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I dominated them relentlessly, my muscled arms flexing as I held her leg high, my other hand bruising his hip, thrusting between their holes with urgent rhythm. The office air thickened with the scent of sex—musky sweat, her sweet arousal, his earthy heat—every sense overwhelmed. Emotion surged through me too; this wasn't just fucking, it was claiming them, husband and wife yielding to my massive cock, their marriage twisting into this heated threesome where I was the center, the one making them whole. Mrs. Collins' nails dug into my shoulders, sharp bites that sent jolts straight to my balls, her curvy body arching as I slammed back into her pussy.

“Oh, come on. I love children. And you know what, I don’t even care if she already has a child from another man.” It was my turn to pull out a heavy sigh. Then, an idea came into my mind, and I knew my eyes sparked as I looked at him. “What is it?” he asked. “One author says in her book to ‘sexually fulfill your mate.’ Have you met this aspect?” I suddenly felt uncomfortable and regretted what I said. It’s a delicate subject and shouldn’t be discussed between a man and a woman outside marriage. “My goodness, Yen. I’m so good at it. Believe me.”

“Maybe we should do it fast.” “You always wanna do it fast,” he drawled. “You always wanna do it slow,” she retorted. Domini stretched out on the bed with her arms above her head, one knee up, one leg down, back arched, breasts thrust up, knowing the wanton pose drove Cam crazy. After Cam removed his prosthesis, he rolled on top of her. “Are we havin’ our first married-couple fight about sex?” “No, but I think it’s important we learn to compromise right away.” She traced the line of his broad shoulders and down that muscular back, to those oh-so-wonderfully tight buns.

“It was good at the start, but I just can’t get it up any more. She’s definitely going to leave me.” Your heart bleeds for him. To have a wife as sexy as Karen, and be unable to take advantage. It must really suck. “Have you seen anyone about this?” you ask. “Perhaps if you saw a therapist, they could work out what’s going on with you…” Sean shakes his head and comprehensively shuts you down. “I did that. I don’t want to talk about it.” “Okay, well, there’s other things you can do to satisfy her. You know… like oral sex…”

“I thought that our sex life was perfectly fine, and now you’re saying that it’s not good enough.” “It’s not that it’s not good enough,” I say. “I just worry that we’re gonna get married, and we’ll turn into one of those old married couples who never touch each other. There’s a long, palpable silence between us. Both of us can only stare at each other incredulously before Adam finally speaks up. When he does, I can feel my heart sink. “I don’t know what you want me to say,” he bites out, his jaw tense. I wring my hands. “I just think maybe our sex life isn’t as exciting as it could be. And sex is really important to me, so…”

The sexual revolution meant that women were no longer afraid of wanting sex, they just wanted to feel a connection with their partner first. One of their very ardent protestors had claimed that his column perpetuated a date rape culture, but that was the last thing Finn wanted. The one thing he made absolutely sure of when he advised men on how to pick up women was that no absolutely meant no. To find a sexual partner, even if it was only for one night, there had to be mutual attraction. Sex was only truly satisfying when both partners were enjoying it. When he advised other men on the art of seduction, his first rule was that he wasn't allowed to come until she did. He had been amazed at ho

What if Donald took Alexa to his house last night, and in the process of consoling her or trying to make her feel better they end up having sex? The thought of that made my heart squeeze in pain. Sexless marriage. Sexual dysfunction. Those were Alexa’s grounds for a divorce. In all the years that they were married, they never had sex, and that was because I had been dealing with a health condition after the accident. “I’m a woman, Mark. I am tired of being in a sexless marriage.” Those were also Alexa’s words, etched in my heart boldly. She stated that she was woman with sexual needs, so what if she decided to succumb to Donald’s charms and comforting arms and allowed him to have his way wit

“Eat me. God, your husband has no idea what a filthy slut his wife really is.” Norma moaned into her cunt, the shame only making her wetter. They fucked like that for hours, trying every position, using every toy Norma had brought — the wand buzzing against swollen clits, the strap-on filling them both, scissoring until their thighs were drenched and their voices hoarse. Every orgasm left them needing more, greedy for another, like the sex itself was a secret drug. When morning came, Norma’s phone buzzed with a text from her husband: Hope work isn’t too crazy. Can’t wait to see you tonight.

“No one’s ever put it like that before. Not my exes. Not even my therapist.” “Most people don’t think about sex as anything more complicated than missionary versus doggy style.” He shrugged. “But you saw my nightstand. That’s just the shallow end of the pool.” “Should I start with Fifty Shades of Grey?” I asked, my voice half teasing, half desperate. “No.” He laughed, a warm rumble. “That’s terrible research. If you want to learn, I’ll give you better books.” “BDSM?” “Sexuality. Behavior. Safe practices. Power dynamics. Consent.” His hand slid higher, cupping my hips, pulling me down so that his arousal pressed hard against the slick heat at my center. His face hovered inches from mine. “Kno

A sharp sense that something was off. They mentioned Travis had a secret Reddit account. Hoping to catch him, I dredged up the username I vaguely remembered and searched it. An account popped up with the same profile picture. The pinned post stopped me cold. It read: “I finally married the girl I’ve secretly loved for years, but my sex drive is extremely high. How can I make her enjoy it without leaving emotional scars?” The next post: “There’s too much temptation out there. If she thinks I’m boring, that’s on me. If I try pleasing her this way, will she kick me out?”