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she called back as the pleasure she had derived from it flashed through her mind and made her pussy tingle a bit. It took a week for Mr. Brooks to fix James's phone. During that time Darlene found herself having more frequent and more lurid fantasies about her son and his girlfriend... and herself. She had long been a fan of the erotic-story website, Literotica, but while her taste in those stories had been more in the "Loving Wives" category, she found herself reading more "Incest/Taboo" stories now, about women--MILFs--who either seduced their sons or who were seduced by them. Many of them included threesomes with the son's girlfriend. And there were plenty of them! Obviously, she was far

"When you caught me before, I wasn't, um. I wasn't watching p**n. Exactly." I flinched, waiting for Jennifer to freak out. Instead, she just looked at me expectantly. "See, I don't really like p**n either," I said, "Like you said, it's kind of weird to watch. Very fake and staged. So instead I like to, um, read stuff." "Like Fifty Shades of Grey?" Jennifer asked. "Sort of?" And then, I did something either incredibly smart or unbelievably stupid. "Here," I said, "I'll show you."

My thighs kept pressing together under the desk, still tender from yesterday’s orgasm in Professor Black’s office. The book he’d given me felt like a brand in my bag. I had read every marked passage last night, my fingers buried deep in my pussy the entire time, coming over and over while his sharp red notes stared back at me. “Pay attention to the mask.” “What breaks first?” “Guilt is desire wearing velvet.”

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When he rolled off me he laughed and said, "That was okay, right? Not every girl makes a big deal out of her first time." I hated how wet that memory still made me. I should have felt angry, used, worthless. Instead my pussy kept throbbing, begging for something more. Something real. Something that would break me and put me back together. That was why I started searching online late at night. BDSM. Domination. Submission. The words alone made my nipples hard. I read stories about girls who got tied up, spanked until they cried, then fucked so deep they screamed. Men who knew how to take control. Men who made you feel like their favorite toy and their most precious slut at the same time. I wa

Then I skipped out of the room and disappeared down the hall. That night, I started reading my daddy's favorite incest story. "Why do you hate me, daddy?" And from the very first paragraph, I was hooked. I literally couldn't stop reading. Parts of the story made me cry. Others made me laugh. The relationship between Gracie and her sisters was endearing. But the relationship with her dad... wow, I fully understood what my dad meant about it being a "slow burn". My pussy felt like it had been put on a spit and slowly turned over a fire all night long while I read. I started reading close to eleven and it was nearly four in the morning before I finished the story.

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He stepped over to the velvet chair she had just vacated, sinking into it and spreading his thick legs wide to display his heavy, throbbing cock, which was already leaking pre-cum from the sheer stimulation of tasting her. "Time to return the favor to daddy," he smirked, his eyes darkening with a raw, demanding lust. Reid watched her, his mind spinning. Inker was never like this. His wife was proper, quiet, and reserved in the bedroom…completely vanilla. How was it possible that Gigi and Inker were blood sisters, yet Gigi was infinitely more exciting, filthy, and uninhibited than his wife could ever dream of being? Gigi turned, a predatory smile spreading across her beautiful face.

he says and I nod as I look at some pictures of me and Luca stood by the docks. "What do they have that is solid?" I ask him. "You bringing in drugs on an organised crime scale. That's enough to send you away for a long time. They'll probably give you some deals," he says and closes the file, "Is Damian okay?" I ask him. "He's fine, they'll let him go when they realise he knows nothing. Your cousins and Emilio will probably be able to weasel out of this but you are in deep shit." "What about George?" I ask.

It was here, amidst the hushed whispers of knowledge, that Jasmine’s life took an unexpected turn. She had come to return a book, a first edition of Pride and Prejudice that her grandmother had gifted her. It was irreplaceable, a piece of her family’s history, and she’d been meticulous about keeping it safe. But in her haste to grab a book on the top shelf, she’d accidentally swapped it with someone else’s. When she realized her mistake, she’d already left the library, and the book she’d taken home was not hers. The book she’d ended up with was a first edition of The Great Gatsby, its cover embossed with gold lettering.