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She felt the hot flood inside her, another man’s claim mixing with the first. As she lay there panting, shuddering through the aftershocks, Sasha’s climax reached its peak. Kael was hammering into her ass with unstoppable force. “Come for me, Sasha,” he growled, gripping her shoulders. Sasha’s cry was sharp, a dagger of pleasure. Her body tightened, then convulsed. Kael held her through it, then drove his own release into her with a final, ground-out groan. For a moment, there was only the sound of heavy breathing, the smell of sex thick in the air.

I flailed for something to hold, grabbed the shower curtain then thought again because curtains cost money and anyway it wouldn’t have worked except as a metaphor for reck- less passion. So I braced myself as best I could, one hand on the slippery tiles, another on the tub edge. Steam enshrouded us carrying scents of cosmetics, visions of vanilla chiffon. Pale streaks of foam spiraled into the drain and vanished. His hands dug into my hips. In the midst of the vapor and wetness, his cock shored me up, enormous and substantial where I was soft and hidden. They wouldn’t show that in the movies. This wouldn’t even make a porno because it wasn’t camera friendly. Impossible to see our thrusting c

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.

She couldn't remember when her pussy had ever felt so hot or wet. Tom's body seemed so amazing as he gripped Janice's body and gracefully shoved his long cock into her pussy, forcing hot moans and gasps from the girl's mother with every thrust. Brook's pussy was on fire, and she was furiously alternating between rubbing her clit and pumping her finger up inside the dripping wetness of her aching hole. She ached to feel something as long and hard as her father's cock plunging deeply into her ripe, young body.

she moaned and fluttered her eyes shut. Her husband smiled and kissed her on the neck as he moved in and out of her. Larissa dug her nails into his buttocks as she tried to pull him closer, wanting, no, needing every part of him he could give. Aleric filled her to the brim with his cock, felt her shiver underneath him and pulled out. Each stroke was met with her longing and eagerness, her wet womanhood gripping tight to him. He shivered himself when her sex tightened around his cock, as if unwilling to let him go. When he slid out, Larissa moaned and groaned in ecstasy.

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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.

“You feel… so goddamn tight. So hot and wet around me.” He stayed buried deep for a moment, letting me adjust, grinding in slow circles so I could feel him pressing against every sensitive spot inside. "God," he said, voice completely wrecked. "You feel — Lena, you feel—" He stopped. Pressed his lips to my forehead and tried again. "I've been trying to write this feeling for twelve years and I had it wrong." “Then show me,Julian.” I said against his jaw. Then he started moving in a long, powerful strokes that dragged against my walls with devastating precision. The wet sound of him sliding in and out of my cream-slick pussy filled the kitchen, mixing with our moans.

My heart beats fast, and I feel a wetness between my legs that I can’t ignore. One gray afternoon, it was pouring rain outside. The library was dead empty. No one to bother me. I locked the front door early and turned the sign to closed. My hands were sweaty as I picked out my four favorite books from the back shelf. There was the pirate story with Captain Thorne, a tough guy who sails the seas and takes what he wants. Then the vampire book with Lord Draven, all dark and mysterious, with eyes that pull you in. Next, the cowboy tale with Buck, rough and ready from the wild west. And finally, the barbarian adventure with Garrick, a big brute who fights with his hands and conquers everything. E