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I had come upon the above ad while surfing through an Internet sex site, and it caught my attention for a number of reasons. Not the least of these was an accompanying photograph, showing a cute, smiling woman with a wide, full, red mouth and long, rather unruly, curly blonde hair. The idea of fucking a babe like this – in front of her manfriend – was tempting indeed. Watersports were one of my kinks too, and I had often played piss games with my womanfriend. The couple, I noted, lived in my city. Did I dare contact them?

The silence stretches again, but this time it is a charged, dangerous vacuum. “How many times have you had sex with him since the encounter at the club?” she asks slowly, deliberately, the question measured out like poison. I bite down hard against my bottom lip, refusing to meet her gaze, and slowly look down at the floor, utterly defeated. *Oh my God, how do I tell her this?* The truth is sickening. I can’t even count the exact number. It has been a blur of clandestine meetings and desperate surrender. This should be literally not less than four or five times.

I poured the last red wine into the glass and carried it up upstairs. The laptop screen glowed as I created the website account. VelvetVixen. I, however, slipped into the black lace set I bought on impulse last year, which cupped my breasts and left my hips bare. My nipples already tightened against the thin fabric when I sat on the edge of the bed and hit “Go Live.” At first, I only teased myself. Fingers tracing the lace, slow circles over my thighs with a hand full of strangers typed hearts and fire emojis. I saw the tips trickle in, I told myself it was just for money but when the first tip hit—it was fifty dollars from someone named Regular47.

When Lauren’s new friend, Vivian, invites her to a club she thinks will be a typical nightclub. But as she steps inside, she realizes it's a sex club. Her Thursday night takes a steamy turn that she never could have imagined. With a few cocktails down her throat, she lets her delirious urges cloud her mind, and soon she begins to crave sexual fantasies that she never thought she would. #SteamyNight #SexClubExperience #UnexpectedDesires #EroticFantasy #NightclubSurprise #ThursdayNightThrills #DeliriousUrges #AlexanderAndLauren #SexualAwakening #FantasyFulfilled

The ropes bit into her skin in pretty patterns, and the sight made my nipples tighten against my dress. My breathing was getting shallow. I could feel myself getting wet, the slickness between my thighs impossible to ignore as we moved from scene to scene. Alexander pointed out different kinks: a St. Andrew’s cross with a man being caned until his ass glowed red, a couple engaged in sensual wax play where hot drips made the woman gasp and writhe, a quiet corner where a Domme had her submissive licking her boots while she casually chatted with friends. Every explanation he gave was calm, but his voice grew rougher with each one. I noticed the way his hand froze at my back, his fingers occasio

We started a back-and-forth conversation thread, had a few laughs, realized joint-interests, and decided we could be a match. I wanted her really bad, but she just wouldn’t meet with me. Talking back and forth was going nowhere. I was constantly left wanting more! So I said, ‘Screw her!’ and started talking to a few other women on the site. Soon I had a teacher, a yoga instructor, and a nurse all sending me messages. There was the same back and forth, but these women actually seemed interested in meeting...and having sex. The yoga instructor in particular seemed interesting. I imagined she’d be quite flexible, and that was a huge turn-on for me.

but like I said, it’s a craze. Yet there I was, looking absolutely nothing like a lady. Why don’t we have mirrors in bathroom stalls, that way I wouldn’t have to guess how disheveled I look. Even the thought of it seemed to fuel my sex craze. My pace picked up, so much that I could feel my legs shaking from the effect. “Yessssss…yessss ... .please” I panted out loud, as I felt myself getting closer. And just like that, the fireworks exploded inside me, accompanied by what I could only describe as an animalistic growl.

His yellow eyes shone like bright lights as his panting grew heavier. I felt him grow impossibly bigger, further tearing my insides. He locked his right hand on my neck and pressed tight, almost cutting off my windpipe. But the funny thing was how aroused it made me. The werewolf's thrusts became hurried, slapping into my arse like it was an unbreakable hole. "Take my seed." His growl came before I felt his seed deep within me. --- We went at it all night. He took me in his bathroom, on the table, and even on the floor.

“We are not exactly virgins when it comes to controversy.” That was the truth. The Playbook had been the focus of quite a few online rants from unhappy women who thought they were sexist pigs. They were just guys being guys. And sure, in the early days they might have pushed the boundaries sometimes. But these days they were respectable businessmen providing a service for other men out there. It wasn't like they were a porn website. In fact, they didn't even have a ‘page three girl,’ or any women featured on their website. There were a plethora of websites out there for women so what was the big deal about having one just for men?

I wonder how gay people make love, never have I ever been attracted to any man other than Ethan. I instantly g****e 'How do gay people make out?' I see pictures, videos, and GIFs of men kissing, groping, and grinding nakedly. Oh god. I click on one of the links, the site is full of gay p**n with weird titles; Shakespeare in lust. Once upon a time in cock-tale. Tales of the dark hole. Star Trek: The next penetration. I cringe as I read their titles, but I scroll down anyway. Curiosity takes me to the amateur category.