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Pinky squinted to read it, her eyes tracing the loops and crosses. "Collection of short stories for ladies," the title read. "Stories of desire, of awakening, of the first time." Pinky blinked, her eyes widening as she read on. The handwriting was feminine, secretive, as if the writer were sharing her most guarded thoughts with only the pages. It was a confession. A revelation. As she began to read.

I thumb her while she grinds, and she cums two more times before I flip her and finish inside her this time, no condom, deep, both of us too far gone to care. We fuck all weekend. Shower sex on Saturday morning, I her pressed against the tiles, my hands full of soap, her boobs wet. We had rough sex on the Kitchen counter Saturday night, she bends over while making sandwiches, and I bang her from behind, laughing when mustard ends up on both of us. And on the Couch Sunday afternoon, slow and sweet, she sat on my cock kissing me tenderly while I play with her hair, slowly grinding, whining her waist, twerking dick.

Welcome to P**n Academy ~ Olivia ~ I stood outside the tall glass building, heart beating fast. The sign above the door read “P**n Academy” in bold red letters. It looked like any normal school from the outside, but I knew better. This place trained people to have sex on camera… professionally, confidently, and without shame.

Trigger Warnings 18+ ONLY This collection contains explicit sexual content including: Graphic MM sex scenes BDSM dynamics Dubious consent Power exchange Rough sex Possessive/dominant behavior Strong language Reader discretion is strongly advised. A collection of stories about men who want more... Strangers in dark clubs, rivals who can't keep their hands off each other, alphas and Omegas bound by something older than either of them, two men who've been circling each other for years finally giving in. Every story stands alone. Every story burns differently. Some are quick and dirty, some take their time. Some are about the first time, and some are about the last

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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."

i lost my job but still had the payments to make on my new car. My parents helped me out but they’re struggling and I don’t want to have to sell it. I’d applied for hundreds of jobs and been rejected from hundreds of jobs. There was only one that I had instantly ruled out!! Sales assistant in a sex shop on the industrial park. As much as I needed money there was no way I was going to sell sex magazines and videos to dirty old men and have to look at them. The thought made my whole body crawl and my stomach heave!!!

Men and women were having sex openly on leather benches, padded tables, and plush rugs, using whips, restraints, and various toys. Unfiltered moans echoed off the walls. It was a complete sex den. "Welcome to the den of freedom," I said, trying to sound confident and smooth. "I found this place a few months ago when I needed an escape." I turned to look at Jay, expecting to see curiosity or excitement, but the words died in my throat. The warmth on his face was completely gone. His eyes were wide with pure horror, his lips parted as he took in the sight of two men on a table nearby.

The morning after our all-night fuck-fest, I woke up sore in the best possible way. My pussy throbbed deliciously, swollen and sticky with Alex’s dried cum. He had slipped out of my room just before dawn, leaving only a quick, filthy kiss and a whispered promise: “Today’s going to be fun, baby.”