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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."

“I do not have money now but I promise that I would make you feel good. And maybe you spent a lot of time with me because you love me.” “Already? I have not even seen the size of your dick.” “It might not be a nine inches like you expect but it sure would fit in that tight pussy of yours.”. “And even if it does not fit, I am always open to three homes and even four somes. The more the merrier. With that last text, she logged off with no good nights or sweet texts. I wanted to be the one saying those but we were not all that familiar. There was no one really active anymore on the site so I spent all night read sex stories and watching erotica videos to add to my knowledge and be able to have

I hаd mу fingеrѕ in my fiancee’s рuѕѕу during the еntirе ѕtоrу. I couldn't just help myself. By the time she was done telling her story, my dick was throbbing painfully, and I swear her pussy had gotten wetter. My fingers were covered in her arousal. Damn, those two lesbians had turned my fiancee into a horny dog in heat and banged her in a fucking public toilet at a club, and she fucking loved it. I could tell from the excitement swimming in her eyes.

I myself, by this time, was rock hard. I have a very active libido, and if I'm not in a relationship, I often have to look after myself at night. I hate pornography. I find it crude, unerotic, and frankly a turn-off, but I do love reading erotic stories, especially written by women. I think this has made me a better lover as I understand what many women love most.

DOUBLE THE SIN TWICE THE HEAT AUTHOR’S NOTE; THIS IS A GAY P**N BUT NOT THE REGULAR KIND! This story contains mature themes intended for an adult audience. It explores dark romance elements, including power dynamics, intense emotional tension, possessiveness, and morally complex relationships. Certain scenes may be suggestive, provocative, or uncomfortable for some readers. Please be aware that this is a work of fiction created for entertainment purposes. The relationships and behaviors depicted are not meant to reflect healthy real-life dynamics.

For this reason, I decided to move all then into strange short stories, that is already a storybook of different themes. The w******l policy does not allow me to remove or delete those books, so they will remain there but as a "paused" book. You can find only the introduction of those books on w******l and no else more. But there you can find some covers I made for those stories and that I can not upload here. The stories of a single chapter will continue to be published, of course. Each volume of Strange short stories will have 3 medium-sized stories and about 10 short stories.

For once, I let myself enjoy being completely out of control. Victor stepped closer and slid two thick fingers between my legs, stroking my soaked pussy lips. "She's dripping," he said with a low chuckle. "This little cunt is begging for cock." Damien squeezed my breasts harder from behind. "Her nipples are rock hard too. Such a horny little thing." They laid me down on the large couch. My body sank into the soft cushions as four pairs of hungry eyes roamed over me. I was breathing fast, my chest rising and falling, my legs slightly parted.

A smile crept onto my face as I adjusted my grip on the novel, its cover barely hiding the kind of story that made my heart race. A dark, depraved mafia romance. It had a male lead who didn’t ask permission so much as demand surrender. A man who played with consent the way a composer toyed with notes—artfully, deliberately, with the kind of confidence that made my skin prickle and my thighs press together. One that was over too soon. The kind of book I devoured in a fever and now I was in need of another. Most folks wouldn’t think of the local library as a treasure trove of scandalous reads, but I knew better. The librarians were in on the secret, intentionally filling the shelves with books

as Gwen lowered down and began sucking on the juicy meat, kissing and caressing her stepmother's skin. These were the kinds of thoughts that kept him up at night. Furiously stroking away, that is. Imagining and dreaming... hoping and praying! Though knowing that never in a million years could his mother-daughter threesome experience ever come to fruition. It was the kind of thing left to outlandish p**n videos and subpar smut. The kind of unbelievable, entirely outrageous story lines where several sexy women just miraculously throw themselves at a young, horny man – as if his penis possessed some ungodly power that women found irresistible. No, not Harry... he knew better than to equate real

"An older man fucking you like you're his property. Tell me the truth, Lia." "Yes! Yes, Julian! Harder, please, fuck me harder!" I sobbed, completely losing my mind from the pleasure. He gripped my waist with both of his huge hands, lifting my body slightly with every single downward plunge, driving his dick so deep I could feel it hitting the very top of my womb. The forbidden nature of it, the raw age gap, the way he completely controlled every inch of my body pushed me straight over the edge. My tight walls clamped down on his long dick like a vice, contracting wildly over and over again as a massive, uncontrollable squirt burst out of me, drenching his thighs and his stomach.