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I tell myself I’m just going to rub one out quickly and sleep. I lied. I didn't bother with panties, I stripped naked, climbed onto the four-poster bed, and opened the hidden folder on my phone. The photo I chose is hot, one of Dominic last Christmas in a black button-down, sleeves rolled, top three buttons undone, smirk on his face like he knows exactly what he does to me. I prop the phone against a pillow so it’s eye-level, spread my thighs wide, and pull out my favorite toy, a nine inch, thick, veined silicone, the closest thing I’ve ever found to what I imagine he feels like.

“Look what that body and picture of yours does to your boyfriend's father's cock everyday. It makes it drip of cum at every slightest chance it could get. It makes it hard and ready to pounce on that pussy of yours each time I see your pussy. You know…my cock could go all the way to your womb and make you feel like a real woman, it knows how best it does it”he was sex talking with me. Making my pussy pour without any shame. I watched as he wanked it a few more times till he started to groan slowly. " Go on your fours and do what you know best”he growled as I bent down to take him all in. My saliva covered his cock fully. I took him all the way inside my throat,my boobs clapping against each

I approached her, and she was getting scared. "What's wrong, I dont say anything," she said. Her voice trembled, but suddenly I felt a passion when I saw her frightened face. Strange sexual arousal because it is mixed with anger besides lust. Is it a sexual disorder when you get excited when you see your wife scared? I don't know, but the passion is so urgent to vent. I approached Nadya and pulled her towards me, she was getting scared, and I was getting excited. Maybe it's a sexual disorder, which I just had. And this is the worst part, I slapped Nadya until she fell to the floor. It was the first time I raised my hand to her, and the excitement peaked again when I saw her fall on the floor

“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

He paused, then said without looking up, “I wrote. ‘Patient deflects discomfort with seduction. Attempts to regain control through sexual tension.’” I sucked in a slow breath. “Well,” I muttered. “That’s not sexy at all.” “It’s not supposed to be.” My legs uncrossed and re-crossed, slower this time, not for show but because I needed to move. To feel something. Anything. “Do you think I’m disgusting?” I asked suddenly. That caught him off guard. Barely. But I saw it—the shift in his eyes, like I’d finally said something real. “No,” he said.

The men found a sync quickly. Mike thrust down into Sarah's ass, Alex bucked up into her pussy—alternating slightly so she was never empty. The friction built fast, cocks grinding against each other through her body. Sarah's inner walls clenched and fluttered, juices leaking out around Alex's base, soaking his balls. Sweat slicked everyone's skin; the air grew heavy with the sharp tang of sex, moans blending into a constant hum. Alex's hands gripped Sarah's hips, helping her rock between them, while Mike leaned forward, his chest pressing against her back, one hand sliding around to rub her clit in firm circles.

My heart was pounding, a mix of anger and something sharper, jealousy, maybe that I didn’t want to name. Adrian just smiled, unfazed. He didn’t flinch at my sudden outburst instead, he slowly sat down, grabbed the cup of coffee, and took a slow sip, savoring it while his eyes stayed locked on mine. "Relax, Ethan. I don’t know why you’re getting all worked up. Anyway it would be pointless explaining it to you, but I’ll try my best to say it in words that you might be able to understand. Well, in case you don’t know, I have a master’s degree in psychology and what better way to put that into use if not by diving deeper? So, you know what I did? I ended up becoming a sexologist. Now, you may be

“You just did.” He flushed. “Right. Sorry.” His nervous energy delighted me. “Go on.” “I signed up for this workshop because… I wanted to understand women better. Sexually.” He looked at his shoes. “I’ve never really… pleased anyone. Not truly. And I thought maybe learning how to write it might help me… feel it.” I stepped closer, letting silence stretch between us. He didn’t meet my eyes. “Why do you think you haven’t pleased a woman before?” I asked.

but it's fine they changed their minds faster than I thought. "So this is the section." My eyes widened when I saw a book. “What kind of book is this?” I almost let out a curse when I saw the cover of one book in that section. On the cover there was two men almost hugging each other only wearing their underwears. “Secret to longer homosexual relationships, Male edition,” I read the title out loud. I can't believe with my two eyes that there was a section like this in a bookstore. Am I that innocent to know about what is this?

She felt the hot flood inside her, another man’s claim mixing with the first. As she lay there panting, shuddering through the aftershocks, Sasha’s climax reached its peak. Kael was hammering into her ass with unstoppable force. “Come for me, Sasha,” he growled, gripping her shoulders. Sasha’s cry was sharp, a dagger of pleasure. Her body tightened, then convulsed. Kael held her through it, then drove his own release into her with a final, ground-out groan. For a moment, there was only the sound of heavy breathing, the smell of sex thick in the air.