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And they’re in your arms again. Think of the flood of emotions. The gratitude, the love, the joy. Think about how you thought you would never make love to them again… and now they’re right there in front of you, both of you naked, skin on bare skin? They say that all great literature is about sex and death. I can tell you this: impossibly great sex comes when you stare down death, and love wins.

It was a Novel by Ana huang famous author for the twisted series, it was Twisted hate and the open page was one the steamy hate sex scenes between Jules and josh I picked it up and started to read it, I couldn’t hold it anymore, I bit my lips and my eyes narrowed as I could feel my wetness,drip down my legs. I needed the release, with or without the cute guy, I sat on the singular chair there, spreading my legs and rubbing my swollen clit,I made sure I kept my moans muffled. I was interrupted by someone clearing their throat,my eyes widened at the cute guy staring at me. “Don’t stop” his voice husky as I could see the dick bulging against his zipper.

I felt impossibly stuffed, every nerve ending screaming with dark pleasure. They began to move. Damien thrust up into my pussy while Lucas drove into my ass from behind. The rhythm built into something punishing. My body rocked between them, breasts bouncing, skin slapping loudly against skin. Sweat slicked our bodies. The air grew thick with the scent of sex : musk, arousal, and raw lust. I could hear my own broken moans mixing with their low groans. Every thrust sent jolts through me. The friction was exquisite. Overwhelming.

Then she was gone, waving from the taxi window as it pulled away. The house felt empty the second the door closed. I stood in the living room for a minute, the silence pressing in. My dick was already half-hard just from the thought of having the place to myself for two whole weeks. I headed upstairs to my room, locked the door out of habit, and opened my laptop. I needed release badly. I pulled up my favorite p**n site and searched for something specific—mature women, thick bodies, the kind that reminded me of Gwen. I clicked on a video of a busty brunette in her late forties fucking her young neighbor.

She kissed me and I pushed my fingers inside, pumping slowly, "Baby girl, that's why I love you. I can finger you like this...or do you have lube...lotion...or anything in your desk, downstairs?" She grinned, "I do...I do!" She dropped to her knees to pull a tube out of her pants, "I have some lube right here...how convenient is that?" "What a fluke of luck," I grinned, "it's almost suspicious." She giggled, "I guess it's obvious...I planned to take advantage of you. But we have some great sex in our After-hours Book Club." "What...After-hours Book Club?" She grinned, "That's what the other librarians call it...it's like a mile-high club, but in the library. It may surprise you, but there's

CHAPTER 4. SEXUAL ADDICTION I don't care about anything anymore. The world outside this room, the family downstairs, the fifty days of self-control I sacrificed—it all dissolves into a hazy, unimportant mess. The only reality is the heat of her body beneath mine, the wet, desperate sounds we are making, and the sheer, overwhelming friction of our locked hips. The both of us are crying out loud right now, our voices blending into a single, frantic sound of ecstasy and transgression. “Oh my God, yes! Oh, fuck, baby!” she is screaming, her voice raw, her head thrown back against the pillows.

“You just did.” He flushed. “Right. Sorry.” His nervous energy delighted me. “Go on.” “I signed up for this workshop because… I wanted to understand women better. Sexually.” He looked at his shoes. “I’ve never really… pleased anyone. Not truly. And I thought maybe learning how to write it might help me… feel it.” I stepped closer, letting silence stretch between us. He didn’t meet my eyes. “Why do you think you haven’t pleased a woman before?” I asked.

“If you walk in there with a green band, it means anyone can fuck you however they please. You wouldn’t get further than two steps into the room before someone would have you pinned to the nearest sofa, fucking your ass while someone else pushed their balls in your mouth. Anything goes.” I was beginning to understand that he wasn’t being graphic to be crude. He was being graphic because he was describing sex in its rawest form. No emotional attachment, just bodies coming together in certain ways. It mirrored the descriptions in many of his books. “That sounds exhausting.” He chuckled. “Probably.”

I reach down and spread her wider with my fingers, mashing our pussies even tighter together until there’s no space left—just constant, slippery friction, clits rubbing raw and desperate. “Yes! Fuck yes! I’m cumming.” I scream as my pussy pulsed, and with the sensitive skin on Lira’s cunt, I can tell that she’s not so far behind too. It feels good. So fucking good. I ride her harder, every grind sends fresh squirts of our mixed juices squirting out sideways, soaking the sheets, our thighs, her ass. My room smells of sex, musky, sweet, filthy. I lean down and bite her neck hard, sucking a dark mark while I fuck her cunt with mine. “Manifest a toy,” I demand against her skin. “A thick strap. N

~ Lissa ~ I stood in front of the mirror in my bedroom, staring at my reflection like it might give me answers. My body was still buzzing from three days without sex. My nipples were already tight under my thin tank top. My pussy felt heavy and empty at the same time. I had high libido. Sex wasn’t just something I liked. It was something I needed. Deep, long, hard, messy sex that left me shaking and satisfied. That’s why I had always chosen my men carefully. I tested them first and made sure they could keep up, that they had the size, the stamina, the hunger to match mine.