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I didn’t aim for his face since it was still hot, so I threw it at his chest. “What the fuck!” He yelped, holding his shirt away from his skin. “Are you nuts? You don’t throw coffee at people. And you certainly don’t throw liquids around a lab full of electronics.” He shouted as he carefully peeled the now-wet shirt off. Holy shit! I’ve seen plenty of naked guys in my life. People shift to and from their wolf, so nudity is part of the culture. I’ve seen some seriously handsome naked men too. Alexander Petridis looks hot nude, not that I would ever tell him that. He doesn’t need the ego boost, and honestly, I put him in the brother category in my brain.

was some kind of campus Casanova, a mysterious god of sex who’d seen it all, done it twice, and written the manual. The truth was, I was a fraud. A beautiful, well-structured, grammatically perfect fraud. I was a virgin whose only sexual experience was the chafing on his own dick and the bitter taste of his own cum. Lately, the stories were getting harder to write. The well was running dry, and my own hand was getting tired. I was recycling my own pathetic fantasies, and they were getting stale. The latest comments on the magazine’s online forum were a public execution. ‘The author is obviously a virgin. Total turn-off.’ That one line had burned itself onto the inside of my eyelids. They kne

Getting out of bed, Sophia shredded every last piece of cloth on her. Looking at her like this, all bare and uncovered in front of his immoral iniquitous eyes, Noah again begin to loose his control over himself and his swelled member was already dripping with pre cum. “Lie down.” Noah instructed Sophia. He had always imagined her naked and exposed in front of his sinful eyes but in actual when she is here, he barely held himself. The way her swells seemed, the way she had curves at perfect place, the way she was seducing him unintentionally.

Everything about his body speaks of this long and complicated history: the stolen nights, the shared silences, the way he always knows how to sense my returns, my absences. We make love with the discreet violence of those who know there is no future between them, only habits, debts, and the need to feel once more, one last time, the truth of another body against their own. It is neither tender nor brutal; it is necessary. Each movement is a language in which we translate lies into temporary peace. Afterward, lying down, panting, Raphaël presses his forehead against mine. His eyes, wide open, search for something in my face, perhaps a concession, a crack.

Actually, I had plan to put on this lingerie for Zane the night we meet because it was titillating and there’s this irresistible eroticaura it gives. I took several pictures of me lying in randy positions, one could mistake me for a stripper. I smiled to myself when I stared at my banging hot nude image. The heat was too much, Zane might need a fire extinguisher because there was no way these images won't turn him on, they weren't ordinary pictures of me. ****** To Be Continued

The moon was shining through the blinds and it was illuminating her nakedness. On her back, with her legs spread wide open on the bed , one arm thrown across her head, and naked. Her athletic physique was so tempting, pointy tits and black nips, flat belly and down to that shaved strip of black hair in the front of her pussy. Her pussy was parted a little, pink and smooth, looking so fuckable in the dim light. I sat down on the opposite couch to the bed, my dress hitching up. I brought my cock out again, it was still as hard as ever. I poured more baby oil, and rubbed it on my cock slowly at first, my eyes fixed on her pussy.

“Like… what kind? Praise or Fifty Shades?” He smiled. “Never read either of them. I want someone to please. With pain. With pleasure. Safely. Consensually. Not at your place. Not at mine. Neutral ground. A place called Fantasies.” I licked my lips. He made it sound tempting. I wasn’t that kind of woman. At least I didn't think I was. “That’s a very generous offer, but—”

The naked sight in front of him was the desire he didn't know he wanted. Like the good girl he desired. Nuella knelt on the floor, without a single clothe to shield the beauty of her body away from his hungry lustful eyes. Her hair was packed into a messy loose bun, just the way he loved it and her nipples poked hard, screaming thunderously with want and desire to be buried in his willing mouth.

"I think I'm going to miss this the most." "My ass?" "Cuddling. Jeez, get your head out of the damn gutter." I snorted out a laugh and smacked his chest. "But yeah, your ass too. I'm going to require about five nudes a day to get me by. Should I write it in a contract?" "Five?" "About five, yeah." "I only have my boobs, ass, and v*gina. I don't have five parts." "One t*t, then the other, p*ssy pic, ass pic, and then maybe a pic of full frontal."

"Sorry, folks. Duty calls. I'll check on you two again in a little while." "Sex writers," I mused. "I wonder exactly what that entails." Noah grinned at me. "Considering a career change, darlin'?" I shook my head. "I don't think so. Although I have to say that I'm intrigued. Do they just write books about sex, or do they write erotic fiction? Or both?" "Maybe they also write scripts for porn," Noah suggested. "If that's the case, they need to up their game. Most porn is seriously lacking in storylines and decent dialogue."