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I imagined them gripping my thighs, spreading me open, sliding up my body to squeeze my breasts. My breathing grew ragged. I pushed a third finger inside my dripping pussy, fucking myself harder as the fantasy took over. I pictured Calvin shirtless...those toned abs, the deep V-lines disappearing into his shorts, the way his muscles flexed when he moved. So young. So virile. So hard. A whimper escaped me as I rubbed my clit with my thumb, my fingers thrusting faster, wet sounds filling the quiet bedroom. I imagined him standing behind me right now, his hard body pressed against my back, his thick cock rubbing against my ass while his hand replaced mine between my legs.

I’m a disgusting, filthy whore. For years, I’ve hidden the darkest fantasies that consume me every single night. Gangbangs. Being used by multiple men at once. Rough, degrading, cum-soaked, no-limits sex where I’m nothing but a set of warm holes for them to destroy. I dream about being passed around, choked, slapped, filled in every hole until cum is leaking from my pussy, ass, and mouth. I touch myself thinking about it constantly — three, four, five cocks at the same time, stretching me, using me, breeding me like a cheap slut.

I cursed myself for entertaining such treacherous thoughts, but they persisted, flooding my mind with unwanted visions. I imagined the gentle brush of his fingertips, the soft caress of his lips, and the shiver-inducing sensation of his mouth on mine. My mind's eye conjured images of myself beneath him, arching in ecstasy as he awakened sensations I'd never known. The Darkness within me reveled in these depraved fantasies, refusing to relinquish its hold on my imagination.

I say. Then adding, “the dream ability allows me to see and infiltrate dreams and discern an individual’s fantasies. Like now, with you. You want to kiss me more but fear that I will go too far. You want me but fear me so picture tying me up and riding my cock, but you also want to watch Raff take me from behind while you caress his body, but you don’t want his silvery seed to be ruined by my ass so picture it spraying over my back or abdomen where you can lick it up. You consider whether spanking me would be a reward or punishment and get hot, picturing a riding crop when I mention it. Am I right?” “You aren’t wrong,” She whispers.

His other friend without warning slams into me from behind and I scream in pleasure. “Ngggggggggh, shit fuuuuuuuuuuuck, yes keep going, fuck me just like that. Yes… yes… oh yes” the guy from behind continues to fuck me senseless as I tug at my breast and watch in daze as Rosa pleasures herself with a vibrator. This scene is so crazy, I had only seen it in p**n sites who would have thought my fantasies would be brought to life just a few days before my wedding. While we share two men that drive into us hard and fast against the headboard of our bed, Rosa and I kiss and touch ourselves in the most erotic ways ever and my body is fucking sensitive against her touch.

I almost laughed, but I bit it back, Instead, I leaned even closer, my lips nearly brushing the screen. "But Father, it's so hard. These fantasies... they get worse every time. I dream about him pinning me down, fucking me hard and wild, his dick slamming into my womb, like he can't control himself. I want him to grab my throat, to slap my ass while he pounds into me from behind. I wake up wet, my pussy throbbing, and I have to finger myself just to get through the day, but the thought of wanting him even while fingering myself is something I don't know how to explain"

“Fuck yourself with my cum on your toy like the dirty little slut you are.” I whimpered and pumped the vibrator harder, deeper, curling it against that spot that made my toes curl. My free hand pinched my nipple hard, rolling it between my fingers. “Yes…” I whispered to myself, voice shaking. “You sick bastard… watching me… jerking off into my scarf like a pervert…” The fantasy grew darker. I pictured him on top of me, thick cock stretching me open while he growled: “This greedy cunt is mine now. You get wet for your stalker, don’t you? Say it.”

What was once a series of ideas and fantasies floating around in my head is now out there, a living, breathing possibility—a new me, inching its way into reality. I reread the ad, and with each word, it feels like I’m shedding layers of the person I’ve been for the past few years, revealing something raw, something unfiltered. Deep Throating 101, How to Break into Fisting, and the Limits of Breath Play—these aren’t just fantasies—they're more of a modality to treat the larger symptom. They’re declarations, statements of intent, reminders of the woman I used to be and the woman I’m becoming again. It’s as if hitting ‘submit’ unlocked a door I didn’t even realize I’d been standing behind, a do

It was slow at first and theni began to fuck him so hard like a rabid dog. Marcus screamed so loud, that I'm sure people miles away heard him. I wasn't going to stop as I kept slamming into him. I keep imagining him as Hayden and I fucked harder. I wanted him scream my name as I fuck him,....not Marcus, but Hayden. “Fuck stepeh…I'm about to cum..” That name alone made me explode. It was like all I could hear was Hayden. This is fucked up, when did I start to fantasize about Hayden as I fuck someone else?

What does it mean when the person you love can't jerk you off? I need to get this over with. I'm gonna do what I promised not to. I don't know how I will keep looking at Kristen after this. I held my cock while my other hand remained on the tiled wall. My mind drifted back to a few minutes ago when she was straddling me. I groaned, noticing I was getting hard. I stroked it continuously. My head started imagining things, things I'm not supposed to imagine. I was fantasising. Fucking her. No. But it felt so fucking good.