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“And most people just skim between the sex scenes, anyway, in these types of books.” Gregory laughed, losing his breath. “Most people don’t have your absolute focus on sex, Vixen.” “Shame, that. If everyone focused on getting off, they wouldn’t get into all other sorts of strife,” she was teasing him. “Do you want me to tell you a real porn story, rather than one from a book?”

I met her online, on some dating site. I can't remember which one exactly, I have so many on my phone, and this was sometime ago when I first returned to the country. We added each other on a few social medias, Snapchat, kik, and i*******m. What initially attracted me to her, was her long blonde hair, her big eyes that her makeup just made pop, and her very impressive deep cleavage. We chatted a little bit here and there, and eventually talked more. She loved sex, was very open about it, and enjoyed talking about it. I'm the exact same way, and it's gotten me into trouble a few times. So talking to someone with the same openness is always welcomed. She revealed to me that want really gets he

Chapter 2: The Reveal & First Meeting The next few days blurred into a haze of filthy anticipation. Ava and SirM chatted every single night. What started as teasing quickly became marathon sexting sessions that left her exhausted, dripping, and aching for more. She would finish classes, rush home, lock her door, and open VelvetChat like an addict needing a fix. SirM: Tell me what you’re wearing right now, thick girl. ThickLittleSecret: Just an oversized t-shirt. No bra. Panties are already wet thinking about you.

She then told me she was having sex after almost seven months as Mr. Mehta just does not seem to have time for her. She also told me this was the best sex she ever had. As I left her house and my virginity with her, she looked at me with a smile saying we will continue our exercise the next day, and continue what we did for a long time only it was more of a sexcercise.

When Lauren’s new friend, Vivian, invites her to a club she thinks will be a typical nightclub. But as she steps inside, she realizes it's a sex club. Her Thursday night takes a steamy turn that she never could have imagined. With a few cocktails down her throat, she lets her delirious urges cloud her mind, and soon she begins to crave sexual fantasies that she never thought she would. #SteamyNight #SexClubExperience #UnexpectedDesires #EroticFantasy #NightclubSurprise #ThursdayNightThrills #DeliriousUrges #AlexanderAndLauren #SexualAwakening #FantasyFulfilled

“Better than those dirty stories you write in your diary?” I winked at her and saw the coldness in her countenance. “I only write, I have never really experienced them.” “What do you write about then? Your fantasies?” “Even better…I write about how I fanstasize other people having sex.” I was dumbfounded. “Oh my goodness, that is the horniest thing I have ever heard.”

The wet sounds were obscene. Alex watched me with dark eyes, thrusting up to meet me. “Look at you riding your brother’s best friend’s cock in your pink bedroom. Such a naughty fucking girl.” He reached up and pinched my nipples, rolling them roughly. “Moan for me. Let me hear it.” “Ahhhh… yesss… Alex, your cock feels so good!” I moaned louder, grinding my clit against him on every downstroke. He spanked my ass in rhythm, urging me faster.

For a moment, there was only the sound of heavy breathing, the smell of sex thick in the air. Then Sasha, still trembling, slid down beside Abegail. Her face was flushed, triumphant. She kissed Abegail’s sweaty forehead. “You see, bestie? This is what freedom feels like.” Kael collapsed back onto the booth, his chest heaving. Leo slowly withdrew from Abegail’s pussy, a satisfied sigh leaving his lips.

My voice was shaky as I spoke. I saw her smiling before she finally spoke, I black eyes were shining with something I couldn't quite name. No… the opposite of what I was wanting to hear from her… your writing was loving and powerful. I love your story because I love erotic stories myself and I'd like to talk more about it with you. “So are you free this weekend Come to my place Sunday at eight.” I felt my heartbeat increase is it the test that I don't want her to give me that she wants to give me in her house? Or is it something else? I asked myself.