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I soon came in her mouth and I carried her on my torso. I placed her on the bed and kissed her again. She got on top of me and whispered, " I want you now Asher." She moaned and slowly sank my dick into her wet hole. I closed my eyes and groaned at the penetration. She continued working her wet core on my dick and moaned and took one of her nipples in my mouth. "Oh... God" she moaned as turned her around for a missionary sex position. I plunged deep into her and drilled her hard till we both came.

Warning: 18+ only. Featuring hardcore taboo and age-gap erotica. This is an erotic boxset containing twelve stories of irresistible steam, steam, fun, and naughty stories. If you're not up to eighteen, this book is not for you. Get ready to be intrigued. To feel. To...sin. ---------- “I made myself tight for Big Daddy,” she leans up and whispers in my ear. “Every morning and night, I clenched it really tight, released, clenched, released…”

Men and women were having sex openly on leather benches, padded tables, and plush rugs, using whips, restraints, and various toys. Unfiltered moans echoed off the walls. It was a complete sex den. "Welcome to the den of freedom," I said, trying to sound confident and smooth. "I found this place a few months ago when I needed an escape." I turned to look at Jay, expecting to see curiosity or excitement, but the words died in my throat. The warmth on his face was completely gone. His eyes were wide with pure horror, his lips parted as he took in the sight of two men on a table nearby.

He just nodded, jaw tight. I slipped out and hurried to my bedroom, closing the door behind me. My body was still on fire. I leaned against the door, replaying everything — the way Sean had kissed me like he was starving, how his fingers felt rubbing my clit, the way he spanked me while calling me a good girl. And then Mom’s voice cutting through it all. The risk of almost getting caught made everything feel ten times hotter. I couldn’t help it. I climbed onto my bed, pulled my leggings and bra off, and lay back. My hand slid between my legs. I was still soaked. My fingers found my swollen clit and started circling fast.

He was never late. I leaned back slowly, taking deep breaths to calm the heat burning in the pit of my stomach as fragments of my research replayed inside my head. BDSM contracts. Consent. Dominants. Submission. Orgasm denial. The words alone had kept me awake half the night. And the truly terrifying part? If Maxwell asked, I knew I would give him almost anything. Actually I would give anything. The realization made my cock twitch hard beneath the table, I squeezed my thighs together.

She already knew that would be expected. Damon’s bedroom was even larger than hers. The massive king-sized bed dominated the room, covered in black silk sheets. Damon stood by the windows wearing only a pair of dark gray sweatpants that hung low on his hips, revealing the deep V of his sculpted abs and the outline of his heavy cock. “Close the door,” he ordered. Ara obeyed. “So today’s scene,” he said, “is about a submissive woman meeting her ex one last time before her wedding. She knows it’s wrong. She knows she shouldn’t. But she can’t resist him. She lets him ruin her for her future husband. That’s the energy I want.”

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.

Jennifer: Shrug emoji. I decided to take a different tack. This time, rather than pick safe, general stories, I chose a bunch of different categories and sent my favorites from each. One was romantic, about a couple falling in love. The next was about a wife who sleeps with another man. Another had a husband bringing in his best friend for a threesome. I chose one that had some bondage (not my thing, but I picked a story that was highly rated). I sent a Lesbian story and a Gay male one (again, I relied on the ratings). I linked a story about watching two people have sex in the woods, and one about a girl riding a sybian for the first time. I skipped two categories: nonconsent and incest. As

He hasn’t seen anything yet. This should be classified as torture. I’m strapped down on the spank bench in the club room, arms, legs, torso pinned so tight against the leather I can barely twitch. No escape, no slack. The wand hums relentlessly on my clit, strapped tight between me and the bench, buzzing. My thighs tremble uselessly, my body already wound too tight, and it feels like the damn thing is fusing to me. This is what happens when your boyfriend is your number one subscriber. Xavier told me he had ideas for my stream, said it with that grin that made me forget the filth he’s capable of. Turns out his idea of fun is borderline criminal.

**Lust's Asylum: Twisted Confessions** **Story 8: Queen of the Pack** **Chapter 2** The full moon still hung high as the ritual continued deep into the night. Selene lay on the moss-covered stone altar, legs spread wide, body glistening with sweat and the cum of three powerful alphas. Her pussy and ass were red, swollen, and leaking thick rivers of seed. Her breasts were marked with bites and handprints. She had never felt so thoroughly used… or so powerfully alive.