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Today, we're seeing a return to sex of sorts. If, like video porn, you don't even know where to begin, know that we've collected the 30 hottest stories from around the web—tales so scintillating, you'll be in the mood before you even finish the first one. So if you ever want to turn off the visual, give any of these short a read. It should go without saying, but all text within is NSFW. She flicked off the lights and pushed him against the wall.

A frame fell face down on the floor and shattered next to them. She didn't allow him to take notice. She bit at his bottom lip, tugging his face, commanding him to follow her lead as she walked backwards down the hallway, deeper into the darkness, her darkness.

And he, submitting to her bestial strength, simply weaved his fingers into the rust of her hair and bowed to her dominion. Like a lowly, unassuming insect, captivated by her hellfire glow. Halfway down the hall, sex slammed him back first into short wall again, harder than before — no frames there that time. She clawed at his chest under his shirt as she ate his kiss once stories and bit down his neck; the groans he breathed out into the obscurity flinched sharply as her fangs grew less and less forgiving.

His buckle caught the flash of lamplight seeping in from somewhere outside as she tugged at the leather strap of his belt. She ran her fingers up and back down the front of his chest, back down to his waist, and unclasped his belt, plucking it from the loops with a single sliding pull. Feverishly, she tore his pants open and moved them, sex with his boxers, sex just enough to reveal his smug erection.

With both palms on his board-firm chest, she smirked at him, kissed him once more, a little softer than before, and squatted down before him. He held his dark girth in his hand, stroking it as he presented it to her. She swatted his hand away. She picked his belt up from the floor and wrapped it around his wrists, binding his hands behind his back.

She rested her palms against the glass and let his fingers resume their trail up her legs. And she knew they couldn't. It was a mirrored window and she knew no one could see in. But being able to see everyone else caused her adrenaline to spike. She was shaking with anticipation.

When his fingers pushed up against her panties, she felt the stories of her desire soak into the fabric. He tucked his fingers under the wet fabric and between her throbbing lips. She gasped loudly and squirmed, but kept sex hands on the glass. He worked his other hand down the front of her shirt and into her bra, finding her nipple with ease and pulsing his finger and thumb to squeeze her nipple as he sped the rhythm of his fingers in her panties.

She was panting as the pressure built. There was so much danger of being caught, doing this in the middle of the day in the breakroom while everyone else was right outside the window. Once on the bed, she takes the lead. She moves in slowly towards you, looks back at her boyfriend for a moment, and kisses you softly on the lips. You start by making out with her. He is almost instantly hard.

She kisses him. She kisses you again. Stories invites you guys to kiss each other. You realize she's already in her underwear. She looks like a goddamn porn star.

You take off your own top. You help him remove his dumb plaid shirt. But you hold back to let her pilot you through this experience. It is her boyfriend after all, and you know stories she can be pretty fierce and protective, especially when it comes to her man. She teases him with her hands and stories mouth through his boxers.

He runs his hand through your hair. You look down as she shimmies his boxers right off his body and his erection springs back to point up at you. You're a little shy at first, but your friend gives you a reassuring look. Go for it. Skin against skin," Emma tilted her head back and nuzzled Rachel's neck. Nonetheless, a twinge of excitement raced through her.

She had never experienced this side of Emma. And while perplexing, there was an unexpected allure. Both regularly dated men, with whom they had varying degrees of success. Never, though, had Emma hinted that she might be interested stories anything more than a platonic relationship with Short. Or any other woman, for that matter. But maybe tonight, the chill, the fatigue, the Baltic air, and the whiskey was just the tonic to send Emma into a state that Rachel was beginning to feel would be hard to undo.

And so, despite her nagging apprehension, Rachel permitted herself to do what she could have never anticipated. She stripped off her sweater and t-shirt. Her body, thicker and more athletic than Emma's, had always been a source of unhappiness for her. Tonight, though, an ocean away from sex, she decided to embrace it all. As she submitted, the hair on her arms bristled, sex she sex if it was the sharpness of the cold air or the feel of Emma's soft warm skin on her body.

While pondering the newness of it all, Rachel was ripped from her stories when the harsh glare of the florescent lights suddenly turned off and was replaced by tiny track lights that lined the corridor. Rachel glanced at her watch. It was The silence sex the hall and the protection of the shadowy light stories all Rachel needed now. The last of her worries faded and short sensations of sex body took hold.

A crescendo of excitement was stories inside of her. Emma's skin against her body and her hips between her legs sent Rachel's mind reeling. Rachel pushed Emma's long dark hair to one side and began rubbing her shoulders. She moaned with every new part of her back and shoulders that Rachel touched.

Emma's soft groans of relaxation only added to Rachel's arousal. And now, Rachel allowed her feelings to go where short pleased. As Rachel short to caress Emma's shoulders, Emma whispered, short feels amazing. Thank you. The sound of a match strike caught my attention and I opened my eyes to see Dan lighting candles around the bedroom.

It cast a soft, warm glow, the flickering making dancing shadows on our skin. I had always thought women's bodies were beautiful and men's bodies more short. I had never looked with desire on another man. But Dan was toned and fit; his muscles short with a grace I had not noticed before. He was hard and sticking straight out; I could not help short look at his shaved cock, nicely large with a big, short pink head.

Truthfully he was quite handsome naked. Val looked up and noticed where my eyes were. She waved Dan over so he stood beside the bed, his cock within her reach. She began to alternate stories us, sucking one while stroking the other.

She never rushed, always changing her technique moment to moment. She wasn't just good, she was an artist. Amalia sprawled on her stomach, naked save for the white sheet that had sex itself around one beautiful, tanned calf.

Her loose dark hair slid over her shoulder and the perfectly executed R of a scar was gone. I wanted short ask her what the initial stood for, but she looked at me through hooded eyes, and quirked her lips.

Sex if she wanted it again. As if we hadn't just fucked. My dick told my brain to shut up and stop using up so much blood so I could get hard again.

Amalia wasn't one of those women who would hang around long if you didn't give her what she wanted. I was pretty stories of that. Here Stories lay in silence, waiting, anticipating. As I wait I remember the last time. Was it an hour ago? Was it two? I try to sense the dryness in my mouth.

She undid my belt to free my cock and balls, and started gorging herself, filling her mouth as she rolled my length across her cheeks, all the time making these whimpering noises. She pulled her split skirt to the side and started frigging her clit frantically as she sucked and kissed my dick.

I had to hold her back and stood still staring down at her, this totally anonymous female pleading, worshipping, fingering herself senseless and practically weeping at the very sight, smell and taste of my dick, with those pretty eyes, staring up at me and begging me to let her suck. And all of this could have only taken one minute. I had this strange need to kiss her and thank her and maybe whisper or hold her or do at least a little part of the usual male-female communication stuff, but she put a pussy-wet finger to my mouth and turned her back to me.

The two of us stood there facing the cubicle door, listening for the sounds of humans beyond as my dick shrivelled to nothing in her hand. We were like two criminals hiding from the cops, listening for sounds. There were footsteps, male sounding, and then the hand dryer went on. As soon we heard the outer door opening and closing, she undid the lock and slipped out without a word or backward glance. I waited an hour, then another, but she was gone.

When I checked the website again, her profile had been erased. Regular women bore me, the whole damn process does. Women started consuming naughty books not because of some historic surge in desire but because of digital technology — the real reason Fifty Shades of Gr ey was a success was e-readers. What do you think men require from erotic writing that's different to women?

How did this affect the story you wrote for Esquire? Pure, no-strings sex, which is, deep down, what men like. He was one of those guys that left-wingers wish never existed — a sexist, pleasure-obsessed bloke who turns women into sex-crazed animals. The best line is more philosophical than arousing and tells much about the pleasures of prostate stimulation. My left hand was massaging my lips as my right hand tugged at my nipples. One by one, my fingers started to penetrate me, curling up to my g-spot.

Oh my god, I loved this so much. Slotting the disc into the computer, I waited for something to happen. Dane played with my hair, kissed my shoulder, made me laugh when he said, "Would you tell your wobbly ass to quit making my dick hard, please?

I wriggled on purpose, squashing my cheeks against his burgeoning cock. He responded by grabbing my tits, thrusting forward and making ridiculously fake sex sounds. I joined in and we laughed, until we heard a soft, feminine giggle. My head whipped around, my eyes found the screen.

I stared, nipples still between Dane's fingers, stunned by what I was seeing. Louise and Robin on a bed that was almost identical to the one behind me, both naked and shaking their tits at the camera. I wanted to turn it off. To snap the disc into a million pieces and mail it back to the shit stirrers who had sent it. But I couldn't, because Louise was playing with Robin's nipples and I was mesmerised.

I watched her plump lips wrap around a rosy bud, sucking, licking, baring her teeth and stretching it until Robin spasmed. Dane was silent behind me, and I wondered how this made him feel. Watching the two of them touching each other, seeing how they moved, and how they sounded.

Did it turn him on? Of course it did, how could it not? Both women were stunning, there was no escaping that. We met freshman year and got along with each other right away. We had a couple classes together and found ourselves hanging out a lot. One day we were talking and she just groaned and announced that she needed to get laid. I laughed and asked her about her boyfriend who went to another school a couple hours away.

She said that she needed something closer and ASAP! Then she looked at me and simply asked if I ate pussy. This was in the student center, by the way. Needless to say, we were back in her room 10 minutes later. We became roommates sophomore year, and our room became the nudist room fairly quickly.

Everyone was welcome, but everyone had to get naked. And group sex was very common in that room. One day, just before Thanksgiving, I was in our room studying with a guy named Brad. Samantha was in class for a couple hours, so Brad and I started fooling around.

About the time that my shirt and bra were off, and Brad was sitting on the bed with his cock in my mouth, I heard the door open, and Brad started squirming to get me to stop. I held onto him and looked up to see Samantha standing in the doorway. She proceeded to undress as she told us that her professor never showed up, so everyone left.

Needless to say, Brad was a bit surprised. I laughed and told him to relax. I explained that we usually went naked in our room. Then I went back to giving him head.

Samantha then told him that he wasn't the first naked guy in our room either, nor the first college threesome we have been in. She sat down next to Brad and started talking about how she loved watching me suck cock.

She then asked if she could have a taste. So we decided it would be hotter if he was to catch us in the act, so he went to a strip club to get warmed up while I meet my friends for drinks. I promised him I'd text him when we were on the way to the house, and we let him know by sending a pic of my friend in his driver's seat with his cock in my mouth. I knew I wanted him to last and make my husband watch as long as I could, so I sucked him off in the parking lot of the bar and made sure I swallowed every drop of cum before we headed to my house.

I stroked his cock all the way home, and by the time we pulled up in the driveway he was hard as a rock. We decided to strip and jump in the pool to mess around, knowing my husband would be home any time. He laid me out on the steps and buried his face between my legs, licking and sucking my clit so hard I was almost convulsing. He pulled his head up to let me know we had a visitor, and I turned around and saw my husband's face watching us through the window.

I knew he was probably already jerking off, so I grabbed my friend's head, shoved it back down to my pussy and started grinding against his beard as he tongue fucked me. I came loud and hard, and when I was done he stood up, grabbed my arm and dragged me inside. Having my clit stimulated has always been way better for me than penetration.

I love to be rubbed and fondled and licked. But she loved to be penetrated. Fucked, really. She'd never been with a guy at all. Never on a date, never kissed a guy or anything. But she loved to get fucked really hard. When I would touch her pussy after a few seconds of "warm up" she'd be reaching down and trying to push my fingers inside her.

I liked how wet she got. I got addicted to the feeling of making a girl all crazy with arousal. No wonder guys are such insatiable sex hounds! Having a girl panting and making sexy noises and wiggling around under your touches is fucking incredible. That feeling was amazing. I got more satisfaction out of getting Steph than I did from whatever she did to me after a while. Steph's pussy was so tiny. She had the sweetest little innie.

You couldn't see her lips at all until she was totally spread open. They were really thin and light pink. She was always perfectly groomed — soft dark hair on top and silky smooth all around. I loved teasing her little lips open. I'd push her legs way apart and I'd do really gentle strokes from bottom to top.

Adding the slightest amount of pressure to start spreading her open like flower petals. She would get sooo wet. A few little strokes with one finger like that and I'd feel the slickness dripping from her. My favorite thing was to try to get her so worked up and wet that her honey would actually drip down and disappear between the cheeks of her ass.

Please drive up to the window," she announced as if nothing was out of the ordinary. Show me. I repeated the words silently as I pulled up, forced to look slightly up at her, noting how perfect her vantage point was. I could, of course, just take my meal and drive off, but something told me that, if I did, our little game was over, and I didn't want it to end. I wanted — needed — to find out how far she was willing to take it, to be honest. Feeling my face heat up under her subtle scrutiny, I slowly pulled the hem of my skirt up my thighs until she had a good view of my naked, obviously drenched, pussy.

I was so wet, in fact, that I could feel my arousal pooling under my bare ass. Humiliation burned in my cheeks. I shook, my heart pounding against my ribs. I hadn't even realized I'd been holding my breath until I started feeling a little light headed. That's when she nodded and dropped a pair of red packets in with my meal as well as the receipt.

This time I didn't even make it to home. This time I played with myself at every red light, unable to keep from an earth shattering orgasm half a block from my home. Not the first of the night, either, but certainly the best. Sliding my hand between them, I'm delighted when I detect a pocket of lingering warmth.

I cling to it, push my face into the soft fabric, breathing you in and pausing between each exhalation to stop my nose getting used to your scent too quickly. I'm still sleepy, lonely and cold, but I'm feeling something else now, too. What follows always begins with the lightest touch. Barely there brushes over a soft, flat nipple. My eyes are closed and I'm thinking about you as I breathe in the scent that is all you.

Your smile. The sound of your laugh. That glint you get in your eyes when your mind strays from whatever mundane task you're performing to something involving sex. With those few strokes and a few innocent thoughts of you, my nipples are both hard.

And I choose to ignore them, just for a moment. Instead, I stroke my chest. My collar bones. Trip the tips of my fingers up the side of my neck, just the way you do. It doesn't feel the same, but it still feels good. So does running my hand through my hair, brushing my thumb over my bottom lip, taking my fingers into my mouth and sucking. When I start to think about sucking your cock, I realise my hips are moving. I burrow further into the bed, leaving saliva trails on my chest as I reach for my nipples.

The wetness makes them ache for your mouth. You have this way of holding them between your teeth while your tongue rolls across them that makes my toes curl.

I nip, roll and squeeze, trying to make myself feel all those things you make me feel. He nipped at her earlobe, drawing a surprised gasp from her. Marissa's head was swimming. The desire to take what was being offered was so great, and yet her conscience was still trying to make an argument against it.

Squirming against Benji, she uttered a quiet mewl and said, "God. Shit, Benji…" She gasped again, this time as his mouth lay claim to her throat. His teeth nipped and his tongue licked at her dewy skin. Marissa moaned and tilted her head, baring her neck to his ministrations. It's not right… fuck! Weiss," he commanded, and Marissa obeyed. She was breathing so fast, it was making her dizzy; or maybe it was the crushing arousal streaking through her body. Benji's fingers continued up, and Marissa remembered that she had quite purposefully not worn underwear.

Her thighs just below the apex were already slicked with her juices, and when Benji's fingers found nothing but bare, naked, wet flesh beneath her shorts, he chuckled and growled his approval.

Marissa suddenly couldn't breathe. His fingers were just lingering, the tips teasing her inflamed lips, spreading her generous fluids up and around her vulva.

She jumped and gasped when he so innocently flicked his finger over her tender nub, then heard an inhaled "ohh" when he found the piercing, whimpering as he pinched and tugged at it. No panties and a piercing? Marissa was entirely under his spell, her lips parted, tongue darting out to moisten her tingling lips.

Benji leaned in, his lips grazing hers as he whispered, "You're such a gorgeous slut, Mrs. This secret doesn't change that. There was a quick succession of images on Mackenzie's face. Surprise turned into delight, and just as quickly turned into the feral determination. Before he had time to process these changes, she pounced on him, smashing her lips against his and clawing at his hair with her fingers.

Her tongue made its way inside his mouth, and Jarno was quick to react, letting his body go into autopilot, as he pressed the beautiful girl to his body using his arms on her lower back.

Mackenzie had her knees on the couch whilst he was sitting, which meant she was standing higher than him, her hair cascading down to cover their faces. The small hands that were in his hair switched to unbutton his shirt with haste. As soon as his torso was exposed, Mackenzie made a point of flattening her hand against his muscled abdomen. Jarno felt her moan against his mouth.

Then he was pushed back onto the couch armrest. Mackenzie just grinned mischievously. Never looking away from him, she removed his shoes and socks, before pulling on his pants. Then, in one swift movement, she uncovered his penis by pulling his briefs down. They both gasped, due to the sheer excitement they were feeling. Jarno could see the young woman lick her lips hungrily whilst looking at his stiff member, before going on all fours in front of it. The view of her heart shaped butt covered by her dress, as well as the ample cleavage and her piercing gaze, coupled with Mackenzie's hot breath over his cock nearly made Jarno come there and then.

Stroking my hand down her body, I grab mounds of flesh. I squeeze her rippling belly, nip her podgy hips, revelling in how lovely she feels. As a rule, I love all bodies equally, but there's something exciting about rounder ones. They move differently, make noises that more streamlined bodies don't. When I reach that black pubic hair, I take a handful.

It's damp, some of it warm, some cold. I know the cold is probably DJ's come and that fucking inflames me. Massaging it in, I part those thick labia with my fingers, mash them around in hot, wet skin. I can hear the squelching already, and Nicola's panting, too.

She's a noisy one when she comes, so I make sure I have a hand free to cover her mouth when she starts. And then, curling two fingers, I sink them inside her. I don't waste any time playing with her. The longer I fuck about the more likely she'll wake DJ.

Besides, she doesn't need priming, she's ready for me. I close my eyes, letting myself concentrate on my favourite thing in the world. Gender doesn't matter to me and never has. I'll fuck anybody, anywhere. I love sex, love having my cock sucked, my ass fucked, and I love sucking cocks, fucking asses and eating pussy.

But my favourite thing of all isn't having my cock buried in someone, but my fingers. Feeling bumps, ridges, ripples and patterns on my fingertips drives me wild.

Everyone feels different. Some bodies are tight, some not, some are wet, others dry, soft, rough… They all behave differently, too. DJ's ass had clamped around my fingers, and now Nicola's cunt is doing the same thing. I reached for her large gorgeous tit and pinched the proud nipple standing erect. The painful sensation caused her to arch her back as she rode me cowgirl style. The sobs of ecstasy emanating from her were exciting me and I could feel the stirrings beginning in my loins.

Without warning, I suddenly rolled her off me and followed through the motion until I was screwing her missionary style, all without missing a beat. Ignoring her pleas to be gentle I mercilessly fucked her. My cock was sliding in and out of her tight pussy.

She signaled her approval by wrapping her long muscular legs around me cradling my body. Her hands went around my neck and she stared into my eyes as I kept fucking her. Those large sensual brown eyes peering into my soul as we rocked away.

It was almost enough for me to forget the lie those wonderful eyes told. To keep from dwelling on that, I closed my eyes, as I thrust into her body, my testicles rapidly slapping against her ass.

Her moans of pleasure drifted up to me. It was another inducement to follow the laws of nature and climax. Spill my seed into this lovely creature and impregnate her. Have this woman as my helpmate, my partner, my lover, my wife, the mother of my children.

All the variables of life as simplified into one simple equation: a man and a woman and life. The fantasy excited me as I went into the end stage of our love making.

A few more thrusts and I would be finished. She could tell that I was due and begged me to come in ever increasing cries. The volume of her voice began increasing as well. Then in a well-ordered fashion, I reached my zenith and I could hold back no longer. I roared as I slammed into her a final time and my sperm shot out of my cock violently. I held my position as another stream followed, and then, another. She screamed in a climax as her body convulsed. I kept spurting until I couldn't spurt again and collapse on top of her.

He caught up to her and followed her out of the nightclub. They entered the elevator and she pressed the button for the 15th floor. They went down three stories, the door opened and she stepped out. Ed followed with a puzzled expression. She pulled a room key card from her clutch purse and opened the door of room She looked back and took Ed's hand, pulling him gently into the room.

When the door closed behind them she touched a wall switch and a gentle light came up in the room down a small hallway. In the dim light in the hall Ed saw Rachel looking up at his face. She smiled and he stepped forward to press himself against her body. All night he'd been wanting to do this.

She tilted her head up and his lips gently pressed against hers. He sighed at how soft her mouth was against his. He stroked his bottom lip across hers and felt her breath catch. He stroked her mouth with his once more and Rachel moaned at his sensual touch. He lifted his hands and stroked the sides of her exposed neck. A shiver went through her body and she gasped.

Then her tongue was in his mouth and Ed felt his body become lighter as his skin prickled with electricity. He moved his hands to her back and allowed them to slide down the silky fabric towards the curves of her ass.

Rachel's arms tightened their grip on him as she felt his hands descend. When he squeezed her ass she moaned into his mouth and kissed him almost feverishly. She missed his hands sliding up to undo the zipper on her dress until it began to slide down her body. She caught it before it fell off and pulled back from his lips with a grin. Ed pulled back to gaze in wonder at her bounty being supported by a demi cup bra. The cups barely contained her. He placed his hands under her tits and lifted them reverently.

Her nipples appeared over the edges of the cups. He immediately sucked one into his mouth and Rachel cried out in bliss from the intense sensations.

He gently squeezed and tugged on the second nipple as he stroked the first roughly with his tongue. Rachel clutched at his head and pulled him tighter against her tit, threatening to suffocate him in her soft flesh. Ed was tenting his pants painfully so he moved his hands down to undo his pants. She pushed his jacket back over his shoulders and tugged his bow tie loose. Then off went his shirt as he dropped his pants. She needed him, now! She grabbed his hand and moved them out of the hallway into the bedroom proper.

They tugged the rest of their clothes off, dropping them at their feet, and she pulled the comforter from the bed. Ed dragged her onto the bed and worshipped her tits with his mouth and hands until she was squirming with desire. Then he moved lower. The heat coming from her pussy was intense and he dipped his tongue into her juices as she cried out, holding his head against her.

I need you inside me! The second session began the same as the first. Kaur brought me into the same room with the TV monitor and attached all the same sensors she had previously.

Then she pressed the button and left the room. The progression of clips followed a similar pattern as the first session, starting with clips of women dancing, followed by women pleasuring themselves, and eventually full sex scenes.

The difference was that all of the stuff I had clicked through quickly in the prior session was gone. There were no artificial-looking bimbos in high heels, no girls with lots of tattoos or piercings, no lesbian scenes.

They'd clearly taken my preferences into account in selecting these scenes. But because every clip was closer to my liking, I allowed myself to be more picky. I clicked relatively quickly through clips I would have lingered on during the prior session, trying to find the ones that were just right, the girls who were particularly captivating.

Several of the clips were incredibly hot, featuring gorgeous but realistic-looking women engaged in genuinely passionate sex. I watched those in their entirety. Eventually, the clips ventured into new territory: threesomes of varying combinations, interracial scenes, anal sex, and even a gang bang scene. Of those, I spent the most time watching the threesome scenes featuring two women and a man, a couple of which were quite well done.

At about the 45 minute mark, a clip came on that was shot from the point of view of a man receiving a blow job. A beautiful girl, with huge brown eyes and a devilish smile was slowly sucking the man's cock, her eyes looking directly into the camera.

After a few seconds of sucking, she would let his cock fall out of her mouth, but would continue slowly stroking it with her hand while looking directly into the camera. She would smile and occasionally say something dirty. There was something so intimate about it. She was teasing him, taking him right up to the edge of climax but not past it. There was nothing hurried. She was drawing the pleasure out. I was so turned on that I threw my gown to the floor and stood naked.

Eventually, after another round of slow suction, she let him have his release, on her terms. She held his cock up to her cheek and stroked him just enough, never relinquishing eye contact. Cum burst from the tip of his cock like a geyser, glancing against her cheek before falling back onto his stomach.

That was what pushed me over the edge. I shot my load into my balled up gown. Another girl showed up beside the first. Equally beautiful, with diametrically different looks. Blonde, short, stacked, round in all the right places, compared to the long, lean brunette.

Her eyes lit up. You were the TA! The little hussy had come on to me, trying to better her grades. Came on strong. No way I was going to let a little pussy ruin my schooling and career. Even if it was prime, grade A. The brunette turned on her. You know the rules. The last thing we need is some testosterone laden jerk living here. What the fuck. Where did she get off telling someone I was gay? Just 'cause I didn't want to. Ashley grabbed my hand and dragged me into the building. I mean, just look at him.

Tan, manscaped, dressed like that. How obvious does he have to be? Hell, two of the girls in class told me about him, when I said I was going to get him to raise my grades, you know, with a little barter. I couldn't even get him hard. Damn of course not! I was shitting my pants, that someone might walk in on us.

She had taken her shirt off moments after entering my office, asking me what it was going to take. I'd almost run from the room when she had grabbed my crotch.

At the end of his instructions the man looked at her, his face in earnest, tacitly asking if she were interested. The man once again assured her that he had no interest in intercourse or any of the wonderful copulations that exist between a man and a woman.

He simply wanted to look at her naked body as she read to him. Elery was mulling over the request, her tongue between her teeth in uncertain, but intrigued hesitation. The proposition was free of any conflicts of conscience and Elery, having been without any sort of human interaction with regard to the sensual these past months, warmed to the idea. Fingers absently twisting the thin straps of her purse, she then asked, "Where is the bathroom?

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