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Just me, my nerdy glasses constantly slipping down my nose, and the three ripped, dangerously attractive stepbrothers I’ve done everything possible to avoid since they entered my life. Kai, Jax, and Ryker. All tall, heavily tattooed, muscular, and packing the kind of cocks I describe in vivid, vulgar detail in my secret online stories. The ones that made my anonymous account LunaLustWrites explode in popularity. Faceless videos of my body — heavy tits bouncing, my tight pussy stretched and creaming around thick toys, my ass arched high showing that small heart tattoo and distinct mole on my lower back. I write depraved taboo fantasies and film myself living them out in secret. No one knows t

"I don't know. I'm not sure they're that good. I really just make them up for myself." "Whatever you say, girlfriend. But I think you're missing a good bet here." She wondered what Christina would say if she told her about the wildly erotic dreams she'd been having in her paranormal stories. Maybe she should write them down, except there didn't seem to be an ending. They were more scenes than a complete story and the hero in them was a blur, despite the incredible things they did together. And how pathetic was she that her sex life took place only in her imagination? She had apparently turned into the public's skewed view of the librarian. She had never been very good with the opposite sex,

The clock had just begun to strike when Jemma pulled Maggie into her arms on the sofa, holding her tightly, kissing her, licking her ear, nibbling on her neck (an act that had Jemma cumming herself, knowing what she was about to reveal to her submissive Mistress). "I must tell you something, Maggie," she whispered in the older woman's ear. Maggie smiled softly and looked questioningly into Jemma's eyes. "You know how we have fantasized about goth scenes, and vampire sex, and all?" Maggie nodded. "Well, it's not just a fantasy for me." Maggie gasped as Jemma's lips kissed down her cheek and jaw and her tongue licked teasingly along Maggie's neck. "What do you mean, Jemma my love?"

WARNING Explicit stepmother/stepson incest (he calls her "Mom" while he's balls-deep) • Raw cheating on the husband/father • Rough degrading sex: choking, slapping, spitting, hair-pulling, "slut" talk • Bareback creampies, facials, swallowing • Almost-getting-caught adrenaline • Age-gap filth + forbidden obsession Arranged-marriage jealousy and heartbreaking goodbye sex This is NOT romance. This is pure, dripping, no-limits taboo erotica. About "Hooked on his Dick" One open door was all it took. Natasha walks in on her stepson Noah stroking the biggest cock she's ever seen and instead of walking out, her panties soak through. From that second, they're doomed. Secret quickies while Dad

With the door to talking about sex cracked open, she added, "I enjoy a good sexual fantasy as much as the next woman, I guess. Which genres of stories do you like most?" "Normally it would be the hot-wife stories," Cheryl answered, "But I was reading a really hot incest/taboo story there the other day where the characters happened to be named Darlene, James, and Shannon." She looked Darlene in her surprised eyes and with a suggestive grin she added, "It's hard for me to imagine that's just coincidence. Did you write that story? Is that your taboo fantasy I was reading?" Darlene was a bit taken aback by her friend's blunt question, but her tone and the look on her face were certainly not judg

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Her pussy glistened with arousal, lips puffy and twitching, clit already begging. She whimpered. Then something touched her. A warm enchanted tendril ran along the folds of her cunt. Not rough nor gentle but curious. “So wet already,” he murmured. “You’re aching to be used. Do you fantasize about being forced, little acolyte? Being taken on the altar while your sisters pray above?” “Stop it—gods, stop—” Another tendril flicked her clit. She jerked violently. Her mouth opened in a moan before she could stop it.

“And you wanted me to notice.” “Yes.” He hooked his fingers into her thong and dragged it down her thighs, letting it pool at her ankles. Cool air hit her soaked pussy. He groaned softly. “Look at you. Dripping down your legs already.” One thick finger traced her seam, gathering wetness, then pushed inside without warning. She moaned, pushing back. He added a second finger, pumping slow and deep, curling to hit that spot that made her knees buckle. “You’ve been fantasizing about this, haven’t you?” he said against her ear, leaning over her. “About me bending you over my desk and fucking you raw while the campus walks by outside.”

The next few days after that first night were pure torture and pure heaven at the same time. Ethan and I barely kept our hands off each other. We fucked in the shower while the water ran loud enough to cover my moans, on the kitchen counter when he came home early from job hunting, and once even in the laundry room while the washing machine was on spin cycle. Every time felt more dangerous and more addictive. I knew it was wrong — Alex was thousands of miles away trusting both of us — but the guilt only made the sex hotter.

They alternated, spit-roasting me, hands pinning my wrists. I came repeatedly, body shaking, until they both pulled out, cumming on my tits and face. Hot ropes of semen marked me, their possession complete. As we lay tangled, sweat-slicked, I knew this was just the beginning. My deceptions were unravelling into reality, and I craved every taboo moment.