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THE EMPTY THEATER AFTER THE SLAM PT 2 Seraph finally climbed on top of him. She swung one leg over his hips and positioned herself above his aching cock. The heat from her pussy hovered just above his swollen head. Dorian’s body trembled from the long hours of teasing. His cock throbbed painfully. It was dark red and slick with precum. Seraph gripped the base with one hand. She sank down slowly onto his aching cock. The tight wet heat enveloped the head first. Her pussy lips stretched around his thickness. She lowered herself inch by inch. The slick walls gripped him firmly.

A dark, erotic, romance novel. The goal was to stop thinking about Alexander, but only ten minutes into the book and I'm already imagining his hands all over me. I'm already imagining him bending me over the fucking window of my room and filling me up ruthlessly until all I can remember is the sound of his name on my lips.

Oh dear sweet goddess of sex and lust, at last, at last I was fucking my glorious, sexy, gorgeous mother. Anna began a series of cycles to squeeze my cock back to full hardness, the combination of the ED drugs and her erotic body, those magnificent breasts hanging above me and threatening to smother me, water rivulets dripping over her Gio nylon thighs, this wildly erotic vision pushed me harder and harder and harder. She slid her hips from front to back, dragging her clit along my skin on the backstroke, up and forward, slamming down again, slithering her clit back and forth over me, again and again and again.

“It’s perfect for beginners. You can see my face, watch my reactions, control the depth, and kiss me while you fuck me. Come here.” I crawled between her thighs, heart hammering. My cock was so hard it almost hurt, the head angry and leaking. Elara reached down and wrapped her hand around me, stroking slowly as she guided me to her entrance. “Rub the head up and down my slit first,” she instructed. “Get it nice and wet with my cum. Tease my clit.” I obeyed, sliding my throbbing cock along her soaked folds. She moaned softly every time I bumped her sensitive clit.

Her pussy vibrated, and she could feel her clit begging for attention, Helena was no stranger to this feeling, they’d not only helped each other masturbate multiple times before, but they had really fucked, fingered and scissor each other before. “And that too in the same hospital? Talk about fate.” Elora added, trying to stop herself from thinking about how delicious Helena’s nectar was, she wanted to have that cunt in her mouth and suck on it like her life depended on it. She loved the kind of face that Helena made whenever she was on the verge of orgasm, she loved the sound too, and there was nothing she loved more than being the one drawing that reaction out of her. Helena loved it too,

Something aching to be molded. I met him in my Tuesday night workshop. "Erotics of Language"—a curated space for writers who wanted to learn how to use sensuality in storytelling. Most came in with curiosity or thinly veiled hunger. He came in with a notebook gripped like a lifeline and questions trembling on his lips. I noticed him in the third session. He waited until everyone had left to speak to me. “I—um—can I ask you something… off the record?” I folded my arms, tilted my head. “You just did.”

but instead she rubbed her gigantic tits on his face, and stroked his cock at the same time. She created perfect sensual friction that caused Light to close his eyes, stand still, and let himself be pleasantly tortured. Lexi inhaled as much sexual energy as she could from Light from this action. Many centuries of practice had enlightened her on the fact that this was the quickest method to make a straight man cum. The sexual energy emanated from humans produces testosterone in Sex Demons. That was why Lexi and her husbands preferred to consume the sexual energies of attractive and freaky humans only. Where can you find those? Of course, on the dark web.

I pull my cardigan tighter around me, trying not to look like a woman unraveling on her fourth glass of wine. “I don’t write sex, Chloe. I write romance without all the detailed intimacy, I write about repressed trauma, losing a loved one, mystery, horror even not two people who’ve never met each other dirty talking and moan— oh God.” She takes my wine glass and replaces it with her full one. “Exactly. You’ve built an empire off tragedy. I think your readers are ready to read something based on actual pleasure or erotic tension.” “Ew. Who even reads things like that?”

" She laughs, low, and leads me inside, her hips swaying just enough to catch my eye. I clench my fists, forcing myself to look at the city skyline twinkling outside the windows. We sit, the table a fragile barrier between us, plates of asparagus and roasted lamb steaming in the candlelight. The wine is robust, a deep red that stains her lips when she drinks. "So, AURORA PRESS," she says, leaning forward, her blouse dipping to show a hint of cleavage. "Erotica and literary fiction. Brave choice, Victor." Her tone is inquiring, but her eyes have a spark, a challenge. I nod, my throat tight. "I think I'm done with just Philosophy and lecture halls. I should start aiming to print erotic stories

Sean took my right hand and planted kisses all over it , then he looked at me and said; "Hold it and feel it ,can you do that ? " . I was hesitant and he sensed it ,he slowly guided my hand down to his bulge and I gasped when I felt it . Sean's peni* was big ,erect and hard, really hard . "Now feel it " he told me. I felt it but stopped,too scared to continue. "Larissa,hold it and feel it like it's yours " Sean commanded. I did as he said and heard a moan escape his lips. Sean shifted my hand to the bed and gently inserted his tip into me,I felt a sharp pain and screamed.