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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.

“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.

"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,

************** Burning Sex1 The loud grunts from a man in the thrall of unbridled passion echoed through the darkness. I lay face down on the bed with my ass in the air and the huge mountain of a man relentlessly pounding his thick cock into me. Slap, slap, slap. our flesh merged in an almost violent frenzy of lust. my face was contorted and sweaty as this heated exchange of pent-up desire released the fury of a raging fire I had long thought lost. I was about to climax again. No man had taken me to this realm of sexual delight before. No man could vanquish this need and fulfill the darkened desires I craved. Until I met HIM.

The alcohol was still thick in her veins, Rissa felt herself unraveling in slow, syrupy waves, her legs falling wider and hips lifting toward his hand when his rough fingers finally slipped between her thighs and found how embarrassingly wet she already was. “Fuck,” Ronan breathed, the word almost reverent. “All this for a man who won’t even look at you?” He worked her open with slow, merciless strokes, curling two fingers deep inside, while his thumb circled her clit in tight, unrelenting loops. Larissa’s head thrashed against the pillow, a broken sob caught in her throat every time he dragged against that spot inside her that made stars burst behind her eyelids. She was close, dangerously

I felt impossibly stuffed, every nerve ending screaming with dark pleasure. They began to move. Damien thrust up into my pussy while Lucas drove into my ass from behind. The rhythm built into something punishing. My body rocked between them, breasts bouncing, skin slapping loudly against skin. Sweat slicked our bodies. The air grew thick with the scent of sex : musk, arousal, and raw lust. I could hear my own broken moans mixing with their low groans. Every thrust sent jolts through me. The friction was exquisite. Overwhelming.

I asked, suddenly feeling entirely exposed under her stare. “Too much?” Amy grabbed my shoulders and whirled me toward the three-way mirror. “Look at yourself! You look insanely sexy, Nova. You look like a fantasy.” A fantasy. The word struck a chord deep in my belly, bringing back the exact heat of the shower water, the slick friction of my own fingers, and the memory of Finn and Kelly tearing me apart. I imagined them seeing me in this. I imagined Finn ripping this crimson fabric open, or Kelly bunching it up around my waist to look at my wet pussy.

“But I think we need to slow down a little and try something new together. Something I’ve been wanting to do with you.” She reached for the remote and turned on the large TV in their bedroom. She opened a hidden folder and selected a video. The screen lit up with two gorgeous women locked in an intense scissoring position — their pussies pressed tightly together, sliding and grinding in slow, wet circles. Their moans were loud, breathy, and real. One woman was on top, rolling her hips in perfect figure-eights while the other arched her back and gripped her thighs, their swollen clits rubbing visibly with every slippery movement.

She is everything—every fantasy, every craving, every desire wrapped into one unbearable reality that I cannot escape. And those breasts—fuck. I can’t stop my hands from caressing them, kneading the soft flesh with a hunger I have never known before. Desire pours through me like molten steel, heavier and hotter than anything I thought possible. Normally, sex is just a game to me. A pastime. A delicious distraction. I take women, fuck them hard, relish in their screams, and then I let go. I forget their names, their faces, their voices, everything. They never linger in my mind longer than it takes me to button my shirt.

THEME: Dark, Intrusive, Taboo Stranger Encounter. KINKS: Stranger sex, voyeurism, rough dominance, forced orgasm, consensual non-consent sex. I wake up with a start, ... Not even knowing why. My skin tingles and I sit up, noticing that my apartment is quiet. I blink severally, adjusting my eyes to the darkness slowly while I look around nervously. The streetlight outside is throwing pale light across my floor and my room is still they way it was when I went to bed---- nothing looks out of place---- but I can’t shake off the feeling that jolted me awake.