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With the door to talking about sex cracked open, she added, "I enjoy a good sexual fantasy as much as the next woman, I guess. Which genres of stories do you like most?" "Normally it would be the hot-wife stories," Cheryl answered, "But I was reading a really hot incest/taboo story there the other day where the characters happened to be named Darlene, James, and Shannon." She looked Darlene in her surprised eyes and with a suggestive grin she added, "It's hard for me to imagine that's just coincidence. Did you write that story? Is that your taboo fantasy I was reading?" Darlene was a bit taken aback by her friend's blunt question, but her tone and the look on her face were certainly not judg

His cum, slightly thinner than Jax’s, flooded the tight channel, mixing with the natural lubrication and creating a slick, warm mess that seeped deeper. Sloane felt both fillings simultaneously. The hot cum in her pussy, the warm release in her ass. It was a claiming, a completion. Her orgasm seemed to go on forever, fueled by the shocking sensation of being seeded in both holes by two different men. Her body shuddered, her muscles quivering, sweat pouring off her in streams. Jax collapsed forward, draping over her, his cock still twitching inside her pussy as he emptied the last of himself. Kade slumped behind, his cock slipping out of her ass with a wet, messy sound, followed by a trickle

To be Continued… SEX WITH THE DEVIL

Girls that had sexual sex, much more enjoyable than my awkward and unsatisfying sex life at the moment. The story that stood out for me was based around a girl who went camping with her husband. They bunch made a couple of friends and one thing led to another with five guys fucking her, filling her with cum. The following experience came in the shape of a p**n movie among my immature man friends who’d put on during a party. In the lady's bleached blonde hair to her giant fake tits, everything about it dropped into the class of fake. Certainly not a turn on like the aforementioned narrative, but seeing her take on four giant cocks somehow made the dream a little more genuine.

I told him, but he just gripped his drink tighter. Time moved slow. I ordered another round, sipping slower now, letting the heat build between my legs. The club got fuller, people touching and kissing in corners. One section had a girl on her knees sucking two guys at once, heads bobbing, spit dripping down her chin. Another area showed two women fingering each other on a couch, moaning loud and rubbing their wet cunts together. I watched it all, my own pussy getting soaked, clit throbbing against my thighs.

I felt a rush of liquid heat flood out of me, soaking his cock, dripping down his balls. It felt like a faucet had been turned on inside me, a continuous, uncontrollable stream that made the slide of his dick impossibly wet and loud. I couldn't see it, but I felt the hot, slick mess spreading instantly, coating us both, making the room smell more like sex. Aaron's hips stilled, but his dick throbbed, pulsing against my clenching walls. He collapsed forward, his chest crushing my breasts, his weight pinning me to the mattress.

Her pussy was dripping wet. "My turn," she whispered to Clara. Clara got off Vincent's cock and Sara climbed onto his thigh. She sank down onto his cock in one smooth motion. A gasp escaped her lips as he filled her completely. “Oh fuck! I love it,” Sara cried out. She started riding her. Her full breasts bounced wildly with every movement. Vincent couldn’t take his eyes off them. He grabbed her waist, helping her bounce on his massive cock. Clara climbed onto Vincent’s face, lowering her soaked pussy onto his mouth. Vincent groaned loudly and immediately started licking and sucking her clit. His tongue plunged deep inside her.

She was looking over my shoulder at the same wall and reading some of them softly under her breath. “Hmmm, look at this one,” I said. “This person seems to have described our date last week in perfect detail.” It was a story about a woman who liked to be spanked and punished. “I like this one,” Carrie said, pointing to another. “I really think we should try and work this one into our next date.” The story was about a couple who arranged to act like strangers and meet up at a trashy bar and pick each other up. There were long descriptions about them fucking in the back of the bar as the guys playing pool watched and stroked their cues.

It responds to the melody that escapes from every friction of our two bodies. His lips tug at my nipple, then his teeth take over, biting into the flesh of my beautiful breasts, pulling a moan of happiness from me. I feel his long sex between my thighs rubbing against me. With my hands, I lift his head to take his lips in a passionate kiss. He eagerly responds to my kiss, then he takes control again. He holds me still with his hand around my throat, without hurting me. Then he continues his exploration. He gives me kisses all over my body, reaching my neck to give me hickeys worthy of the name. All that can be heard are my moans in the room. Without letting go, he penetrates me with two fing

And so damned hot. She talked about narrative structure and unreliable narrators. I barely heard her. My hand shook as I turned to page 117. When she asked if anyone had an example of a compelling line from erotic literature, I raised my hand. She raised an eyebrow. “Mr. Turner?” I stood and cleared my throat. “He wanted to taste obedience on her tongue.” The class went silent. A couple students chuckled. Someone made a low “damn” sound in the back. She didn’t laugh. She just smiled slowly.