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He didn't even last 10 Minutes when he flipped over and slept off. Ever since we got married, Julian never spent time with me. It was always work and the little time we managed to spend, he was always on his laptop. At night, whenever I approach him for sex. He always denies me and sometimes starts but sleeps off midway. Even the little times we even spent, I never enjoyed it and he had never for once released inside of me before. I always ended up watching p**n to make myself feel at ease. It's been five good years yet I'm still deprived from sex and honestly it's been exhausting and emotionally draining.

My free hand teased my nipples, then slid lower, fingers circling my hole as I imagined what it would feel like. “Fuck…” I whispered, hips bucking up into my fist. The older guy in the video had a thick cock, veins bulging, and the way he claimed the younger man made my balls tighten. I pumped faster, slick sounds filling the room along with the p**n audio I’d turned down low. My mind wandered dangerously replacing the actors with fantasies I’d never admit. Strong hands. A deep voice. Someone who knew exactly how to take control. I was getting close, right on the edge, when my door swung open without warning.

She looked comfortable, like she owned the place. “Getting late, Matt,” she said softly. “You look tense. Why don’t you tell me a story? Or better yet, let me tell you one.” She started talking in that low, husky voice. Stories about late-night deals, fast cars, and men who thought they could control her. Every one had a dirty edge. How she once made a rival boss beg on his knees. How power felt better when it came with pleasure. Matt listened, pretending it was just work, but his dick stayed rock hard the whole time.

Rolled us spooning, cock staying in lazy thrusts, pain and pleasure humming. "Anytime means now, baby.. feel me own you slow?" He whispered dirty in ear: "Woke you fucking, now sleep with brother's cum inside. Tomorrow? More.... kitchen, pool, whenever. You're my forbidden slut." I moaned soft, wiggling against him, intoxicated still. He dropped wet kisses on shoulder, hand sliding to core, fingers circling clit gentle then rough. Buried fingers inside beside his softening cock, battling slow. "Ahhh... just like... don't stop fingering!" Screamed quiet. Saliva from his mouth on my neck, trailing down.

“You two always collect payment like this, or am I just special?” Roy’s laugh was low and dirty. “Special enough. Most girls don’t bend over this easy.” Hank’s thick fingers hooked into the waistband of my shorts and tugged once, testing. “Mouthy little thing. Bet that mouth does more than talk.” I felt the heat between my legs spike. My secret kink—the one I never admitted out loud—was already throbbing. Older men. Rough hands. Being used like I was nothing but a warm hole on the side of the road. These two had walked straight out of every filthy fantasy I’d ever gotten off to alone in the dark.

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Twenty-five men. Twenty-five stories. One thing they all have in common is desire. Some men fall for the person they were never supposed to want. A forbidden crush on a straight boss. A brother's best friend who was always off-limits. A divorce lawyer who becomes far more than a professional. A bodyguard who gets dangerously close to his client. A fake boyfriend who doesn't stay fake for long. A retired adult-film star determined to leave his past behind, until someone recognizes the man he used to be. There are also rivals who can't stand each other, roommates who discover an attraction they never expected, supposedly straight married men whose lives are turned upside

"No offense, that's something grown-ups say to middle school kids. I think I'm mature enough now to get that sometimes sex is only sex. A man can dip his shwing-shwong in a woman's howdy hole and neither of them might care about each other beyond cocks and cunts. Like, I've been reaching out to porn stars on twitter to ask them stuff, and this one said that it's a double-edged sword, having a porno bod, because some people look at you and only see tatas and booties, but at the same time, it could be nice at times because you don't always want to deal with people and all their flaws and people-ness when all you really want is good sex with a hot partner. Which I totally related to, kind of. M

He sighed, pulling his gaze from me for a split second before he glared into my eyes "Lynn I get your anger, I do but as far as those diseases you're referring to.... That would never happen. We get checked before and after each shoot. The industry is very strict when it comes to that kind of thing" I snorted. I can't believe we were talking about STDs right now and the fact that the industry is very strict. It was as if he was referring to a rule in the employee handbook. Talking about STDs in the workplace might be normal for him but this was as a taboo to me as it could get. "How did you get into porn?", I asked again, trying so hard to keep my emotions at bay I needed to let him explain

I whispered again. Kissing Tania’s cheek, I gently spoke into her ear. “Are you alright Tania?” She finally stirred, and then opened her eyes. “That was the best experience I’ve ever had, how did you learn to do that?” “Oh, it’s something I read about in an erotic story,” I lied. Putting her arms around my neck, she whispered, “Fuck me, fuck me hard.”