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I walked out of that café with a big smile, my pussy still throbbing and leaking. Work was torture. All I could think about was cock and orgasms. During lunch I went to the high-end sex shop a few blocks away. I’d been there before, and they have private “testing booths” in the back for serious customers. The guy behind the counter was new, tall, and muscular with dark eyes. He looked me up and down when I walked in, like he could smell how horny I was. I browsed the shelves, picking out a massive realistic dildo, even thicker than the one I used in the café, and a powerful wand vibrator. My hands were shaking with need. The attendant came over.

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Every time Max twisted his finger, I would do the same, imagining that he was doing it to mine. As Max leaned down to bite her breast, his hand squeezed hard, causing her chest to swell as if she were challenging Max to do more. Damn. I was getting more and more turned on by the touch on my private parts, especially when I started squeezing my breasts, which were getting harder. I needed someone to bite me the way Max was biting the woman’s nipple. I needed the same touch on my pussy. And I also needed someone to kiss my lips as hard as that. I slowly opened my eyes when I heard footsteps heading toward the bathtub. Max brought the woman onto his body, sitting her on his lap while he kissed

Darrell already left for work, we were all bored so we decided to swim. "Yeah and after that, we had sex" she giggled. "Woah so you guys are officially together?" "Yeah" "I can't seriously remember the last time, I had a good screw. About three months ago" Daniela said. "Three months? Don't tell me you?..." I trailed off raising my brows at her. "Of course, I had it with one of the male servants" she rolled her eyes. "Holly molly. You need to get laid sis. How about we hit the club tonight?" she giggled.

I had hoped that love could overcome ambition. That weekend, Sienna came to Marcus's apartment, and they didn't leave bed for most of the day. It was a marathon of sex and conversation, of exploration and discovery. She showed him exactly how much pressure she liked on her clit while he was inside her. He discovered that if he held her hair tight while she went down on him, she came from that alone, the submission and control mixing into something intoxicating. They talked between sessions, lying tangled together in his sheets. "Tell me about her," Sienna said, her fingers drawing patterns on his chest. "The ex-fiancée."

She was shrieking and having what she said later was the most powerful orgasm of her life — all over my face. I laid there and relished having my wife use me for her pleasure. She’d abandoned any modesty and was grinding her cunt on my nose and mouth. She spasmed a number of times. Sex-fluids poured out of her, then she held herself there for a few moments, recovering from the overwhelming experience. When she rolled off and collapsed on the bed, she looked at me and said, “That was the best sex I’ve had in my life.” I just moved up closer and said,

“The abuse stories. The missing girls from the Boston church. The rumors of payoffs, of girls who vanished after private ‘counseling.’ I thought you were—” He cut me off with a kiss, mouth bruising, and tongue claiming, tasting of smoke and holy bread. His hand replaced mine, two fingers curling inside me, thumb on my clit, and relentless, perfect. I came hard, knees buckling, and his arm the only thing keeping me upright, my release flooding his fingers, dripping down my thighs, and pooling on the stone. The cameras caught every shudder, every tear, and every drop. He pulled back, lips wet with me, eyes glowing in the candlelight.

TALES OF INSTANT LUST - SHORT READS Preface Greetings, Reader Welcome to a world where passion flares up in the most unexpected places, where lust takes the stage, and where desire never waits. The concept behind "Tales of Instant Lust" was that not all love stories have to be quiet or poetic. Irresistible chemistry, unsaid tension, and raw hunger can sometimes express more than a thousand romantic words ever could. Designed for people who want their fantasies to be served quickly, hot, and unrestrained, these stories are brief, intense, and explicitly sexy.

to start us out slow and easy. Rebecca perked up from her seat on Alicia's lap and called out, "Describe the best sex you've ever had." I smirked at her but she and I had already secretly agreed that if any questions involving us came up, we should just pretend that the other party was a guy or some other girl. I went on to describe a 2-hour long sex session that she and I had. I had to be careful several times in my description, but I think I got my point across. Rebecca smiled and blushed, realizing that she had given me the best sex in my life. I noticed my vivid descriptions had the desired effect on the others, as they all fidgeted numerous times during my story. My Cindy pressed hersel

With a skill born of years of practice, she carried Bree off the precipice and down into the Elysian Fields, there to enjoy all the raptures legends foretold. "In all the times Frank and I did it, I've never, ever had an orgasm like that," Bree said a short time later as she laid exhausted across Valerie's chest. "I didn't even think something like that was possible." Valerie had a good idea why that had been, but wisely held her tongue. She was certain that, based on comments she'd shared, Bree had thought Frankie O'Connell was really something in bed. That same way thousands of women who married the first guy, or close to it, they'd spread their legs for held similar beliefs. And most of t