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Scenes of mating. Sienna gasps. "NO! GIVE ME THAT!" I turn it so she sees what page I’m on. It shows the male licking the female’s inner thigh. “This is your fantasy?” I ask. “They look like me. This male pleases her. You… like this?” Her face explodes red. “That’s not...it's just art! It’s fantasy smut! Don’t judge me!” I lower the book and stare at her. She is panting. Flustered. Beautiful.

Like the woman I imagined he wanted. Back in my room, I sat on the edge of the bed and pulled up p**n on my phone, headphones in. The video showed a dominant older man devouring a younger woman. I spread my legs, fingers sliding under the lace to plunge inside myself. Two fingers, then three, thrusting in time with the moans in my ears. I imagined Mason’s voice in my head — *Good girl. Take it for Daddy.* My hips rocked, breasts heaving, the fantasy consuming me. The door clicked shut.

* Submissions poured in: a woman detailing her first anal in a club bathroom, the burn and fullness making Zelda's untouched ass clench in curiosity; a guy confessing to jerking off in the car to a similar tale, cumming so hard he stained the seat; couples sharing how they'd role-played it, her riding him reverse while reading aloud, both shattering together. The energy built, electric and communal, Zelda's fingers flying faster, dipping into her cum-filled pussy, then up to circle her clit. The blend of their essences coated her hand, slick and filthy, the scent rising fresh as she chased release. *Fuck, if he walked back in now...* The fantasy merged with the comments, one reader painting

I slide my fingers down further, careful not to penetrate, but feeling my own wetness sliding down my thighs, rinsed away by the water like a dirty little secret I can never tell anyone. What’s happening to me? I’m not this kind of woman. Did Club Red change me? Or have I always been this naughty, but somehow kept these dark desires locked up with the key long since thrown away?

My pussy clamped down hard on the dildo. No. Stop. That's wrong. But my body didn't listen. The fantasy twisted; Sebastian’s hands instead of Marcus’s, his younger, harder thrusts, his voice younger and rougher while calling me something dirty while mom slept in the next room. Forbidden. Slick and hot. I fucked myself faster. Harder. The vibrator mashed against my clit until stars burst behind my eyelids. “I'm gonna come…fuck daddy… I’m gonna squirt thinking about you…” I didn't say whose name. Didn't want to know.

The clock had just begun to strike when Jemma pulled Maggie into her arms on the sofa, holding her tightly, kissing her, licking her ear, nibbling on her neck (an act that had Jemma cumming herself, knowing what she was about to reveal to her submissive Mistress). "I must tell you something, Maggie," she whispered in the older woman's ear. Maggie smiled softly and looked questioningly into Jemma's eyes. "You know how we have fantasized about goth scenes, and vampire sex, and all?" Maggie nodded. "Well, it's not just a fantasy for me." Maggie gasped as Jemma's lips kissed down her cheek and jaw and her tongue licked teasingly along Maggie's neck. "What do you mean, Jemma my love?"

Pussy on full display: lips engorged, pink and glossy, clit peeking like a pearl, hole winking emptily. Two fingers first—plunged deep, knuckles squelching into drenched heat. Walls gripped greedy, suction pulling them in. "Fuck, Jake," I moaned aloud, voice echoing off walls. Thumb mashed my clit, circles frantic, imagining his cock—thick head breaching, veins dragging my ridges. Added a third finger, stretching like his girth would, wrist twisting to hit that spot. Juices gushed, puddling the sheets, tangy scent filling the room.

Before I could respond her hands were on my thighs, spreading them wider. She positioned herself between my legs, lowering herself down until her face was level with my center. She looked up at me from there, her eyes dark and hungry, and the sight of her between my thighs looking at me like that made me clench all over again. "The second one," she said, her breath warm against my inner thigh, "is the vaginal orgasm." She didn't use her mouth. Not yet. Her hand came up and one long finger pressed against my entrance, circling it slowly, teasing. I was soaked. So wet that the slightest touch made me gasp.

Chapter 1 "Oh God, why does this feel so good?" I whispered to myself, my voice shaky and low in the empty room, legs spread wide on the bed, the erotic book propped open on my pillow. The story was about this woman getting fucked senseless by her boss in the office, his thick cock pounding her from behind while she begged for more. My fingers circled my clit slow at first, slippery from how wet I was, but the ache was building fast, that deep, insistent throb that came with ovulation.