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He continued, voice dropping lower. “An erotic novel. Quite explicit. The heroine was bent over her boss’s desk, skirt around her waist, getting fucked hard while he called her a dirty little slut.” My cheeks burned bright red. I wanted the floor to swallow me whole. I had been reading during my short break, thinking no one would return. I opened my mouth to apologize, but no words came out. Adrian stood up slowly and walked around the desk like a predator. He stopped right in front of me, towering over my seated form.

“Does this bore you?” “Sorry, Ma’am.” It wasn’t so much that it was boring, it was that it was just stories. He needed more. “And then today, at lunch, I seduced a UPS guy. All tan and muscles, he looked great in his uniform shorts but he looked even better out of them. Nine-inch cock, at a minimum. Straight and thick. And boy could he eat. Someone had trained that boy well. I had three orgasms before we even got to the actual fucking. I thought about you—stuck here, cleaning the bathroom or the kitchen or whatever it was you were doing.”

The erotica of the moment was too much to handle. While he licked me, he started finger fucking me with four fingers. He was driving them in and out with a fast, heavy rhythm. The wet, slapping sounds were loud in the hot room. I was so wet that my own juices were running down my legs. I was sobbing his name, my voice raw and broken. "Marcus! Please! I need it! Give it to me!" I shrieked. He stood up and grabbed his cock. He didn't use a condom. He wanted to feel my heat, and I wanted to feel him inside me with nothing in between us. He guided himself to my entrance and shoved in with one hard, violent thrust that bottomed out.

And I wanted to be punished: Perhaps that, more than anything else. I began reading erotic BDSM stories. For a while this seemed to be enough. It allowed me to escape my life, if only for short periods of time. Erotic BDSM stories were challenging to find in my small town and soon found myself searching sites on the internet. This opened up a whole new world: Before I knew it, I was placing ads on personals sites, trying to make my dream a reality. Initially the responses were just crude. Even the ones I decided to contact, seemed a little beyond what I was looking for: Cruel men, perhaps dangerous too. Finally I received a response from Tony.

But after he asked me out for what felt like the hundredth time, I finally said yes. The next thing I knew, I'd been married for ten years, had four kids, and hadn't had a proper orgasm from my husband in five. Even when we do have sex, I have to play with my own clit while he's inside me just to finish. I'm a sexual person. I always have been.

"Swallow it, niece. Take Uncle's pierced cock down your slutty throat." I choked, tears running, but relaxed. He fucked my mouth slow, training me inch by inch. Pulled a book from the shelf—old erotica, yellow pages. Read aloud while thrusting. "'The duke bent his maid over, cock slamming her wet cunt while she begged for more.' Sound familiar, you taboo bitch?" His words mixed with the story, hips rolling. The piercing scraped my throat, cold bump adding to the stretch. I sucked hungry, tasting pre-cum. "Deeper. Read with me in your mind—'He filled her ass with his seed, marking her as his.' Gonna do that to you soon."

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I still get wet just thinking about that night at the family house. I can still hear the scrape of chairs, the kids yelling, the smell of roasted chicken and my mother-in-law’s too-strong perfume. I was sitting right between my husband and him—my husband’s older brother—under that long tablecloth. My thighs were already pressed together because just looking at him across the table had soaked the crotch of my panties. His hand found my thigh first. Casual. Like he owned it. “Look at you,” he murmured so only I could hear, fingers already sliding higher under the table. “Married little whore, already dripping before the first course is even finished.”

"I live with him at home, take care of him, do some household chores, and...well...you know..." "Have threesomes?" asked Sarah, bluntly. "Yes," said Em plainly. "With both men and women. I enjoy it. Especially with someone who looks as good as you. His 'female viagra' helps a lot too." Sarah found herself blushing. "Awww. look! She's so shy!" squealed Em. "So cute! Ohmygahd! If you're not careful, I may just fall in love with you!" Sarah blushed more. Em laughed.

“Wait, just listen,” I heard him hiss behind me at the top of the stairs. In the early morning quiet, I could make out the sounds of sex carrying up from the first floor: muffled moans, a sharp gasp, the low rumble of a man’s voice. I burst into the living room doorway, breathless and furious. My boyfriend was off the couch now, hastily pulling up his pants. The woman he’d called his cousin was scrambling to straighten her blouse, her hair a dishevelled mess around her flushed face.