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When she came, clenching hard around him, he followed right after, burying himself deep and spilling into the condom with a shuddering groan. They collapsed onto the couch afterward, laughing breathlessly at how desperate they’d been. Dinner was forgotten in favor of slow, lazy kisses and conversation that stretched late into the night. Julian talked about his early career struggles; Maya shared her fears about grad school applications and what the future might hold. The sex was incredible, but these quiet moments afterward—naked limbs tangled, his fingers tracing her spine—deepened the connection in ways neither had expected.

“Tell the people watching what you want.” She was panting, her vision blurring. The words came out, husky and broken. “I… I want it. I want all of it. Fuck me. Use me.” The chat exploded with new messages. The finger in her ass withdrew, replaced by the blunt, terrifying head of a new cock. Marcus roared, driving into her pussy with a final, deep thrust. Jax shoved his cock back into her mouth, down to the base.

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Small town, small church. I crossed my legs, feeling the slickness between my thighs grow. “It’s not just the sex. It’s the way I want it rough and dirty, like I need someone to take control because my life is spinning all over the place. Last weekend I let this guy bend me over his car in the parking lot behind the bar. Skirt up, no condom even. I came so hard I couldn’t walk straight after, but then I cried the whole drive home.”

Jennifer: Shrug emoji. I decided to take a different tack. This time, rather than pick safe, general stories, I chose a bunch of different categories and sent my favorites from each. One was romantic, about a couple falling in love. The next was about a wife who sleeps with another man. Another had a husband bringing in his best friend for a threesome. I chose one that had some bondage (not my thing, but I picked a story that was highly rated). I sent a Lesbian story and a Gay male one (again, I relied on the ratings). I linked a story about watching two people have sex in the woods, and one about a girl riding a sybian for the first time. I skipped two categories: nonconsent and incest. As

Nine months of divorce numbness and eight months of pretending he didn’t want her like this — it all crashed over him at once. He slid his hand between her legs. She was dripping. Soaking his fingers the second he touched her. “Fuck, baby,” he groaned. “You’re soaked. Spanked and dripping for your Master like a good little slave.” She moaned loudly, pushing back against his hand. “Master— please—” He pushed two fingers inside her without warning. Deep. Curling. His thumb found her clit and rubbed tight circles. She cried out, hips rocking desperately against his thigh.

I have always been able to trust Sammy. But how can I tell Sammy about how I am changing? How my interest in sex is pushing me beyond the normal limits that people have; how my Onlyfans account was veering further and further away from hers, which is strictly suggestive bathing suit pictures; how, when I masturbate now, which is currently about three times a day, all I can picture is my stepfather's face... my stepfather staring at me, his eyes glazing over with lust, as he cums? A wave of sadness washes over me. My stepfather, whom I love, and who now can't look at me because of the way I've been acting. The things I've done.

His finger slid lower and pushed back into my asshole, stretching me while he fucked my cunt mercilessly. Another biker stepped up and shoved his cock into my open mouth. I sucked him greedily, tongue swirling around the head. José's thrusts grew even harder, the table scraping loudly across the floor. My body trembled nonstop. I came again, gushing around his cock, my cum splashing down his balls and onto the floor. The man beneath the table caught what he could, licking and sucking at my swollen clit while José kept pounding me. José yanked my hair harder, pulling my head back until I was looking up at the ceiling. "Still think your husband will fuck you better?" he snarled.

The wet squelching sounds were filthy, loud as hell in the quiet dorm — his dick churning the spit and precum inside my hole into a sloppy white froth that leaked out around his shaft every time he pulled back. My own cock bounced hard against my stomach with every pound, leaking a steady stream of precum that smeared across my abs. Connor’s hairy chest rubbed against mine, our nipples scraping together, sweat making everything slick and nasty. I could smell us — pure heat, musk, and raw sex filling the room. “Goddamn you’re tight,” he grunted, fucking me faster. “Gripping my dick so good. This pussy was made for me.”