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My friend, Alex, is slightly shorter and skinnier than I am; again with blonde hair and a few muscles here and there. A few weeks ago, I spent the weekend at Alex’s beach house. One thing led to another and we ended up spending the night having steamy hot sex in the shower. It felt amazing and I keep going back to it in my mind over and over again. I’m not really attracted to guys in general, but Alex is a different story. He turns me on more than any girl ever has, and now I masturbate more over him than anyone else. I can’t help but regret having sex with Alex; it was gay sex after all, and I had always pictured myself to grow up to be straight as an arrow. I had decided to let things cool

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Breeding fantasies peaked: "Gonna knock you up. Both my whores pregnant with my seed." Switched to Isabella—same double fill, her fuller body taking him deeper. "Breed my holes, Daddy. Cum everywhere." He alternated relentless, hours blurring—morning to afternoon. Orgasms crashed multiple—girls cumming from double stuff, pussies and asses clenching. He filled Sophia's pussy first, cum overflowing. "Take my load." Then Isabella's ass, hot ropes deep inside. Pulled out dripping, made them lick each other clean—tongues in cum-filled holes.

At least I wouldn’t be alone with someone I loathed. “I like the idea of slipping my tongue into your mouth more.” Shit. I could feel my blood rushing at his words. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t affected by everything that happened between us—we’d seen each other naked, I’d seen him have sex, and he’d seen me masturbating. All of it made me lose my mind whenever I faced him. “I’m going to tell Zach about all of this,” I said as calmly as possible, trying to pretend I wasn’t shaken.

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Severally, Katherine had read that sex could be used to free someone or to hold them as captives. She realized that she was about to try using sex to relieve Rick of his stress. That sounds a stupid thing to do cause it won’t help him fix his problem, but for some reason, Katherine felt that it was the right thing to do still. With that in mind, she kissed him, and when he felt the electricity that ran across his body, he kissed her back. The kiss that had begun slowly led them to undress each other, and soon, Rick was making Katherine bend, touching the toilet seat as he thrust into her from behind.

Other than that, and a pair of brown leather boots, I just came as I was. “Right,” I said, winking back at her as we had discussed our plans for the talk a little beforehand. “And to drive our subject home, we thought that if any of you had a desire to display their sexuality here, they’re more than welcome to do so. I’d encourage any woman to pay a visit to the area between my legs while I know Novella would be happy about every drop of cum she can get. Vella looked a bit nervous, but smiled and nodded, then turned to me. “So...” she said, suddenly lost for words.

The ropes bit into her skin in pretty patterns, and the sight made my nipples tighten against my dress. My breathing was getting shallow. I could feel myself getting wet, the slickness between my thighs impossible to ignore as we moved from scene to scene. Alexander pointed out different kinks: a St. Andrew’s cross with a man being caned until his ass glowed red, a couple engaged in sensual wax play where hot drips made the woman gasp and writhe, a quiet corner where a Domme had her submissive licking her boots while she casually chatted with friends. Every explanation he gave was calm, but his voice grew rougher with each one. I noticed the way his hand froze at my back, his fingers occasio

She looked comfortable, like she owned the place. “Getting late, Matt,” she said softly. “You look tense. Why don’t you tell me a story? Or better yet, let me tell you one.” She started talking in that low, husky voice. Stories about late-night deals, fast cars, and men who thought they could control her. Every one had a dirty edge. How she once made a rival boss beg on his knees. How power felt better when it came with pleasure. Matt listened, pretending it was just work, but his dick stayed rock hard the whole time.

I had soaked the sheets down to the mattress. The faintest grin crossed Nathan’s face. “You need some kind of pleasure in your life. I can’t give it to you. Not like this. Remember all the fun we used to have? All the sexy shit we used to do.” A shiver ran down my spine as I thought about Nathan in healthier times. Our love life had never been an issue. No matter how broken we were, or how petty the argument, our sex life was something that never suffered. Sometimes we would fight over the smallest of things just to end up fucking like rabbits. It was a miracle I didn't get pregnant.