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I would come home from my boring nine-to-five job, sink into my bed, scroll for a while, sleep, and wake up the next day to repeat the same routine. I unlocked my phone and started scrolling through different apps. I had no one to talk to, so I didn’t even bother checking my messages. Then a notification popped up, I bit my lip when I saw it was a p**n link. My fingers hesitated above the screen, my heart began to beat a little faster. My life might be boring, but I couldn’t deny myself of pleasure. I clicked on it and reached for the drawer beside my bed, pulling out the vibrator I had bought weeks ago but barely used. The video started playing and showed two men and a woman. One was betwee

The novel lay open under her hands-wet, crumpled, dog‑eared. He looked at it, then at her. He pulled the book free with one hand, and his own wet fingers brushed between her thighs again, smart with urgency. "One more time?" he rasped. Claire stared at him-ache behind her eyes, voice hoarse. "Yes," she finally breathed. "One more time." He kissed her, deep and rough. Closed the book with his other hand-cover snapping shut with authority. She rode him one more time, skin slick, body trembling, pulses crashing as she came again-slow, powerful, echoing under the hush of books. Rowan groaned and came with her, feeding her tight until he fell forward, forearm over her back, his breath ragged.

I peeked, hiding by the side of the doorframe, careful not to get caught. And there he fucking was—Rick, he wasn’t having sex with anyone like I’d suspected, he laid open on the king-sized bed in all his glory, his back to the bedhead, naked and vulnerable. His legs were up in the air, knees pressed toward his chest like he was positioning to get rimmed... His cock was rock-hard, throbbing with a shiny silver penis ring clamped at the base of his cock, balls, swollen under the strain. On the laptop beside him was gay p**n, playing out— one muscular man topped a twink, pounding him relentlessly. Rick’s eyes were glued to the screen, blazing with lust, as his hand worked between his spread ass

“Please. I’ve been obsessed with my glass dildo lately. I get it ice-cold from the fridge, lie back, spread my legs wide and slide it in slow. The chill plus the pressure on my g-spot? Lethal. I don’t even touch my clit half the time and I still come screaming. Solo sex is elite. No awkward rhythm, no guessing games…just pure, selfish pleasure.” They both turned to me, grinning expectantly. We were arranging stuff for me and Caleb's usual romantic night. He's finally home from his three day journey to his mom. I felt heat rush to my cheeks, but I smiled anyway, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. “You two are ridiculous.” “No dodging,” Jasmine sang. “Come on, Lena. When’s the last time y

I dived into my bed with the magazine. “Just what I needed.” I muttered, I was very horny, but I tried to fight the thoughts that were coming to my mind, but the magazine in front of me wasn't helping matters. "Fuck it," I muttered, carefully scanning the magazine. It was a sex and foreplay guide. My eyes nearly popped off at the next picture. A man was sucking off the breasts of a woman who was obviously enjoying herself. I felt a rush to my pussy. I instantly knew had to do this before I completely lost my mind.

he asked plainly, like he was asking about the weather. My mouth opened. Closed. Heat crawled up my neck. “Wow. We’re jumping right in today, huh?” “Answer the question.” I swallowed. “Yeah. I did.” He nodded. “Why?” “Because I was thinking about what you said.” “Which part?” “That I use sex to disapear.” He tilted his head. “And did it help?” “No,” I admitted. “It made me feel more alone.” “That’s progress.” I rolled my eyes. “It feels like hell.”

Well, I can't fuck myself, someone has to do the fucking" I replied. He chuckled. I returned to his cock, sucking like a slut in heat. I made sexual sounds to excite him; years of watching p**n and reading erotic stories had taught me that men love hearing erotic moans from women, even if they are just for effect, not because my pussy is actually getting stimulated. The New York best selling romantic novels were my best companions during my college days.

Within minutes, Evan’s body began to spasm from the orgasmic euphoria and with one last stroke from Daniel he shot his load all over his abs, and with one final thrust Daniel pulled himself out and shot his load over Evan's body. Daniel collapsed on top of Evan and their semen mixed together with their bodily fluids. “You do know that was just a warm up, right?” He whispered to Evan, rolling off him and onto the bed. Evan immediately got up with the embarrassment of him sleeping with his Ex's dad. He tried to hurry into the bathroom but his eyes caught a sight; at the entrance of the room stood the last person Evan wanted to see. His ex— Liam’s shocked expression. As if snapping out of a daz

“Don’t worry about that. You’re not the only one who likes filthy books, you know. I like filthy art, too. A load of my stuff is NSFW. Pete loves it.” The relief flooded through me. I’d had no idea how much I’d needed to share the details of my newfound sex life with someone until then. I was still coming to know myself, and getting a glimpse of how far my own sexuality went. I’d never thought my interest in books would come to life, but it had. I was loving every second. Craving more. “Julian’s filthy. Like, really filthy.” “Whips and chains type filthy, or take it up his ass with a cucumber type filthy? Or both?”

To Be Continued… SEX WITH THE DEVIL