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just raw need, his hardness grinding slow circles over the soft flesh, the situation's fault: the enclosed space forcing contact, the night erasing boundaries. My hand gripped the sink edge, nails digging porcelain, as intimacy built, his free hand sliding up my side, thumb brushing the underside of my breast through the tank. "Jax... stop," I whispered, but it came breathy, body leaning back into the rub, clit throbbing from the indirect tease. He hissed, the motion quickening, cock throbbing against me, pre-cum likely soaking his shorts. Mia's brother, drunk in my bathroom, made it hotter, tension coiling tight like a spring.

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I wiped the last of the cum off my cock as I clicked on the box to open our private chat room. I couldn’t type fast enough to tell him how much his stories had turned me on. After I told him I had stroked myself to three climaxes in an hour and a half—more than I had ever been able to do before—he asked me if I would like to experiment with some online sex and masturbate together. I asked him if he was sure that no one else could read what we were doing, and he assured me that in the private chat room no one would mind—it happened all the time.

The ropes bit into her skin in pretty patterns, and the sight made my nipples tighten against my dress. My breathing was getting shallow. I could feel myself getting wet, the slickness between my thighs impossible to ignore as we moved from scene to scene. Alexander pointed out different kinks: a St. Andrew’s cross with a man being caned until his ass glowed red, a couple engaged in sensual wax play where hot drips made the woman gasp and writhe, a quiet corner where a Domme had her submissive licking her boots while she casually chatted with friends. Every explanation he gave was calm, but his voice grew rougher with each one. I noticed the way his hand froze at my back, his fingers occasio

Deep down I’ve always been a slutty, horny mess. I tried to keep myself busy for a week, pining away with anticipation of my night of fun. I didn’t make my waiting any easier when I decided to text Vince. We exchanged numbers at the party. Of course things got dirty, quickly turning my pussy into a puddle in my panties as I read through Vince’s descriptions of how he was going to claim my cunt. I told him I was being a good girl and not playing with myself in anticipation of our night together. That was quickly followed by Vince sending me a picture of his throbbing cock.

She slowed down, trying to make it last, trying to hold back. Look at the camera, the text said. Look at me while you fuck yourself. She opened her eyes and looked up at the little black circle in the ceiling. He was watching her. He was watching her fuck herself with his toy, in her bed, in her apartment. The thought was so humiliating, so dirty, that it pushed her right to the edge again. Please, sir, she sobbed. I can't hold on. Please let me cum. Cum for me, he texted. Cum all over that toy. Now.

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“I will text you tomorrow.” Xavier pulled me into a hug. His hand slid low on my back. He pressed close so I felt him again. “Goodbye, Lila,” he said quietly. His eyes stayed on mine. After they left, I went straight upstairs. I locked my door. I took off all my clothes and lay on the bed naked. I spread my legs wide. I slid my hand between my legs. My pussy was soaked. My clit was swollen. I rubbed hard and fast. “Xavier…” I whispered.

Well there was only two weeks left for Sam to enjoy her and he was doing that as much as he could. Not that he didn't actually enjoy the class itself as he had indeed been writing for the last couple of years. The only problem was what he was writing was dirty naughty stories, or as most web sites called it; erotic stories. Sam was pretty good at it and at the urging of his then girlfriend Stacey, had submitted some of his books to an eeotic story site named Erotic dom where under the pen name Dirtyfantasies, and had gotten some good reviews.