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“You’re amazing, too. I only meant to share with you what it could be like with another woman. Men aren’t the only ones who can make you feel special. I hope you understand more now.” “I think I like the p**n flicks...or maybe it’s the bondage that I’m curious about.” She caressed Kiera’s cheek, letting her thumb move over soft lips; Sandi looked into her eyes. “Bondage isn’t as kinky as people think. They don’t understand what’s behind the bondage and how it can enhance sexual experiences. Look what the blindfold did for you.” Kiera’s lips were too close; Sandi wet her own as she enjoyed the look of satisfaction on Kiera’s face.

Back home, it was a non-stop 24-hour fuckfest, every room, every position, every toy. We collapsed only when exhausted, bodies intertwined, whispering promises of more. Our happy relationship thrived on this: the extreme sexual addiction, the building suspense of risks, the trust that let us explore without limits. Every chapter of our story was filthier, deeper, and more loving than the last.

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.

I was dangerously close. My back arched off the bed, two fingers buried deep inside my soaked pussy as I read the filthiest part of the story — the part where the two older men had the girl pinned between them, stretching both her holes while calling her their perfect little whore. “That’s it, baby. Take both our cocks like a good girl.” My thighs started shaking. I was right there… when my mother’s voice suddenly cut through the door. “Serena! Dinner!”

Creighton caressed Sandra’s cheek softly with a long finger. “Very,” he answered slowly. Sandra didn’t say anything, she didn’t know what to say. All she could do was stare and wonder. “I’ve done a lot of things when it comes to sex, Sandra,” he said after a few silent moments. “Some pretty dark things. I’ve done the toys, the bondage, the S and M games, the group sex, the positions and the pornography. But I haven’t done the vanilla thing since Miriam.” “What’s vanilla?”

M. Search. The results flooded the screen. Definitions. Articles. Psychology forums. Bondage and Discipline, Dominance and Submission, Sadism and Masochism. I scrolled past the Wikipedia entries. I clicked on the "Videos" tab. My heart hammered against my ribs. I felt like I was opening a door to hell. I clicked on the first thumbnail. A woman was kneeling on the floor. She was naked, wearing a leather collar. Her hands were tied behind her back with thick, intricate ropes. A man faceless, dressed in a suit stood over her.

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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."

When he saw that the ass was moist enough, he slipped one finger into the boy and began to fuck him brutally with it. “No. Let me go! I can't do this!” “You better shut your mouth and be ready. I'm going to fuck you so hard you'll smell of my cum for days!” “No!” “Time for my cock.” Leo announced and Bryan pleaded, “Please, Teacher Leo! I'm begging you!” Leo chuckled. “I wish I could listen to your pleas too!” Then he suddenly flipped the boy over so they were facing each other. Leo leaned closer to the boy and whispered in a sultry voice with his mouth close to the boy's, “See how hard I am because of you. Can't you see how bad my cock burns badly to be inside your hole?”

I ignored his pleas, reaching for the small cock ring I'd placed on the nightstand earlier and slid it down his shaft, securing it at the base till it was snug. Then I wrapped my hand around his shaft tight and stroked his dick with all my might. Every few strokes I brought my other hand down in a smack against his cock, making it bounce in my grip. He thrashed against the belt, "Sophie, please!", he begged louder, voice cracking. I didn't grant him release. Instead I climbed back onto him, and slid down onto his ringed cock once more. This time I bounced up and down on him like crazy, I was chasing my own orgasm, grinding down hard and using his body for my pleasure.