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His hand snaked around to squeeze my breasts through the sports bra, fingers pinching at the peaked nipple. “Uhhhh…”. His hand slid down and his fingers found my clit, rubbing in tight circles that sent sparks through my entire body “Tssssss…uhhhhh…. I'm—I’m gonna—”. “Come for me. Come in my cock and promise me”. “Promise what—”. “That no one will ever know. This stays between us. Our secret”. “Yes—”. The orgasm ripped through me violently. I bucked against him, crying out, and my walls clenching around him as he drove into me again and again, chasing his own finish.

Twenty-five men. Twenty-five stories. One thing they all have in common is desire. Some men fall for the person they were never supposed to want. A forbidden crush on a straight boss. A brother's best friend who was always off-limits. A divorce lawyer who becomes far more than a professional. A bodyguard who gets dangerously close to his client. A fake boyfriend who doesn't stay fake for long. A retired adult-film star determined to leave his past behind, until someone recognizes the man he used to be. There are also rivals who can't stand each other, roommates who discover an attraction they never expected, supposedly straight married men whose lives are turned upside

#LoveSexRomance A/N: All my stories are not "EDITED VERSION" yet, so there are a lot of mistakes and typos like grammar and everything that is wrong when you read it...please be patient hehehe ty.

Jake forcing his cock down my throat in the kitchen. Tyler bending me over the counter. Being double-stuffed on this very bed. Marcus telling me I was never going to be the same. I came hard, my back arching off the mattress as I moaned their names. Afterward, I lay there panting, cum still leaking out of me onto the sheets. My phone buzzed. It was a text from Jake. Jake: How’s that married pussy feeling this morning? I stared at the message for a long time before replying.

Erotic Compilation Stories. My Fantasy::: It was definitely a time of extreme trial for me, and if I had known how it would end, I might have not bitched as much as I did during it all. To begin with, my boyfriend, Jimmy, broke up with me because when I shared my fantasies with him, per his request, he said I was too much of a sexual freak for him. Let me explain a bit further so you better understand. I had been reading stories on those sites that specialize in erotic literature after doing some research on a paper for a class on human sexuality on how some people engage in different sexual acts for pleasure. Now, some of the stories were so bizarre that I couldn't finish reading them, but

Lexi They kept fucking me like that for what felt like forever—long, deep strokes that kept me teetering right on the edge without letting me fall. My whole body was shaking, sweat slicking my skin, my pussy making the wettest, most obscene sounds every time they bottomed out. I could feel their cocks throbbing inside me, both of them fighting their own orgasms, veins pulsing against my walls. “Please… please…” I was crying now, actual tears of overwhelming pleasure and frustration. “I can’t hold it… I’m gonna cum… I’m so close… Zach, Julian, please let me cum…”

She whispered, withdrawing her hand. "I would also like that." I peeled my back off the wall, switching our position in one swift motion with her chest now pressed to the wall. She raised her dress by herself, and I shifted her thong to the side. "Do you know why this is even more thrilling than our previous sexcapades?" I asked as I pressed my cock to her entrance. "Why is that?" She asked, moaning a little. "Any of the family members could walk in on me, drilling my cock into your pussy. Isn't that exciting?" I pulled out of her, leaving just the tip of my cock before slamming back into her.

Each time slower, more intense, his dirty talk getting darker. “You’re leaking everywhere, Kai. Such a sloppy mess for your rival. Bet your teammates would lose their minds if they knew their star striker was getting bred in the next room.” “Shut up and fuck me,” I snapped, but my voice cracked with another moan as he hit that spot again. He stayed the whole night. No sneaking out. No pretending it was quick. He held me down through two more loads, filling me until I was overflowing, then pulled me against his chest like he wasn’t planning to let go.

His stories made her so aroused she'd begun masturbating nightly, imagining herself in half of what she'd read. On an impulse, she'd sent him an email, confessing how much she enjoyed his stories about younger girls and mature men, asking what provided the stimulus - if he'd really had those kinds of experiences. He'd answered back two days later, thanking her for her compliments, and saying how nice it was to get positive feedback from readers.

“And most people just skim between the sex scenes, anyway, in these types of books.” Gregory laughed, losing his breath. “Most people don’t have your absolute focus on sex, Vixen.” “Shame, that. If everyone focused on getting off, they wouldn’t get into all other sorts of strife,” she was teasing him. “Do you want me to tell you a real porn story, rather than one from a book?”