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Like to what? Her pressing back into me, my cock in her ass crease. "You know. Watch. Watch my son fuck me." My life, in a few months, from normal to this, "Yes, I want to watch your son put his hard cock in his mother's pussy and fuck her." She groans, moves, lining me up, "I can tell you from experience, it's incredibly erotic. Watching the wrongness, the taboo." "Should I fuck you now?" "Oh Dan, yes. I need your cock."

She asked with a chuckle as they walked, making Ed realize she thought he’d just blatantly looked at her tits and it made him nervous yet the way she was reacting seemed like she liked it; for the first time in his life Ed felt like women were attracted to him but didn’t want to even let himself start believing that in the slightest from past bad experiences of doing just that. “I was honestly lookin’ at your name tag.” Ed replied with a chuckle as they walked into Erica’s cubicle; Erica walked ahead of him and Ed’s eyes shifted down, checking out her ass and found it to be nice, but not nearly as nice as Darla’s sexy ass. “But yeah, it just shut off on me. I did try to restart it but it jus

Sofia opened a heavy door and let him step inside first. The soundproof booth was quiet the moment the door clicked shut behind them. Thick velvet seats faced a giant screen that was already rolling silent black-and-white footage. It was an art-house erotica film she had directed the year before. Slow, sensual shots of bodies moving together, hands sliding over skin, mouths open in silent moans. Sofia dimmed the lights until the room was bathed in the soft glow from the screen. She sat down in the wide velvet seat in the center, legs spread comfortably. She patted her lap.

The chat went wild, replaying that line: ‘Are you completely insane? Okay, I was out of tricks. I’m just a flimsy, pitiful, helpless erotica heroine. No sudden superhuman survival skills kicking in at the eleventh hour. I threw up my hands. No point fighting it anymore. “You don’t believe me? Fine. Ask him yourself later. Let’s see…” I pretended to think. “Why don’t you start with… ‘Did she kiss you yesterday?’ How about that?” Right then, the system chimed in again.

Just a sense of performance. He broke it off after two weeks with a lie: “I’m not ready for something serious.” What he really meant was, “ I feel nothing towards you, you make me feel like I’m pretending to be someone I’m not.” Eli never came out to his father. Never even tried. There was no screaming match. No thrown dishes or accusations. Just silence. The kind that filled the space between them like smoke. Eric never asked if he was seeing anyone. Never noticed how Eli flinched when someone used the word “fag” in a TV show. Never noticed how his son came home from school some days with blood on his knuckles and his eyes too dry for tears.

“Too often, society expects women to suppress their desires, to only express them for a man’s benefit. But it’s completely normal—and natural, might I add—to explore and understand oneself.” I felt my cheeks warm again. “I suppose you’re right,” I mumbled, although now I just felt even more awkward thanks to that little lecture. “If reading erotica brings you pleasure or helps you relax, then who am I to judge?” He glanced at me briefly, a sincere expression on his face. “And honestly, it’s better than some alternatives, like pornography. At least it’s fictional and doesn’t harm real people. And it’s imaginative.” Despite myself, a small smile crept onto my lips. “That’s… very progressive of

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As if his presence isn't enough, now I am even more turned on. I squeeze my thighs together, shifting uncomfortably in the chair. "I'm sorry sir." "Sorry?" He slowly makes his way towards me, his eyes still fixed on me and making all my senses flare. I can smell his cologne, a thick mix of chocolate, spirit and cashmere. He stops right in front of me, his form completely enveloping mine. "Do you think sorry will take away the images you've planted in my head? Images of your tight, little cunt?"

“Is that all?? You can go ahead.” Naomi walked to the bookshelf and bent down. Her skirt lifted high, showing him the blue lace stretched over her ass. She dragged her finger slowly across the spines. “You have a nice collection,” she murmured, pulling one free. She flipped the pages, pretending to read. “Romance.” Her eyes flicked back to him. “Do you have something raw? Something erotic?” "Is that what you want to read?" Raymond asked. "Yeah," she replied. "I love reading erotic stories."

“Come for me like the filthy whore you are. Right here. With everyone two rooms away arguing over movie snacks.” The orgasm hit hard and sudden. My cunt clenched around his fingers, a broken sound trapped behind my teeth as I came, thighs locking, more slick spilling over his hand. He kept working me through it, mouth at my neck, until the tremors eased. When he finally pulled his fingers free he wiped them slowly on the inside of my thigh, spreading my own wetness like a mark. “Go back first,” he said, almost gently. “Fix your dress. Smile. Act normal. I’ll wait a minute.”