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Klein stood in the middle, his voice booming as he read paragraphs of p**n like material, and I squirmed in my seat. “Thank you all for coming,” Klein said. I watched everyone get up, and walk out in pairs, men and women, women and men alike, their hands and body clearly screaming to do one thing. “Did you have fun?” “Oh God,” I gasped, turning back to Klein. “You scared me.” “I am sorry,” he smiled. “What do you think?” My lips parted. “I think…it was amazing.” The following weeks, I came to the bookclub, dressed up and left needy. The literary erotica was picked for a week, and then Klein would dissect it in that awesome voice of his.

Not the filthy, twisted, no-limits way that made my pussy throb just thinking about it. I stripped down to nothing but an oversized t-shirt and a pair of thin panties after my shower, my nipples already tight and sensitive against the soft fabric. I climbed onto my bed, the sheets cool against my bare skin, and opened my favorite p**n site. The glow from the screen lit up my dim room like a dirty secret. I didn’t waste time on vanilla crap tonight. My fingers flew across the keyboard: *step daddy fucks step son rough*. Thumbnails loaded, full of exactly what I needed—muscular older men with commanding bodies dominating eager younger guys, cocks buried deep, faces twisted in raw pleasure.

“Well, you know that you’re the one that he fantasizes about. That’s why he wouldn’t look at you.” Daniela smiled. “I know.” I stared at her, surprised. “And here I thought you were all innocent. Have you been doing something you shouldn’t be, Berni?” She rolled her eyes. “I’m a teenage girl. I read. Romance novels, fanfiction. If it’s got smut, I’m there.” I raised an eyebrow. “What about porn?” Daniela made a face. “No. Porn’s too awkward. I need a little fantasy. I can’t just watch stuff like that, you know.”

She's the dark-featured girl in the library who you know secretly wants to sneak you into the stacks and suck your cock while other people browse nearby for steamy entries from Kushner or Munro or the hideously delicious truths of David Foster Wallace. “Wanna watch some p**n?” she asks me through a strand of hair that falls lazily over her face. She blows it up playfully as she looks at me with a sudden pep in her energy. “Yes,” I say to her without having to think twice, and soon she has the TV remote opening up our internet browser HDMI input. Then we're scrolling through our favorite saved pornography websites, all of our various technological vices laid out for us in a half-crescent buff

My laptop came with me, pressed tightly under my arm. I searched the internet,scrolling and typing. My choice of p**n was hard to find. I loved forced p**n—the young innocent girl forced into taking a hard cock as she fought to pull away from the man who would devour her. I loved the harsh yells, spanking, choking, spitting—ruining her made my pussy quiver and drip. My scrolling halted at the perfect video. The older man in the video tying up a younger woman after he walked in on her in the kitchen, forcefully bending her over as she cried for help.

"Well, am not, but I am mad with the adult that gave you the book. Tell me, did an adult give this to you? I need to know the adult that did this." "I stole it." "You what?" "Am sorry. I know I shouldn't be reading that." "Why do you think you shouldn't be reading it?" "You know, the pictures of naked men and women joined but sitting up, their legs splayed like two crabs, their hands holding on to each other's shoulders. Or looking at a woman on top of a man, stretched along his length, their bodies clasped together over their heads." "I can see that the image is still clear in your head. You wanted to read it to see couples having sex, am I right?"

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Curiosity was eating at her. With an effort, she made herself focus on the other titles. He had books on negotiating, battle tactics, history, agriculture…boring. Didn’t the man read any fiction? There was a book on stained glass that looked mildly interesting, but she kept scanning the shelves, hoping for something more enticing. Her search was rewarded. There, right in the middle of his shelves at eye level, was an entire shelf of books devoted to lovemaking. Wiley’s eyes boggled as she read the titles: An Illustrated Guide to the Sensual Arts. A Woman’s Climax. Emotional Need and the Sensual Virgin. There were dozens of titles.

Which I did, at length. Those first two mornings, I spent hours scouring my father's hard drive for as many erotic p**n stories as I could find. I purposely steered clear of the "Marianne" folder. I'm not even sure why. But as for everything else I found, I was completely insatiable. The more I read, the more I realized that my father was a master at writing. I had read his published work, as I said earlier, but it had never dawned on me just how good he was. And of course, that was before I had any idea that he wrote erotic literature. Especially incest literature.