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Lila’s hands trembled as she stepped into the dimly lit luxury suite on the 28th floor. The city lights sparkled through floor-to-ceiling windows, but her focus was on the five men waiting for her. All tall, powerfully built, dark-skinned, and exuding raw confidence. They wore nothing but loose silk robes that did little to hide the heavy outlines of their cocks. This was it , her fantasy made real. At 29, married for six years to a man whose vanilla sex life had left her starving, Lila had finally said yes to the anonymous booking.

“These hot lips will be all over you when we return to my tent. Or your room. Or whatever corner in your territory there is that we can have privacy.” Desire flooded his system and thickened his blood. He turned his head, too, until his mouth was close to hers. “Oh, yeah? What corner did you have in mind?” “Any hidden area in your greenhouse?” Images gushed out of him fucking her against one of the greenhouse’s many toolsheds while his kisses tried to keep her moans quiet. A hot flush ran down his spine, and it took everything in him not to jump her then and there. When she abruptly retreated and squeezed his shoulders in warning, he shifted his ruminations until the fantasies dissipated—jus

"I'm trying to take things slow, because I know how I am, and I'm afraid it would chase you off and I don't want that. I see your body and I want to explore every inch of it. Marking every inch of it, claiming you as mine." I blushed immensely, feeling my face turn hot hearing the words come out of his mouth. I looked at Braden, his face close to mine. "Does that explain how I feel about you Tessa?" His voice was deep, all I could do was nod in response. "Now tell me how you feel about me now." He spoke softly, his lips almost touching mine. "A-all I do is think about you, h-how I want to be around you. I-I want you to mark me and make me yours. I-I've fallen for you hard." I spoke softly. "

* The last story heading made her shut her eyes and smack her teeth in exasperation as she slammed her laptop closed, throwing her head backward. Dang, she hated to admit that the new guy was the culprit that kept her awake all night, not insomnia. What he did to her earlier today strangely made heat surge through her body all day, and now that it was dark, she imagined he'd be curling his large body under the duvet—he was probably hot as hell—and his gorgeous face would be calm because his mesmerizing topaz eyes were closed. With those same eyes, he had looked at her condescendingly, using a gaze that made her insides knot together like she was alive in some sort of way.

He looked like he was thinking. “Then there’s nothing to be done. But tell me, why are you repressing your sexual desires? You know erotics and sex are a form of magic, right?” he asked. “I do. But these things… I don’t… They can’t be fulfilled. It’s like torture. The dreams feel so real but they aren’t and it makes me feel… empty. Funniest part is that they don’t even touch me. Just words,” I said.

Story 13 The Shared Fantasy Sophia Pov The hotel suite was luxurious and dimly lit. Soft music played in the background. I stood between Elena and Marcus, wearing only a short silk robe that barely reached the top of my thighs. Elena was in a matching robe, her curves soft and inviting. Marcus wore just black boxer briefs, his muscular body already showing clear interest. We had been building toward this night for weeks — flirting, teasing, sharing fantasies over drinks. Tonight we made it real with a game we called **The Shared Fantasy**.

“Like… what kind? Praise or Fifty Shades?” He smiled. “Never read either of them. I want someone to please. With pain. With pleasure. Safely. Consensually. Not at your place. Not at mine. Neutral ground. A place called Fantasies.” I licked my lips. He made it sound tempting. I wasn’t that kind of woman. At least I didn't think I was. “That’s a very generous offer, but—”

he hissed. Obeying, she knelt at his feet, and gazing up at him, tugged down his shorts. The cast on his leg made underwear difficult so he had abandoned it altogether, causing his hard cock to spring out. "Spread your thighs and pull down your thong," he said breathlessly. He loved the way a girl looked with her panties stretched across her thighs and held his breath as she did as she was told, recreating the fantasy he had indulged in earlier. Looking down he couldn't believe it, bratty little Cassie from next door was gently stroking his hard cock and was about to blow him. His head tipped back with a groan as she slid his cock into her warm mouth.

How nice it would have been to have him in my bed, when I had nothing else to do but watch cheap porn. And it was thinking about it that the hotness rose from my belly to my chest, leaving me breathless, as the scenes of our first night appeared in my head. I gave myself to those sensations, without even hesitating. It was as good as being with him. It just wasn't better because nothing would compare to your fingers or the brute force of your movements against my body. But still, I came by hissing Pablo's name and let myself fall into that swirl of pleasure.

In my pursuit of excitement, I lay on the bed with my legs open, frantically pleasuring myself in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. Through the dark glass, I could see a strong man on the balcony opposite staring at my body intently. This extreme taboo made my scalp numb, and I grew increasingly depraved. I tried my best to arch my back as I became a shameless, irrational, and thrill-seeking tart. My name was Layla Terra, and I was a dance student.