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The screen unlocked with ease and I opened the chat. The first thing I saw made my stomach drop. The contact name was saved as “Maddie” with a love emoji. My knees went weak, and I stumbled back, my mind racing as I opened the chat. I scrolled through the messages, my heart shattering with each line. They’ve been sexting and exchanging nude pictures. It wasn’t just a random fling—it was an affair. An ongoing affair for over a year, going by how long they’ve been chatting.

I want to love her. We stay that way until she whispers, “I didn’t do anything with T.” A part of me believes her. Swiping a finger across her cheek, I let out a sigh. “That kiss was the first and last time. I don’t know what you are talking about but I never sent him any nudes or videos. I don’t even know the first thing about sexting.” I can teach her if she wants, as long as she promises to practice with only me. “We are just friends, there is nothing between us.” Her eyes fly open, hurt brims to the surface and my heart clenches. She sniffs, more tears spill to her wet cheeks. “Yes, I took naked pictures of myself but I didn’t send them to him.”

Was it messed up that he was the most consistent thing in my life? I didn’t even know how this started. One random message turned into two… then into weeks of flirtation, then into months of late-night confessions and bold fantasies. I never thought it would go on this long. I never thought I’d become the kind of girl who craved anonymous attention. But with him, it wasn’t just about the sexts. It was how he talked to me. He paid attention. He remembered details. Like the day I said I had a test, he messaged hours later asking how it went. When I told him I hated wearing bras, he sent a message saying, “Good. They only get in the way.”

He tells me he loves fucking me because I brought thrills to his nerves, and he loves the thrill. His wife is boring in bed, he told me. We both have the same experience, though. My husband is boring on bed too. 10:30 in the evening was the time he told me. I arrived thirty minutes early and stayed outside their gates. Then I saw Caleb walking out, I got out of my car and met him halfway with a wild kiss. He chuckled then kissed me back, taking no care if someone sees us here. Well, our videos were uploaded on p**n sites, so they probably knew about us.

“I saw the way his eyes moved over our bodies when he greeted us. He wants us. Trust me, I could see the hunger in his eyes.” They rushed back home, hiding their purchases carefully. Once inside, the twins offered to help with dinner. “We’ll handle it tonight, Mom,” Clara said sweetly. “You relax with our stepdad.” Sara crushed several sleeping pills into their mother’s wine glass, stirring it until it dissolved completely. Clara also slipped two strong Viagra pills into Vincent’s drink. Sara's hands trembled as they served the food, but neither Vincent nor Lena noticed anything. Vincent asked the twins about college and their plans after school as they are. The girls smiled and answered, bu

His entire body went rigid, his muscles shaking violently as he shot a thick, hot wave of cum deep inside my pussy, filling me up until it was spilling out. We stayed pinned against that glass window for a very long time, both of us panting for breath, our sweat mixing together as the city lights twinkled far below us. The sin was committed. It was beautiful, it was wrong, and as Julian slowly pulled his thick dick out and wrapped his strong arms around my shaking, naked body, I knew neither of us could ever go back to the way things were before.

Gretta said, "But after a while we were really trying to get each other excited. For the longest time neither of us would admit it. We'd start out just talking and sooner or later the conversation would become risqué. After a while we'd start telling each other erotic stories about our supposed experiences. Then the talk would turn really dirty, downright pornographic. She'd be telling me about having sex with two or three boys and we both knew darn well it had never happened but I did the same thing right back using the nastiest language you can imagine. All this time pretending we were just talking; we both knew better. Pretty soon one of us would get up and go into the bathroom for a whil

He sat up, sucking on her nipples while she ground against him, until they both came in a messy, shuddering climax. But secrecy came with cracks. A colleague almost caught Maya leaving Julian’s office one afternoon. She had to duck into a bathroom to fix her smudged lipstick. Rumors began circulating in the department about the professor spending more time in closed-door meetings. Maya’s roommate noticed her frequent late nights and started asking questions. One evening, after particularly passionate sex where Julian had gone down on her for what felt like hours until she was a trembling, oversensitive mess, then fucked her slow and deep in missionary so they could look at each other the ent

she orders with a whisper and moves even closer. Why is it so hot in here? I should shut up but…Kandy says I should speak…I will speak. “Everytime when I get hard…a-and when I touch myself, I say your name and I can’t stop” I say with a broken moan before I can stop myself and Kandy looks pleased as she leans into my space. She smells like sex and sin. “Kandy, baby…” I say her name, with my voice straining and we move closer, breathing hard and heavy, fueled by our dark confessions of lust.

Sienna cried out into Victoria’s pussy; the vibration made the CEO shudder. The three juniors stripped quickly. Priya straddled Sienna’s chest, knees bracketing her ribs, lowered herself until Sienna’s mouth could reach her clit. Sienna licked eagerly, tongue flicking, sucking, while Ethan pounded into her from behind. The ginger-haired exec, Liam, knelt beside the desk, fed Sienna his cock while she ate Priya. The third, dark-haired, quiet, stroked himself and waited his turn. They rotated. Victoria came first, grinding hard against Sienna’s face, thighs clamping around her head, a low, controlled moan escaping. She climbed off, smoothed her skirt, and watched.