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he muttered a confession as we kissed. “Fill me with your cum.”

I was already soaked, my pussy lips were swollen and slick. He watched every move I made. Then he unzipped his jeans and pulled out his cock, it was thick and hard. The head was already wet with precum, he wrapped his hand around it and started stroking slowly. “Tell me what you wrote,” he said. I kept rubbing my clit in small circles. My breath came faster. “I wrote about a man coming in after closing. He bends me over the desk, he pulls my skirt up and fucks me hard.” He stroked faster. “Keep going.”

Staring back at me was a photocopied page from my super secret journal, the one I had misplaced…the one with all my dirty stories. “No... no way. This couldn't be happening.” I mumbled it to myself, my hands shaking badly, but my eyes weren't playing tricks on me and I knew that what I was seeing was real. It was one of the hottest scenes I'd written, the words black and clear as I read Wyatt bending me over his office desk…I couldn’t even read it because every filthy detail down from his thick shaft splitting me open, to cum leaking from my hole was right there on the page.

He began to write. The nib was cold against my left breast, the slow, elegant cursive tracing the first sentence across the upper swell: “I will ruin you slowly, letter by letter, until every inch of your skin begs for my cock.” The ink was chill; my nipples hardened into painful, aching points. He continued across the right breast, describing in meticulous detail how he would stretch my holes until I sobbed his name. The pen dragged lower across my ribs, my quivering stomach, the sensitive dip of my navel. Every word sent shivers racing over my skin; the tickle of the nib made my clit throb in time with my pulse. When he reached my hipbones he paused to read aloud what he’d written. Then he

“Alright. But you’re not allowed to read mine.” “Fair.” We start slow. I write things that make my cheeks warm—late-night kisses in unexpected places, slow dancing when it’s just us, being pinned against a wall just to be kissed. I write about how I want my pussy to be eaten like he's a hungry man who hasn't had a proper decent meal in days. I write about lots of nasty, dirty things and I'm blushing as I'm writing each one. I drop each one in quickly. “You're not allowed to read mine,” I warn him.

The ropes bit into her skin in pretty patterns, and the sight made my nipples tighten against my dress. My breathing was getting shallow. I could feel myself getting wet, the slickness between my thighs impossible to ignore as we moved from scene to scene. Alexander pointed out different kinks: a St. Andrew’s cross with a man being caned until his ass glowed red, a couple engaged in sensual wax play where hot drips made the woman gasp and writhe, a quiet corner where a Domme had her submissive licking her boots while she casually chatted with friends. Every explanation he gave was calm, but his voice grew rougher with each one. I noticed the way his hand froze at my back, his fingers occasio

Kane stood directly in front of her now, so close she could smell his clean, masculine scent. “Interesting,” he murmured, his voice low and rough. “You wrote an entire pornographic fantasy about your professor. And then submitted it as coursework.” “I didn’t mean to,” she whispered, mortified. “It was a private document. I must have copied the wrong file.” Kane tilted her chin up with two fingers, forcing her to meet his intense gaze. “Do you touch yourself while writing these stories, Lila? Do you imagine my cock stretching that tight little college pussy while you finger yourself at night?”

Just me, my nerdy glasses constantly slipping down my nose, and the three ripped, dangerously attractive stepbrothers I’ve done everything possible to avoid since they entered my life. Kai, Jax, and Ryker. All tall, heavily tattooed, muscular, and packing the kind of cocks I describe in vivid, vulgar detail in my secret online stories. The ones that made my anonymous account LunaLustWrites explode in popularity. Faceless videos of my body — heavy tits bouncing, my tight pussy stretched and creaming around thick toys, my ass arched high showing that small heart tattoo and distinct mole on my lower back. I write depraved taboo fantasies and film myself living them out in secret. No one knows t

Heat flooded between my thighs, soaking my thong. “I thought you were just infatuated,” he continued. “I thought you’d get over it. Until that night…” My breathing increased, my chest rose and fell fast. I bit my lips and took another step towards him. “Did you touch yourself while reading it?” I whispered boldly. “Did you stroke your cock thinking about all the nasty shit I wrote… about wanting your big hands squeezing my tits, gripping my hips, pinning me down while you fucked my virgin pussy?” Gavin’s eyes darkened dangerously. His breathing grew heavier.

As the sexual tension wrapped around them like a blanket, the burning desire started to consume them rapidly, spreading throughout their body´s, like a wildfire swallowing them whole as their aching body´s collided with each other in a dance of passion and dominance! Slowly she moved backwards while pulling him with her to the ground in front of the fireplace. ¨Make love to me, Xander!¨ Jessica whispered, lying in all her naked glory in front of him after she had dropped her dress on the ground, with her young juicy, perky breasts calling out to him, begging him to be touched and her sexy legs slightly parted…giving him a perfect view of her aroused state she was in and he licked his lower l