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My voice came out softer than I wanted. “You can.” His hand moved. His fingers brushed over my wrist as he turned the page. It was not an accident. I felt the rough pad of his thumb slide slowly across the inside of my wrist. He left it there for a second longer than he needed to. “But you have to stop being scared of the heat. This story has real heat in it, Lila. Don’t sand it down. Don’t make it polite. Write the dirty truth.”

“Relax Lara, you're allowed to look. You're an adult right?“ He asks with a tilt his head, still wearing that predatory smile, like he is playing with me and strangely, I like it. “Lara?“ He calls my name, “yes…I'm an adult” I respond as I lick my lips nervously. “That's my favorite one” he says, nudging his chin towards the magazine behind me. Blushing deep red, I bring it out reluctantly, I've been caught. “I think you should read out loud to me“ he says and my brain goes offline instantly. “W-what?“ I whisper. “Come on, stepsis” he says, “it would be so much fun” he adds. Can I really read these out loud?

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“Better than those dirty stories you write in your diary?” I winked at her and saw the coldness in her countenance. “I only write, I have never really experienced them.” “What do you write about then? Your fantasies?” “Even better…I write about how I fanstasize other people having sex.” I was dumbfounded. “Oh my goodness, that is the horniest thing I have ever heard.”

“We need a better story for Christmas.” Maya said it while she was still in bed, phone in one hand, Lila’s leg thrown over hers. Morning light cut across the sheets. The laptop sat closed on the nightstand. The camera was packed away. For once the apartment looked normal. Lila didn’t open her eyes. “We already have a story. Early shifts at the campus library. Overtime. Whatever.” “Dad’s not going to buy overtime through the whole break. He already thinks we’re avoiding them.”

There was one solitary, big book on a low table between them. "The title of the tale is The Binding of Autumn," he began, his voice an entrancing whisper just in harmony with the shriek of the fire. “It's the tale of a harvest god who offers a mortal woman a choice: one night of absolute freedom for one year of unimaginable riches for her people." He didn't move as his eyes met hers. "The consent is the matter at hand. It must be freely bestowed, not coerced, and whispered three times into the skin of his throat." “Do you have any idea what sort of story you're going to be reading me tonight?”

The air in the library was thick with the scent of old books and the faint hum of fluorescent lights. Sadile Marconi, her fiery red hair cascading over her shoulders like a river of flames, sat at a secluded table, her green eyes darting between the pages of her textbook and the clock on the wall. The numbers seemed to mock her, ticking away the minutes until her next class, a class she was dangerously close to failing.

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I stepped off the boat to the wooden dock, and the warm night air hit me like a slap. My heart was pounding hard already, and my pussy was getting wet just from the smell of the ocean mixed with that thick, musky scent of sex that hung in the air. This was The Cock Fest. No names, no talking about feelings, and no tomorrow. It was just pure fucking for a whole week. I had dreamed about this for months, fingering myself every night, thinking about big cocks stretching me open until I couldn’t walk straight. Now it was real.

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