Your Darkest Desires (Four Complete Short Erotic Stories Of Different Flavors)

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Author: Lola Remy
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college?”
     
    “She spent all her free time with me,” he said, walking us backwards until my back hit tile again. His fingers dug into my flesh, and my spine arched. “She kept trying to make me laugh, and every time I did, she’d light up.” He pressed his lips to the hollow beneath my jaw, his stubble sparking pinpricks of heat on my skin. “I’m pretty sure we would have been amazing together, but my parents pulled me out of there before I could do anything about it.”
     
    “Tough luck,” I breathed, rubbing my foot against his calf. His lean erection was nudging my hip, and if we hadn’t been in a pool, I’d have wanted to taste him. Who was I kidding? I still wanted to taste him – drowning would be worth it. “You want to do something about it now?”
     
    Reid straightened, and his shadowed eyes locked on mine. “Can I?”
     
    My answer was to wrap my legs around his hips and lick my way into his mouth. I tangled my fingers in his hair, nearly swallowing his tongue when his cock slipped between my thighs. There was a tiny moment of hesitation, then some fumbling that I was too distracted to pay attention to, and I surged forward as he pushed into me in one fluid motion.
     
    Reid was generous enough to give me five whole seconds to appreciate how well his body fit against mine – a task not easy to accomplish with the way his lips were thoroughly ravaging my tongue – and then, he began rocking into my hips.
     
    “So,” he grunted, his movements sending chlorine-scented water into my hair. “I’ve always wanted to defile every room in my brother’s concrete mansion.”
     
    The lightning in my brain was making it impossible to attempt speech, but I managed a half-questioning, half-delirious sound. Evidently pleased by my effort, he reached up and clamped my nipples between his blunt fingernails, and all of a sudden, my limbs felt too heavy.
     
    “There hasn’t been anyone I’ve wanted to invite along, not until just now,” he went on. I couldn’t be too offended that he was still able to talk – his muscles were strung like piano wire beneath my skin, and every syllable sounded like it required energy he didn’t have. “You would make a perfect partner in crime.”
     
    I made another unintelligible sound, canting my pelvis against his, trying to get that one itch scratched. There was an angle I needed, but his grip on my body was making it impossible to get there.
     
    “Are you up for that?” Reid panted. His thrusts were getting sloppy, making the water foam around our entwined bodies. The fingers on my breast slid lower, lower, so close, almost there –
     
    “Yes,” I moaned, either in reply to his question or because his calloused fingertip stroked my clit. One more flick of his finger sent me soaring out of my body and into the ether, my mind alight with pleasure. My heels dug into his muscular thighs as my orgasm spread all the way down to my toes, and I rocked into him with no rhyme or reason, desperate to draw it out as long as I possibly could.
     
    Reid pinned me to the wall when he stilled, and the sensation of his weight pressing into my skin was too much to take. My head dropped onto his shoulder, and the sound of our too-loud breathing made me want to start all over again.
     
    “I might need a few minutes,” Reid said, and with a start, I realized I’d spoken aloud. “But you’re up for more, right?”
     
    How could he even ask me that? It was a miracle he’d made it through tech school. Shaking my head, I glanced up at him. He looked so nervous, and I couldn’t help but smile back.
     
    “Don’t we have a huge house to defile?”
     
     
     

 
    Swingers Club Orgy
    My heart hammered in my chest as I drove down the deserted highway. Julia, my wife, sat quiet in the passenger seat, staring absently out the window. Both of us seemed to be on edge about tonight's appointment. Would we fit in? Would it be as much fun as the website made it out to be? Or

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