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I jumped, spinning around. He was standing there in the dim lamplight, arms crossed, looking equal parts shocked and annoyed. “You can’t learn sex from videos. It’s not a chemistry class, for fuck’s sake. Those are actors, staged for cameras. Real sex? It’s messy, personal, about connection and communication. Not some formula you memorize.” My cheeks burned with embarrassment. I stood up, facing him. We were close…too close. Close to the point I could smell his body wash.

Her fingers twisted in his letterman jacket, yanking him closer while his big hands groped her ass under her short plaid skirt. *Finally. Fuck, I need this.* Lila’s mind was a whirlwind of pure horniness. She hadn’t had a good, hard fuck in months. College boys were either too gentle or finished in two minutes. But Tyler? Everyone whispered about him in the dorms—the way he could ruin a girl and leave her walking funny for days. She was soaked already, her pussy throbbing with weeks of frustration. The door clicked shut behind them. The classroom lights were off, only the faint glow from the emergency exit sign and moonlight through the half-open blinds illuminating the rows of desks. They d

Now he was in college and met a lot of hot coeds, but churches were still his favorite place to meet women. The church he was attending was in the college town where he went to school. During the first semester he dated three girls he met at that church and had sex with all of them. Gossip spread to the other women in the church that he had a big cock and knew how to use it. He started to quietly get a lot of attention from women in the church and community. They weren't just high school or college girls either. Women in their late twenties and early thirties were flirting with him and some of them were even married. The more women he fucked the more his reputation as a great lover grew. Luk

On the other side of the city, felicity’s morning began differently. She was sitting on the campus lawn with Victoria and Gwen, sunlight warming her skin, her laughter mixing with theirs. Victoria had just finished telling a story about accidentally emailing a lecturer a meme instead of her assignment. “Stop, I’m serious,” Victoria said, clutching her stomach. “He replied. What is this Victoria?” Felicity nearly choked on her drink “You didn’t!” “I did!” “You’re chaos in human form” Gwen said, falling over. They laughed until their sides hurt, the kind of laughter that healed something small inside her.

6 weeks later Zander’s POV I can’t believe this semester is almost over. I really have to thank Isabella for getting me through this semester. It was hard to adjust to the pressure of college football and the heavier workload in the Economics program, but I have just one more exam to go. Isabella is ingrained in my life now. At school and football, we act like friends, but when we’re by ourselves at home, it’s like we’re a married couple. We’ve talked about everything and anything, shared our hopes and dreams, and explored our sexual relationship. We explored it a lot, maybe too much, because we can’t seem to get enough of each other. We have both come a long way from the timid virgins readi

that felt like the most powerful ending for this couple. Okay, that was the heartfelt, literary reason. Now for the completely, utterly ridiculous and honest reason: I literally could not write another sex scene. I am not joking. We were closing in on 80,000 words on this thing! A hundred thousand words! Do you have any idea how many different ways there are to describe a hand running through hair? Or a deep gaze across a room? I was starting to lose my mind trying to come up with fresh, non-repetitive action. I truly don't think I would have survived trying to write a fresh, unique, meaningful, and non-absurdly-long sex scene at this point in the narrative. My fingers were cramping, my thes

I sputtered and goggled at her. “If Grandmawas here, she’d probably tell me to get do an in interview with her and publish it in the paper. Besides, I haven’t even had sex. How could I write about it? How does sex pertain to anything that would be relevant in the university paper?” “She’s right,” Cheryl nodded too, her eyes taking on the same faraway look. “You could bill it as part of sex education, or isn’t there a class on human sexuality in one of the departments? Psychology or something?”

I had hoped that love could overcome ambition. That weekend, Sienna came to Marcus's apartment, and they didn't leave bed for most of the day. It was a marathon of sex and conversation, of exploration and discovery. She showed him exactly how much pressure she liked on her clit while he was inside her. He discovered that if he held her hair tight while she went down on him, she came from that alone, the submission and control mixing into something intoxicating. They talked between sessions, lying tangled together in his sheets. "Tell me about her," Sienna said, her fingers drawing patterns on his chest. "The ex-fiancée."

**Host’s Introduction** Welcome back... Power can be the ultimate aphrodisiac. Especially when it’s held by a man who knows exactly how to break a woman down and rebuild her into his perfect little pet. Tonight’s confession is about a strict professor and his failing student — turned into a very personal, very secret research subject on the limits of female pleasure. This one is slow-burning, controlling, and deliciously filthy. Here is the confession of “Professor’s Pet Project.” ---