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I have always been able to trust Sammy. But how can I tell Sammy about how I am changing? How my interest in sex is pushing me beyond the normal limits that people have; how my Onlyfans account was veering further and further away from hers, which is strictly suggestive bathing suit pictures; how, when I masturbate now, which is currently about three times a day, all I can picture is my stepfather's face... my stepfather staring at me, his eyes glazing over with lust, as he cums? A wave of sadness washes over me. My stepfather, whom I love, and who now can't look at me because of the way I've been acting. The things I've done.

Down the hallway, in his bedroom, Alex lay on his bed with his shorts pushed down to his ankles. His thick, hard cock stood straight up, throbbing in his fist as he stroked it slowly. The room was dark except for the glow of his phone screen, but he wasn’t looking at it anymore. His eyes were closed, lost in the same forbidden fantasy that had been tormenting him for months. “Fuck… Lena…” he groaned quietly, his hand moving faster along his shaft.

He groaned, dipping his hand in the shorts and tried to adjust his hard painful cock which was threatening to tear the poor shorts. He could hear his brother in his head telling him to stop being a nerd and go take what it is that he wants. And for the second time in his life, he listened to his brother's lewd proposal, even if it was just in his head, and marched towards Alicia's bedroom. The first time was when he agreed to attend a party with hookers. His birthday party to be exact.

Just me, my nerdy glasses constantly slipping down my nose, and the three ripped, dangerously attractive stepbrothers I’ve done everything possible to avoid since they entered my life. Kai, Jax, and Ryker. All tall, heavily tattooed, muscular, and packing the kind of cocks I describe in vivid, vulgar detail in my secret online stories. The ones that made my anonymous account LunaLustWrites explode in popularity. Faceless videos of my body — heavy tits bouncing, my tight pussy stretched and creaming around thick toys, my ass arched high showing that small heart tattoo and distinct mole on my lower back. I write depraved taboo fantasies and film myself living them out in secret. No one knows t

But because I always saw him masturbating his own penis and moaning, I felt weird. “Fuck, Ahhhhh. Shit!” “Harder, Ahhhh.” I moaned. "Uncle, harder please. Ahhh! Fuck me!” That's when I started touching myself while watching Tito doing that. His door is always open whenever he does that, so sometimes I wonder if he did it on purpose. Of course, I'm just a human and a normal teenager, I also feel lust. My last sex was probably six months ago, so I feel so dry.

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He teased and worshipped until Princely’s cock glistened. Finally, he took the head into his mouth. Just the crown. His lips stretched around the width, and his tongue swirled. Princely lost all coherence. Noble's mouth was unlike his girlfriend's. It felt like there was something his friend doubted differently, something his girlfriend didn't know about. Well, what he didn't know was how many sex partners Noble had had over the last couple of years. He was always practising, so that he would blow Princely's mind when he finally got what he was looking for.

that felt like the most powerful ending for this couple. Okay, that was the heartfelt, literary reason. Now for the completely, utterly ridiculous and honest reason: I literally could not write another sex scene. I am not joking. We were closing in on 80,000 words on this thing! A hundred thousand words! Do you have any idea how many different ways there are to describe a hand running through hair? Or a deep gaze across a room? I was starting to lose my mind trying to come up with fresh, non-repetitive action. I truly don't think I would have survived trying to write a fresh, unique, meaningful, and non-absurdly-long sex scene at this point in the narrative. My fingers were cramping, my thes

The next day at work felt like absolute torture. I was the manager of Velvet Desires, an upscale adult store located in a quiet corner of the city. We sold high-end toys, luxurious lingerie, premium lubes, and everything a woman could possibly want to explore her deepest fantasies. Normally I loved my job. I helped shy customers find their first vibrator, recommended the perfect bullet for discreet public play, and smiled through awkward conversations with complete confidence. Today, however, I could barely concentrate on anything.

I whip it away and go on. "We were at his apartment one night and he was extra touchy. He kissed me and I thought it was going to be the usual make-out. He asked me if we could have sex and I denied him so he dragged me into his room and threw me on the bed. He told me that I was a bad girl for denying him. He pinned me down on the bed and tried to take my clothes off." I tell the tears flow down freely.