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Wet sounds filled the quiet cabin. "You feel amazing," Seraphina moaned. Her hands gripped Isolde's hips. "I am. You’re mine now," Isolde whispered, grinding against her. "My sweet, innocent apprentice." The pressure built for both of them. Their juices mixed and coated their thighs. Isolde moved faster. The friction on Seraphina's clit made her whimper. She came first, shaking and pressing harder against Isolde. The orgasm spread through her body. Isolde followed soon after, moaning low and grinding through the pleasure.

I was so ready for this. But now what? Just blatantly put a move on him? I stared at his lap top and recalled Richard saying he caught him watching p**n. I looked over my shoulder to make sure Max wasn't already on his way back. I figured he would take his time and try to calm himself down and that was fine with me. I went into his history and scanned through the sites he visited. My eyes lit up on "My First Sex Teacher" and I clicked it. "Oh, you naughty boy." I whispered as I saw it was an entire site dedicated to teacher student fantasies, Richard hadn't been kidding.

You must read, so you'll know what we know. Loving books as she did, Madeleine had soon forgotten her disappointment. The private library was a wondrous hoard of knowledge, and as arousing in its way as the long, shared hours of yesterday. Each book was a classic of pornography. As she read — and read and read and read - Madeleine soon grew both learned and fevered. Every picture seemed to remind her of the touch of Delrina’s lips, or the way Laurelina’s fingertips could seek out, and find, the most discreet and receptive of pleasure-nodes, then tantalise them to the very edge of madness. Every line or paragraph of uncensored prose seemed to conjure up the taste of Nadia’s sweat.

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I could drive and I wasn't about to lay in my bed overnight, horny and uncomfortable. At least, I had fucking managed for one whole week now, relying on erotic books and my fingers. But it was never enough. It never did the job completely. I leaned back against the bed, angling my phone to take a photo of me in my undies before I sent it to him. “I'm coming over. You can't say no to this, can you?” Followed by a sultry emoji. As soon as I hit send, I grabbed my clothes off the floor where I had discarded it and I threw it on, my heart racing as I grabbed my keys from the table and dashed out of the room.

Chapter 145 Elena’s POV The train picked up speed again, plunging us deeper into the night. My legs still felt unsteady from the orgasm he had forced out of me in front of all these strangers. My pussy throbbed with leftover pulses, panties soaked and clinging uncomfortably. I could smell my own arousal mixed with the stale air of the carriage. Shame burned hot in my chest. What kind of woman let a nameless man finger her to climax surrounded by tired workers and late-night travelers? Yet my body craved more.

Then I’d stand, bend her over the railing, and thrust into her from behind, her cries echoing across the water as I claimed what’s always been mine. Elena’s breathing grew ragged. She hiked her dress higher, fingers slipping beneath the damp cotton of her panties. Her clit was swollen, slick with arousal. She circled it slowly as she turned pages, lost in Victor’s raw confessions. Last night I wrote her name while I came. Elena. Elena. Elena. If she ever returns, I won’t hold back. I’ll lock the doors, strip her bare, and spend days teaching her body every filthy pleasure. Spreading her ass cheeks and rimming her tight little hole while she fingers herself. Making her watch in the mirror as

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.

The silence made my thighs clench. "What kind of dreams?" he asked, still calm. "I shouldn't say." "You came here to let it out," he answered simply. I held in my breathing. "They're... sexual. I wake up soaked. Aching. And ashamed." "Go on." I let my head rest against the wooden panel behind me. My eyes closed. "He touches me in ways no one ever has. And I let him. I want it. God, I want it so bad." The words spilled out, broken and messy. "Sometimes it's in public. Sometimes I'm tied down. Sometimes he just whispers in my ear and I'm already falling apart. I wake up wet, panting, and I can't stop thinking about it for days."

Maybe this was a side he’d kept hidden from her, a side that only came out when he was alone? The bookshelf too, was full of clues to Jacob’s secret. The Story of O . Billionaire Blackmail . Fifty Shades of Grey . Delta of Venus . Books by the Marquis de Sade and Leopold von Sacher Masoch. The Marketplace . Every book Emily selected was erotica. She wished she’d found this stash years ago. How exciting would those evenings alone have been then?