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“What’s troubling you?” “I don’t last long when I’m with my girlfriend. I cum too fast. I need a solution.” He answered, and her lips curved into a small smile. “You are a very handsome man. It will be very bad for a handsome man like you to be weak in bed. Girls will crave and end up getting disappointed." Donald flushed red in shyness. “I try to hold on a little, but it never works.” She tilted her head and smiled at him before asking, “What things have you done to last long?”

These were just fantasies. This went on for over six months. I would come home from work, shower, fix a little dinner, and then sit down at my laptop to watch sex videos, read stories like Poppy’s secret confession or other sex stories about daddy’s, or cruise the M2M ads, looking for the excitement that came from these fantasies. I had discovered a local M2M chat room and would chat with guys, telling them my fantasies. Most were either looking for the same thing or didn't want to waste time chatting once they knew I was scared to actually try anything.

Chapter 1: I Let Two Dangerous Criminals Handcuff Me And Feed My Starving Pussy Their Ecstasy Six weeks. Six fucking weeks without a single orgasm that wasn’t from my own frustrated fingers. My husband had looked me in the eye and said we needed a “break from sex” to “reconnect emotionally.” All it did was leave my pussy constantly throbbing, aching, dripping at the slightest breeze. I’ve been a walking ball of tension, biting my lip during stakeouts, clenching my thighs in briefings, touching myself desperately in the station bathroom just to take the edge off.

I thought he would divert our topic into something else and would refuse to answer my question, but he did otherwise! It was different when the words sex and fucking were from his lips. It became even hotter, engaging, and sexy. My eyes went down in the middle of his legs. His cock has always been visible. But this time, it’s… a little bit huge and bumpy. “But from what I heard you’ve been refusing offers of sex? Or that was one of false rumors circulating in the university as well?” I bit my lower lip and kept eye contact with him. He shook his head. “I have a long time girlfriend so it’s understandable for me to decline such offers.”

I ordered pizza for us and as they gamed, I fired up the laptop in my bedroom, curious to read the stories he'd been stroking to yesterday. As I read story after story, I was shocked both at the content of the stories and by what these stories were doing to me. My pussy was on fire, and my left hand slowly pleasured myself as I read each incestuous story. Some of the stories had dominant sons seducing their mothers, while others had powerful daughters dominating their mothers, while still others were more intimate and egalitarian in the sexual relationships between sons and mothers. I'd never even remotely considered my children in a sexual way, but yesterday's events of my son's masturbatio

When they saw each other they both laughed and looked at each other very mischievously, then Raquel told her: -Yes, yes, yes of course, of course I have and I have had my little gray hairs in the air, but all without any commitment and with certain conditions, that I set myself. -So how's that, let's see, I'm curious. -A well, first of all that he's not married and that, just like me, he doesn't want any commitment and you know, but I haven't fallen in love so it's just been sex and nothing more than sex.

The air was thick with the scent of sex, sweat, and breeding frenzy. Selene watched for a moment, then joined them. She straddled Lucien’s chest, facing the female riding his cock. She grabbed the younger female’s hair and kissed her brutally while grinding her own dripping pussy against Lucien’s sternum. “Harder,” Selene commanded. “Make him knot you properly.” The female obeyed , bouncing faster, forcing Lucien’s swelling knot past her entrance. When it locked, she howled, body convulsing in orgasm. Lucien groaned into the pussy still smothering his face, his own knot swelling fully inside the tight heat.

Forgot to give this friendly warning… This story contains: Gangbang, Anal, DP, TP, dirty language, and some others. Read at your own risk… . . Maddison stepped into her favorite underground sex club, hidden deep in the city’s seedy underbelly, and the second she crossed the threshold, the air hit her like a drug. It was the only air she’d ever truly breathed since she first started having sex. Inside, the energy was chaotic, every corner a fuck-fest begging to be joined, and her mouth watered, her body aching to dive in.

that felt like the most powerful ending for this couple. Okay, that was the heartfelt, literary reason. Now for the completely, utterly ridiculous and honest reason: I literally could not write another sex scene. I am not joking. We were closing in on 80,000 words on this thing! A hundred thousand words! Do you have any idea how many different ways there are to describe a hand running through hair? Or a deep gaze across a room? I was starting to lose my mind trying to come up with fresh, non-repetitive action. I truly don't think I would have survived trying to write a fresh, unique, meaningful, and non-absurdly-long sex scene at this point in the narrative. My fingers were cramping, my thes

The silence made my thighs clench. "What kind of dreams?" he asked, still calm. "I shouldn't say." "You came here to let it out," he answered simply. I held in my breathing. "They're... sexual. I wake up soaked. Aching. And ashamed." "Go on." I let my head rest against the wooden panel behind me. My eyes closed. "He touches me in ways no one ever has. And I let him. I want it. God, I want it so bad." The words spilled out, broken and messy. "Sometimes it's in public. Sometimes I'm tied down. Sometimes he just whispers in my ear and I'm already falling apart. I wake up wet, panting, and I can't stop thinking about it for days."