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"You like being my secret?" "Yes! Fuck, yes!" she cried out, her legs locking around my waist, pulling me even deeper. The raw sex was relentless. I was hitting her deep, over and over, my movements fast and heavy. Every time I slammed into her, she let out a loud moan, her body clenching around me. It was erotica in its purest form—just two bodies colliding in a way that was forbidden and perfect. I reached down, my hand finding the spot where we were joined, rubbing her clit as I continued to drive into her.

The vibrations of her scream traveled down her throat, massaging his cock, and it was too much. He tore his mouth away, gasping. “I’m gonna—” “Not yet!” she commanded, sliding off him with predatory grace. She was panting, her skin sheened with sweat, her eyes wild. She turned, presenting her back to him, and bent over the arm of the sofa, spreading her cheeks wide with both hands. The view was obscene: her swollen, dripping pussy below, and above it, the tight, pink star of her asshole. “You said you didn’t know fucking a woman could be better,” she taunted, looking back at him over her shoulder. “Prove it. Fuck my ass. Come inside it.”

“Next lesson—compliments that make her pussy throb. Tell me what you want to do to my breasts. Be specific. Be filthy. Shy boys stay virgin. Bold boys get to hear a woman moan their name.” I stared at her cleavage, pulse racing. My thumbs unconsciously stroked her hips in small circles. “I… I want to… touch them,” I whispered. “Kiss them. Suck on your nipples until they’re hard… and maybe… maybe squeeze them while I…” I couldn’t finish. The embarrassment was too much. But Elara just smiled wider, running her fingers through my hair soothingly. “Keep going,” she encouraged, her voice like velvet. “Tell me everything. We have all night, and I’m going to turn you into a man who knows exactly ho

Her thighs are slick with arousal, inner thighs glistening in the dim light. "You're so beautiful," I whisper against her ear. She sobs. Quiet and broken. "I'm sorry—I shouldn't be…” "Shh." Samson eases her back onto the bed, positioning himself between her thighs. He spreads them wide, and her cunt--fuck, her cunt is meaty and fleshy, a fat puffy mound with thick dark lips that are already parted, already glistening, the inner folds a deep rose pink and absolutely soaked. Different from my neat, tucked little slit. Hers is a woman's cunt, a mother's cunt, and it's been neglected for so fucking long.

The group chat had been buzzing for weeks: six authors, all women in their late twenties to early thirties, finally coordinating an in-person meetup after years of online collaboration. They’d been workshopping an anthology of interconnected erotica stories—steamy, character-driven pieces that blurred lines between desire, power, and vulnerability. Zainab had been the quietest in the group, always thoughtful with her feedback, never flashy, but when the venue discussion stalled (hotels too expensive, coffee shops too public), she typed the offer without overthinking it.

I tapped on another picture of me sitting against the wall in a set of black lacy lingerie with my legs spread apart. I was holding a small silver vibrator against my underwear. “Just send both, stupid!” She smirked. I raised my eyebrows at her. “What? Might as well. It’ll give him some different options when he looks at your pictures to, ya know”—she made a jerking motion by her pelvis—“come.” " You can't just leave the poor man to stare at just one photo, can you? There's a reason p**n videos are long and dynamic" Angela said, still staring at the photos, scrolling and swiping through the numerous photos we took.

This is a lesbian erotica story, enjoy! “Bang!” I jump, looking behind me. My best friend, Joanna, eyes me as I stare at myself in the mirror, flipping her hair over her face. She smiles, “You do realise it’s my wedding night, right?” I turn swiftly, my hand resting on my hips as I glare at her. “And what’s that supposed to mean?” She laughs, quenching my anger instantly. “Meaning why don’t you come help me with my hair instead of primping yourself for Jimmy.”

The type where we use sex tools and use sex cards to do. Anna agreed to this and after weeks of planning out the perfect three some night, and purchasing sex toys like dildo straps for women, rose vibrators, different shapes and sizes of dildos, nipple clips, lashes, eye covers, mouth gags and the customized cards. I was kind of anxious because I was the novice in the group but I did a good job in hiding the nervousness. The day finally came and Anna came to my house around 4pm. We made dinner, did our homework and when my mom came back from work, the real show started.

Among the papers on the floor was a black leather notebook. I picked it up, with the intention of putting it back but a page fell open. I looked at it and immediately, my breath caught. It was a list. It had names, dates, instructions and photos. Photos of women… beautiful submissive women, tied with ropes, gagged, eyes filled with lust and fear. I wanted to drop it back immediately, but curiosity had the better side of me, so I told myself just one more page then I'll drop it back. And then I flipped over to the next page.

My fingers tremble slightly as I log into my Brazzers account. The homepage loads immediately—a clear column of flesh, sweat, and raw performance. I don't want a plot. I don't want a twenty-minute video detailing how the stepdaughter arrives home from school, goes to the kitchen to grab a bite and then thinks of seducing her stepfather. Nope. I go straight to the search bar and type: Intense Clitoral Stimulation.