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But then the feeling slipped away like I was holding water with open fingers. I growled, frustrated, and reached for the rabbit. Then the glass. Then everything. I came close. So close I wanted to cry. But still, nothing. No orgasm. No release. Just an ache that wouldn’t quit and a hunger I couldn’t feed. I was a married woman. Picture-perfect. Celeste, local boutique owner, clean reputation, diamond on my left hand but I have never had an orgasm. Not once, not from my fingers, not from toys, not even during sex.

But at the same time, she didn't know what to do about it. Dana was fast approaching thirty-one, and yet she embarrassingly lacked sexual experience. Her maiden voyage, so to speak, with Nathan was her one and only attempt at lovemaking. Not because she didn't desire sex or intimacy,. She just hadn't found anyone else who drew her in the twelve years she'd hidden. Inexperience, however, didn't mean she was completely clueless. She'd taken to reading romance novels and erotica. She became quite adept at masturbation, touching herself in a quick frenzy that didn't completely satisfy her. However, a self-induced orgasm was one thing, a mind-shattering experience like the one she remembered at N

“Quinn darling, you are wrong. Rowan has so many women imprinted on his brain. His fantasies are not what you can handle from the looks of you. I don’t think you can please him in bed.” “Sasha honey,” Quinn said, playing with her long curly hair cutely. “You were once inexperienced. And I’m an open book. I’m learning a lot about sex and my sexuality without experimenting with men. I’m sure Rowan would enjoy me much more than all the women he’s had. Asides from that, sex never keeps a man.” “And so does love.” Sasha retorted, slightly brushing her shoulders against Quinn as she walked off. Quinn thought of her last statement.

He hadn’t spoken to Douglas in years, but that hadn’t seemed to bother his old friend. They’d talked for quite some time about Rowena and her situation. Douglas had convinced him to trust that she knew what she needed and had recommended ‘Healing Sex: The Right Approach to Healing Sexual Trauma’ a book that encourages women recovering from sexual abuse to live a normal sexual life again and teaches them how to say ‘yes’ to their own sexual desires and on their own terms. He’d bought it immediately and had been racing through it, trying to nail down a game plan before contacting Rowena. There was no doubt… He’d be consulting it frequently and he wasn’t even halfway through.

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the vampire king said before he thrust into me once more. --- That night, I lost count of how many times we did it. Unlike the first time I had sex with each of the kings, that night I seemed like a changed person. My arse didn't hurt as much, and what was more, I was still eager for more. Who knew, the kings might have turned me into an insatiable slut. "Wake up, it's time to leave," Fin whispered. "Fyre found a stream not too far from here." I yawned.

For the past Five years, i had only slept with one man. The idea of stripping down for another terrified me. I was far from a virgin when I met Nathan, but I had never thought about anyone else since then. Who would want me, anyway? I wasn’t the Greek goddess that Nathan fell in love with…young, fine, and tight. I was having gray hairs now, my tits were a little saggy and well my stomach that needed shapewear to look decent in anything. Not to mention, my pussy didn’t get wet without the help of lube most of the time. I’d be a hassle to anyone looking to be pleased sexually.

I lost count of how many times I came. They flipped me onto all fours. Victoria pulled the plug out only to replace it with her strap-on, sliding into my ass in one slow, slick thrust while Elena lay beneath me, licking my clit and fucking herself with the double-ended dildo. The sounds were obscene… wet squelching, skin slapping, three women moaning and begging in one filthy rhythm. Finally, when we were trembling and covered in sweat and lube, Victoria pulled out slowly, the strap-on glistening. She kissed me softly, then Elena, and whispered against our lips…

Attached to a rope chain, it hung in the valley between Callista's large breasts. Since she had begun to explore her new sexual freedom after almost twenty years of marriage, Gabrielle had developed no small fascination with both alternate lifestyles and sexual adventures. So far, having spent the night with a man almost young enough to be her son had been the most daring of her erotic adventures. That fascination had extended to lesbianism and bisexuality, two subjects which were barely discussed the last time she was single. So far, her interests in the topics hadn't extended beyond the theoretical. Not including of course, her active imagination. An imagination that Gabrielle was sure at

It was a raw, wet mess of sex. Splosh. Slap. Splosh. "We are going to shift your womb as a team!" Leo shouted after he pulled his cock out of her mouth. The men began to change places. They moved like a dance. One man would pull out, and another would push in. Lily was never empty. She was constantly being filled by a new, massive cock. She felt the different shapes—the length of Kai, the width of Zane, the power of Jax. She felt her womb being pushed back and forth. She felt like her insides were being melted by the hot water and the hot men. The erotica was so loud. The sound of the bubbles and their heavy breathing filled the night.