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The brothel was a prostitute den for lesbian Lunas and I was super excited because I have a friend there and she has told me a million stories about what goes down there. And I was going to experience it today. I booked a three hours sex session with four wf lesbians because I wanted th thrill of many girls in my body, either sucking, fucking or doing immoral things to me. “We are here.” “Park at the east wing, my friend is going to come and pick me up from there.” “Yes ma.” He swerved to the east part of the garage and parked, I sent my signature howl and my friend sensed it. She came out after a few minutes her face looking like a little cub who has been offered candy.

We’d been best friends since college—roommates, confidantes, partners in every filthy fantasy we’d ever whispered to each other late at night. Both of us are bi, insatiable, and tired of vanilla hookups that have left us wanting more. For months the slow burn had been building with these five men we’d met through a very discreet, very exclusive swingers group online. Jake was the ringleader—tall, broad-shouldered, with a cock I’d seen in photos that made my mouth water. Tyler, athletic and cocky, always sending teasing videos of him stroking himself. Derek, tattooed and intense, the one who could dirty-talk me into a puddle. Marcus, the gentle giant with the biggest dick of the group and the

“Okay? What are you trying to say?” “How much is membership?” “The initial f*e is ten grand, with a yearly f*e of two. Wait, that was the price for couples. It could be more for single folks. I don’t remember. I haven’t gone in years.” “Shit! Are you fucking serious?” Lisa’s eyes nearly bulged out of her head. I laughed. “I told you it was expensive. You don’t have to do this, Lisa. Seriously, I don't even know if I should.”

Liz wasn't expecting that response and felt her pussy become damp again. Robbie wants her to stop by and check on them? She was beginning to think it was Robbie who exposed himself in the cabana restroom. She said good bye and walked back home. As 3:00 approached, Liz found herself growing more anxious about her afternoon check. She had passed the early afternoon away researching sex through holes in the walls of restrooms which she discovered were called gloryholes. She found websites devoted to the subject and lots of pictures and videos, about half of which were gay. None of them compared to what she had experienced just a few hours before. She had masturbated twice since then. This broug

Trigger Warnings This is dark erotic fiction. Contains explicit sexual content, hard BDSM, dubcon/noncon, extreme size difference, monster anatomy, breeding kink, physical violence, domestic abuse, emotional trauma, power imbalance, and degradation. Written in Third Person Limited POV. 18+ only. Reader discretion is strongly advised. Chapter 1 The Dragons’ Paid Pussy

Masculine in its restraint, yet unmistakably lived in. Elizabeth slipped off her heels at the entry, bare feet silent on the cool floor. Her eyes drifted to the art, several pieces caught her immediately. Framed photographs and paintings of women entwined: soft curves pressed together, mouths open in ecstasy, hands gripping thighs, backs arched. Lesbian erotica rendered with reverence, beautiful, unapologetic, sensual. One in particular: two women on silk sheets, one straddling the other, heads thrown back, fingers buried deep. The composition was raw yet tender.

She’s bold and fierce. I like her. I like her attitude especially with the way she carries herself. She’s got confidence that will surely shock your whole body. She’s also beautiful and got a nice racks. She might probably a whore too. “I’ve been calling you for a while now, Liam. Why are you not answering your phone?” Resting my back on the wall, I sighed. “Cresh, I already told you I only fucked once. If you want a cock to hang on your pussy then might go to the bar and search for a hungry cock that will satisfy you.”

There was just something about their soft curves pressing together, their tongues exploring nipples and slick folds, their fingers plunging deep while raw moans filled the air. When I found myself alone, I'd touch myself while watching women fuck, imagining what it would feel like to have a woman's mouth on me instead of Jake’s clumsy kisses. We broke up a week after graduation and I came home, happy to be rid of him. That, plus my heavy boredom made p**n turn to my obsession. I'd lock my door, dim the lights, and scroll through p**n sites, filtering for "lesbian" or "girl on girl."

There wasn’t a point in time exactly when she could say definitively it would happen. (Here end Wolves at the Lycan’s Door. Thank you for reading. I hope you enjoyed it. Want to read more? This all starts. Try reading: His Brother’s Mate, Hell Hounds, and Serving the Alpha at His Whim all available on this app along with more. Search Klaira Blains to see everything available here by this author. Keep an eye out on more from Klaira? Check out her author site search klaira blains author and don’t forget to subscribe to her newsletter blog to have it sent directly to your email.)

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