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Lucas flipped through the pages slowly, his expression unreadable as he scanned the increasingly explicit vows I’d written in the haze of last night. His lips curved at one particular line. “‘I vow to let you fuck me raw in public places… and thank you for the risk,’” he read aloud, voice low and rough. He looked up at me. “You’ve been busy.” Heat flooded my face. “You told me to add more.” He set the notebook aside and pulled me between his knees. His hands slid under the hem of my dress, palms gliding up my bare thighs until his thumbs brushed the sensitive skin where my legs met.

My voice was shaky as I spoke. I saw her smiling before she finally spoke, I black eyes were shining with something I couldn't quite name. No… the opposite of what I was wanting to hear from her… your writing was loving and powerful. I love your story because I love erotic stories myself and I'd like to talk more about it with you. “So are you free this weekend Come to my place Sunday at eight.” I felt my heartbeat increase is it the test that I don't want her to give me that she wants to give me in her house? Or is it something else? I asked myself.

Hated how my thighs trembled and another gush of slickness leaked down my inner thigh. But my body moved anyway—small, hesitant steps across the cool hardwood until I was standing right in front of her, close enough to smell her arousal, sweet and musky and so fucking intoxicating it made my head spin. Elena’s free hand reached out, manicured nails grazing my bare thigh just below the hem of my boy shorts. I jumped at the touch, but she only smiled wider, sliding her palm higher, pushing the fabric aside until her fingertips brushed the soaked cotton covering my pussy.

But I couldn't get rid of the thought. I went to the guest room. His room. It was neat, his suitcase was mostly unpacked, While on the nightstand sat his laptop. My heart hammered as I opened it. It asked for a password. On a whim, I typed in his mother's name. *Maya.* It was Incorrect. I tried his birthday but it was the same. I thought for a moment, then typed *M11kyWay* the name of his childhood dog. The screen unlocked. I felt a pang of guilt, but it was drowned out by a stronger wave of need. I opened his browser and checked his history from yesterday afternoon. The usual sites... and then a string of entries from a site called *Literotica.com* My pulse quickened.

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It was pure pleasure. I pushed the door open a crack and froze. There she was, naked on our bed, legs spread wide, while her best friend Lisa was on top of her. Lisa had this thick purple dildo strapped around her hips, and she was driving it deep into Sarah's pussy with steady, hard thrusts. Sarah's hands were gripping the sheets, her back arching up every time Lisa pushed in. "Fuck, Lisa, right there," Sarah moaned, her voice all breathy and desperate. "Don't stop, please, it feels so fucking good."

The free swing of her breasts added extra zest to her state of excitement— especially when Dina took a moment to play with them, making her nipples spark with want. Lorraine lay down with her knees up, her feet planted on the vinyl cushion, and her clitty on fire. A heartbeat later, Dr. Melling’s erogenous ass hovered above her face. She clasped the divine, sensitive cheeks, and pulled Dina into a sitting position. She felt the sizzle between her own legs as she began to lick the sweet furrow— Dina’s perfectly poised slit. Her ears went erect when she heard a sigh as crisp as the abandoned notebook: the

Antonio’s kiss on her neck lingered, and the hands he wrapped around her waist seemed to be there even without his presence. “What am I suddenly…feeling this way….”. She opened her eyes and exhaled hotly. She could feel the wetness overflowing and her clits drumming and kicking for a touch. “Not now, this…this…is bad…should I?” She sat up and looked down. “I have to keep myself busy and my mind away from any erotic thoughts”. She walked to her small bookshelf and found a novel by a talented writer, CAROLUCHY. Unfortunately, it was an erotica novel. Doris gave it to her as a birthday gift years ago, and she never opened it, the deceit there is the title didn’t hint on the nature of the novel.

She worked him with a fae’s innate grace and a building desperation, her cheeks hollowing, one hand stroking the heavy length of him while the other fondled his tight, heavy balls. Xandros watched, mesmerized, his own cock aching and hard. The sight of the elegant fae queen on her knees, servicing the brutish incubus, was the most potent aphrodisiac he had ever witnessed. He reached out, his hand sliding over Odessa’s back, feeling the muscles work as she pleasured Zarek. “Look at her,” Zarek grunted, his hips beginning a slow, rhythmic thrust into the wet heat of Odessa’s mouth. “See how she takes me. She is the conduit for us all.”