Romans & histoires The Age Of Innocence Audiobook

Climbing onto the bed, I kicked the duvet aside and spread my legs wide, then grabbed my earphones and hit play on my favorite audiobook. “Hello… Daddy.” I activated the audio play. The low, velvet voice filled my ears instantly. “Mmm, Laila… you came back, baby. My naughty little slut. Close your eyes for me and spread those pretty legs wide and let your fingers slide down between your thighs. I want you to feel how wet you already are just from hearing my voice.” I obeyed without hesitation, kicking the sheets aside and parting my legs shamelessly on the bed. My fingers tremble slightly with excitement as they trail down my stomach and settle between my cherry folds.

Adi was studying in his room. He didn’t realize the time and when he looked outside his window sky was already filled in an orange hue. Meera came inside his room and went to sit on his bed silently. Adi looked at Meera then closed his book and went to sit on the bed with his back to the headboard. Meera silently sat between his legs with her back on his chest. Adi put his arms on her waist and patiently waited for her to speak.

He took out few of them and put them in front of me. “Ellen Houston,” he grabbed the first page of the file, “Age 45, she lives at Mayflower Street 10, on the first floor. Divorcee. She has a 10 year old son who is in a wheelchair due to a car accident… It would be a shame if the kid lost his mother, right?” he smirked. “You son of a…” I hissed gritting my teeth. “Let's carry on, shall we?” he opened another file and read it out loud, “Simon Lynn, age 32, single, but currently dating lovely Ms. Kate Loren. There is a lot of love in the air… I bet she would cry a river at his funeral…”

“Now take out your phone. Open the photos of my journal pages you took earlier. Read them to me while I play with this needy little cunt.” I pulled my phone out with trembling hands and opened the pictures while his fingers started fucking me in slow deep strokes. My voice came out breathy as I began reading. “She is twenty and still so damn innocent. I want to ruin that innocence slowly and filthy. Spread her legs wide and teach her how to take every thick inch of my cock down her tight throat until she gags and drools.”

She turned the page and read the introduction, scrawled in looping letters: “I’m twenty, and I don’t know anything about sex. I just got my first boyfriend, and I want to be ready before I lose my innocence. But I’m too shy to ask anyone. So I’ve been listening to a podcast where women talk about their intimate experiences. These are their stories, written down in my own words, so I’ll never forget them.” Chloe’s lips parted slowly. So it wasn’t just a diary. It was like a treasure chest of confessions, each one borrowed from real women who had once bared their souls on a podcast. The anonymous writer had captured them, page by page.

And no doubt, have hot dreams about it. It’s another book suggestion from her. I’ve just finished the last one she recommended, and honestly, I shouldn’t dive into another. Once I start reading, I lose myself completely. But this time, she’s telling me to listen to it. Audiobook. That’s new. Before I even realize what I’m doing, I click the link she sent, and in a matter of seconds, the book is purchased and playing through my home speakers. I settle back in bed, letting the narrator’s deep voice wash over me, and within moments, I realize Lucy’s sent me a stalker romance. Great.