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He shifts my g-string panties aside, leaving my pussy completely exposed to Isaac’s gaze. Christian drags a finger slowly through my wet folds. “Your pussy is so fucking pretty,” he murmurs. “Fuck off, man!” Isaac sobs, struggling violently. “You need to be arrested for this!” I can see Isaac’s face bulge with rage and I want more of it. I want him to drown in regret. Christian laughs. “I can’t be arrested, man. It’s consensual.” He lifts my right leg, bending me just enough for Isaac to see, then slides under my knee and drags a slow, flat lick up my pussy.

Something aching to be molded. I met him in my Tuesday night workshop. "Erotics of Language"—a curated space for writers who wanted to learn how to use sensuality in storytelling. Most came in with curiosity or thinly veiled hunger. He came in with a notebook gripped like a lifeline and questions trembling on his lips. I noticed him in the third session. He waited until everyone had left to speak to me. “I—um—can I ask you something… off the record?” I folded my arms, tilted my head. “You just did.”

Emily is eighteen and has started developing a banging body, with perfect curves around her. The holiday had been going very well so far and we have enjoyed the week we have already spent here exploring and doing all the things you would expect from tourists and then at night retreating to the two side by side cabins we had rented. Tonight though Amy and myself had decided to stay out a bit later and have a few drinks, all night Amy had teased me, whispering into my ear the things she wanted me to do to her later so by the time we had left the bar I was about ready to tear her clothes off and fuck her in front of everyone there.

He was so sexy and experienced! One long, slim hand trailed between my thighs and my legs fell open in mute surrender. Calix worked a finger between my thighs, stroking the silken flesh of my skin so lightly that my breath caught in my throat and all the while he continued to lave at my nipples one after the other. He pushed my panties to the side and I heard him grunt with male satisfaction as his hand encountered my swollen, wet, pulsing, dripping pussy. I squirmed, widening my legs even more as he immediately dipped one long, straight finger right into my wet pussy.

Secretly, I want to pull his luscious lips back to me, but our relationship must remain a secret. Too many people already know. I don’t want more to find out. A soft, hearty chuckle spills from him as he leans back upright and glances down at his own script. “I don’t know if I can stop myself and do nothing.” Pleasure rushes through me and my body stirs to life at his deep and sexy voice. My mind races through the various naughty things we can do while working in a secluded corner. There are many dark corners here.

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This is it. I was about have sex on my kitchen island with a man I met a few days ago. Nothing crazy about that of course. I tried not to think about it too much, so I mainly focused on my body and how much on fire it was. Tristan was a great kisser, that's for sure. The way he gripped the back of my neck with one hand and my waist with the other drove me crazy. The way he moved his lips in a rhythmic manner on mine pushed my feelings to a certain ecstatic high that was enough to drive me insane.

CONTENT WARNING: This story contains explicit sexual content, detailed discussions of BDSM/kink (including anal play, rimming, impact play, pegging, group sex fantasies, submission, dominance), graphic masturbation fantasies, strong language, and taboo sexual themes. 18+ only. CHAPTER ONE "Hey, Nick, can we join you while you cool down?" I looked up to see a couple of ladies in their own athletic attire. My mind scrambled to match names to faces. I had been in the zone on the run.

Risky heat. Day blurred normal—yard work for him, girls studying in their room. But texts flew: Sophia: "Miss your cock inside me." Isabella: "Breed us again soon." He edged in the bathroom, stroking to their pics they'd snuck—pussies spread, cum leaking from yesterday. Pre-cum dripped, but denied. Lunch was sandwiches, Elena watching close. "You girls glowing. What'd you do?" Isabella shrugged. "Just relaxed." Suspicion brewed.