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Sex with Gabe was distinctly different than any other sex I had ever had. When I opened my eyes, I took a moment to just admire him. The way his muscles flexed with his movements and the intense look of lust in his green eyes. I still found it hard to believe that I had landed such a sexy man. I must have done something right at some point in my life. The position felt amazing, but I wanted more. I wanted him in every way, not just like this. It was one of those nights when I was just feeling naughty and wasn’t afraid to show it.

she teased. “Lorraine.” The seriousness of Dane’s voice made her look up. His expression was somber, lines of anxiety around his mouth. He began, “It’s not hard to turn someone on. Lesbians have sex with men all the time—they even marry and have kids. But that doesn't mean they like it at all. Arousal is just a response to stimuli and I’m an experienced lover. I know you enjoyed it physically, but it doesn’t necessarily mean anything. As a doctor, I know a gay man in the states that had sex with a girl. He managed to get it up, he managed to come, but it felt wrong and dirty and not what he truly wanted. If it feels wrong, it feels wrong and there’s nothing you can do about it.”

There was one thing that I realized about Gage. And that is, whenever he has sex with me he isn't the same Gage Stockholm that his fans know and see him on TV. He's a different Gage when he's with me. He's a different Gage when we have sex. It's like a side of him he never shows to anybody but only to me. When we have sex, he's so dominant, strong, and serious, he wants it deep, fast, and very hardcore. He wants it in a very random moment at a very random place.

Alex's hands roamed over my skin, his touch gentle yet possessive. The room was filled with the heady scent of sweat and sex, a potent mixture that only served to heighten my arousal. I could feel my body responding eagerly to their intimate caresses, my every nerve ending on fire with need. As Alex continued to thrust deeper into me, I couldn’t help but marvel at how good it felt to be utterly consumed by pleasure. I had always been curious about gay sex, but nothing could have prepared me for the intensity of it all. From watching them fuck to both of them fucking me, it was heaven.

For a moment, there was only the sound of heavy breathing, the smell of sex thick in the air. Then Sasha, still trembling, slid down beside Abegail. Her face was flushed, triumphant. She kissed Abegail’s sweaty forehead. “You see, bestie? This is what freedom feels like.” Kael collapsed back onto the booth, his chest heaving. Leo slowly withdrew from Abegail’s pussy, a satisfied sigh leaving his lips.

“Then maybe it’s okay to love it. For now. Just… keep your eyes open. Don’t let him swallow you whole.” I nodded and wiped my eyes fast. “I’m trying.” We sat in silence for a minute. Just breathing. Then she grinned, trying to lighten it. “So… on a scale of one to ‘call the fire department,’ how good is the sex?” I laughed shaky and relieved. “Eleven.” She cackled. “Details, woman!” I leaned in and whispered. “He fucked me in a VIP bathroom at the gala. Mirror sex. Hand over my mouth. Vibrator in class earlier that week. Edged me through five speeches.”

Gael kept up his act beneath the table, violating my cunt with his finger and coaxing reactions I never thought possible. Humiliation burned through me, tangled with the sharp edge of pain and, shamefully, a pulse of unwanted arousal. "My dear wife wanted to know if she could have a small birthday party," Gael said smoothly, all while angling his finger deeper inside me and I bit down on a shameful moan, my body betraying me. Then he shot me a look that said, Play along. "Y-yes… nothing big," I managed, almost breathless. "Just my parents… and a few friends."

he teased. His hand slid down between us, fingers finding my core and pressing there—despite how sensitive I already was. He worked me fast and rough, in time with his thrusts. It was too much. The hot water, the suffocating steam, his relentless touch—every sensation crashed over me at once. His size filled me completely. “I can’t take it,” I said. I tilted my head back, mouth parted, gasping for air as my chest tightened. “You must be bored with Nate’s games,” Gabriel taunted. “He’s too calculated, too rushed. You need something messy like this, don’t you?”

"Oh, I'm sorry, Jay. I... So-- you and she? Have you?" "Inside her? No, well, not with that." "What did you do with her?" Giselle didn't seem to be teasing me now. "So, we went out eight times to be exact. Dates 3 and 4 included kissing and serious tongue action. Serious petting on Date 5. Date 6, the, uhhh, shirts come off." "Hers, too?" "Yes." "Go on." "Date 7 was hands. Wandering." Giselle whispered, leaning in towards me. "How much?"

I moaned. He pulled me off his lap so I was standing between his thighs. He pulled me into his arms and deepened our kiss. Something in me sparked to life. I needed him as desperately as he wanted me. I felt his erection against my jeans. I was inexperienced. I didn’t know what to do. The prospect of having sex with him made me go stiff. “Are you okay Gabbie?” “Uh… I don’t know what I’m doing I’ve never done this before.”