops chanting, we both turn toward her. "What did you find?" I ask her anxiously. "He's one of the rarest beings of all. He's a caladrius." She says, looking at Liam.

“Now what are we to do with her?” “Anything, my dear Clara.” replied Narissa. “Anything at all. We can bring different men to fuck her everyday until her pussy shies away from cocks.” “Good idea.” “I know, right, Loretta?” “Or we could turn your into our very own Onlyfans star. Make money from videos and pictures we sell of you.” “N-no, please.” “What do you say, Renee?” Narissa asked the woman who had been sitting on the bed the whole while. “What makes her so special that our husbands want to die because of her?”

The silence made my thighs clench. "What kind of dreams?" he asked, still calm. "I shouldn't say." "You came here to let it out," he answered simply. I held in my breathing. "They're... sexual. I wake up soaked. Aching. And ashamed." "Go on." I let my head rest against the wooden panel behind me. My eyes closed. "He touches me in ways no one ever has. And I let him. I want it. God, I want it so bad." The words spilled out, broken and messy. "Sometimes it's in public. Sometimes I'm tied down. Sometimes he just whispers in my ear and I'm already falling apart. I wake up wet, panting, and I can't stop thinking about it for days."

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Every moment with them left me feeling a little more helpless, a little more captivated. I noticed I hadn't felt Devon's hand on me. I looked sideways and saw him sitting on the couch, completely naked, stroking his cock while spitting into his palm. His cock was longer than everyone else's and slightly different. It was curved and a little thicker, and the sight made me swallow hard.