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Triple-stuffed, her body convulsed in dirty ecstasy. “Take the triple, you insatiable whore… dildo in your mouth, cocks in your pussy and ass, filling you completely, fucking you until you cum again,” Stefan growled. The room reeked of pure sex, moans echoing off the marble walls, the mirrors reflecting the depravity: Pathy in the middle, cocks sliding in and out, fluids flying everywhere.

Neither of us had fucked a girl’s cunt for way too long and the sexual tension was nearly unbearable. By now even the p**n was wearing on me and my searches were getting a bit more adventurous. One day during one of my “private sessions” I went to *********** something from a p**n site’s category list and was too sloppy about where my curser was positioned. Suddenly my whole screen was filled with images of guys having sex with GUYS! Keith and I were both very straight so my kneejerk reaction was repulsion. I quickly pulled out of that category and tried to forget it. Then I realized it had made my dick as stiff as a flagpole! Still, I tried to ignore this and got to back to my old, familiar

The e-mail showed that Selena was Googling pornographic websites - specifically sites which catalogued and stored sex stories. As he checked the screenshots and the text which was being typed into the search bar, he found that she was looking for stories which dealt with S&M, dominance and submission, bondage and humiliation. The next e-mail had a screenshot of the story that she was apparently reading, since the next several e-mails all had screenshots of the same story, just pages later.

It wasn’t the name that caught me off guard, but the vulgar photo of two werewolves in their animal form having sex. “One Night Stand club,” Tessa introduced. “They’re meant for having sex within their members in order to increase their points exponentially.” I smelled a familiar scent and found Jaxon bypassing through the line to input his name in. The others squealed in excitement as soon as they saw him. “Are you interested in—” I cut Tessa’s question off by dragging her away from their booth. “Well, I’m assuming you don’t like that club.” I shook my head. “It’s a breeding site for infections,” I muttered.

Well, not really, I thought as I stared at some of the pictures that appeared when the site opened up for me. My heart raced a little as I saw picture after picture of sexual activities, things I’d never dreamed about people doing. My eyes were wide and my palms sweaty as I saw pictures of group sex and clicked on those. There were stories with some of the pictures, details about how the event had unfolded and I had to admit, some of the stories the posters added were really hot.

"Fix bad sex in marriage." Many links came up. Some were videos. Some were books. But one caught her eye. It was an ad for the Institute of Sensual Arts. "Private 30-day program. Unlock your pleasure. Professional trainers. Discreet." Rebecca clicked on it. The website looked clean and expensive. It promised results. Real transformation. Women who went there learned to enjoy their bodies. They learned to drive their partners wild. "This could work," she whispered. "I can become the wife he wants. Then he will stay."

Trigger Warnings 18+ ONLY This collection contains explicit sexual content including: Graphic MM sex scenes BDSM dynamics Dubious consent Power exchange Rough sex Possessive/dominant behavior Strong language Reader discretion is strongly advised. A collection of stories about men who want more... Strangers in dark clubs, rivals who can't keep their hands off each other, alphas and Omegas bound by something older than either of them, two men who've been circling each other for years finally giving in. Every story stands alone. Every story burns differently. Some are quick and dirty, some take their time. Some are about the first time, and some are about the last

Fûck You, Ex-husband (2) There and then, I decided I was going to get fucked until Trevor became nothing more than a fading bruise in my past. And maybe, if things went right, I wouldn’t have to be Danielle Greeley anymore. Before I could stop myself, I was scrolling through the singleswildfuck.com website. They advertised cruises for single adults, but I wasn't there looking for romance. I didn’t want a connection or conversation. I wanted sex. Pure, unfiltered, uncomplicated. After Trevor, I had no patience left for anything else.

Sasha lowered her pussy onto Abegail’s waiting mouth. Abegail’s world narrowed to sensations. The weight of Sasha on her face, the taste of her on her tongue. The relentless, pounding drive of Kael’s cock splitting her open, hitting a spot deep inside that made her see stars. The slap of Leo’s balls against her chin. She was a vessel for their pleasure, and in turn, her own pleasure spiraled higher, coiling tighter than before.

“Eat me. God, your husband has no idea what a filthy slut his wife really is.” Norma moaned into her cunt, the shame only making her wetter. They fucked like that for hours, trying every position, using every toy Norma had brought — the wand buzzing against swollen clits, the strap-on filling them both, scissoring until their thighs were drenched and their voices hoarse. Every orgasm left them needing more, greedy for another, like the sex itself was a secret drug. When morning came, Norma’s phone buzzed with a text from her husband: Hope work isn’t too crazy. Can’t wait to see you tonight.