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She pushed open the kitchen door and there stood her husband, wearing her pink apron, at the stove stirring something that smelled delicious. “Honey, thank you so much, what is all of this for?”

He turned to her and wrapped his strong arms around her frame, enfolding her into a warm embrace. His voice tickled against her ear as he whispered, “All of this is because I love you more than anything and I wanted to make sure you knew that.”

He then moved his lips over hers and kissed her slow and deeply, with a passion that had been lacking in their marriage for some time. Her body instantly responded and she pressed herself closer to him. He stifled a groan as he felt her softness and warmth against him, his cock hardened almost immediately. They had both been working so hard that intimacy had all but died out, he wasn’t even sure when the last time that they had made love was.

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I’d rented a harem girl outfit for this Halloween party—a downright sexy ensemble comprised of a red and gold, beaded bustier that showed off a deep cleavage, a bare midriff, and a long, matching skirt of mainly diaphanous fabric. It certainly got heads turning once I arrived. I didn’t mind. It was a chance to act out secret fantasies that I conjure when sleep evades me.

Guests in colorful costumes swirled and shook on the dance floor to an upbeat tune. My gaze moved unconsciously to a place across the dance floor, and my heart skipped a beat as I locked eyes with the Phantom of the Opera. Even from a distance, the heat in his gaze moved over me like a current. He was tall and dark-haired, imposing in a black cape and that mysterious white mask that covered his face from the nose up. The square line of his jaw and the sensual curve of his mouth made a knot tighten right between my thighs.

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They barely made it to a bathroom stall before she had his back against the door and her mouth on his. He returned her forceful kisses with his own, feeling her breasts and toying with her pert nipples. She moaned into his mouth and began stroking him through his pants, urging his dick to harden. Tyler reached a hand beneath her skirt and pushed her panties aside, pressing a finger into her damp slit and easily finding her sweet spot as his thumb stroked her clit. The sensation of his skilled fingers on her womanhood was almost more than Aphrodite could take. She pushed herself away and grabbed his hand, licking her juices off of his finger— slowly, seductively, watching his pupils dilate with lust.

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“I like to watch,” you said. I can still remember the day you said it. It was sunny and we were having coffee in the nondescript café by the park. You told me you liked to watch in that low, sexy undertone you only use in bed when the lust is strong in you. Your eyes shone as your confessed your desire.

Oh yes, it turned me on. I couldn’t wait to help you out.

And so you watched as I lay back on the black sheets, spread my legs and began to masturbate…

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“Tad!”

“That’s Pirate Tad to you, you little whore.”

My heart beats harder. He knows I love the dirty words. Whore and slut and trollop. All of them, they make me crazy and wet. They make me come. “Please, no!” But I shiver in his arms as a cool breeze floats by.

“Loose women got the stocks,” Tad growls, carrying me around the corner. Even as I thrash and protest, he sets my head and shoulders in the hollow half moons of the wooden stocks and sets the top down over me. I am trapped. Tad tugs at my tiny shorts and gets them around my knees. My panties join them and I am dizzy from want. I push my ass back at him, begging him to use me. Whatever he wants, however he wants. I’m trapped and helpless and his. All his. His loose woman.

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I want it hot. I want it fast, and dirty, and wrong. I want him to fuck me until I scream; I want him to beat me, to tie my hands behind my back and tell me that I have no choice, that thisis how I’m going to get it, and that this is the way I’m going to like it. I want him to look straight through me, as if I don’t even exist. I want him to twist my arm behind my back, forcing me onto my knees. I don’t want even the slightest hint of love, of romance. I want pure, hot, sex – vicious, cruel, hurting sex…

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So we played strip poker, drunk and giggling. I’d never been much good at the game, but then neither were my opponents. I lost my skirt but then Richard had to remove his shirt not long after. He then lost his socks to Deano, who opted to take off his pants.

As the night wore on, our giggles subsided. A strange awareness took hold of us. I found myself trying not to look at Deano’s impressive biceps, cast into shadows by the overhead lamp. And I became increasingly aware of Richard’s incongruously light chest hair and pierced nipple.

They too were nervous. I felt their eyes on me as I studied my cards, sitting there vulnerable in my bra and panties, my nipples becoming involuntarily hard…

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Flower’s arm and leg muscles screamed with the burn of being stretched and secured. She lay on her back over the padded bench they used for sessions like this. Her slim arms were secured in a position over her head. Each long leg was spread and cuffed to the legs of the bench. There she lay naked and immobile.

Perspiration beaded on her forehead as she looked at the man standing over her. Sir Henry gazed down at his bound slave in delight. He adored her and the way she pleased him. Tonight, he would give her a treat. He would allow her to soar with orgasm.

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I don’t think I’ve ever told you exactly how I feel when you make love to me.

Kissing you sends shivers down my spine. Your lips pressing mine, our tongues lightly touching at first, teasing. As the passion increases, they dance, intertwined, playing with each other. It makes me dizzy with desire for you.

I love the feel of your arms around me. Of your hands caressing my back, my arms, and my face. And I love to touch you, to feel your strong muscles under your smooth skin. I love running my hands along your chest, playing with your hair and making your nipples hard. When that happens, I can’t resist kissing and sucking on them. It pleases me so when I feel you shiver from it. I love to follow the trail of hair on your stomach with my mouth, knowing it will lead me to a place of great pleasure.

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I take off your pants. I greet your cock.

It stands erect, standing at attention to meet me. A soldier cock, full of eagerness and courage, keen to do its job. A marching, saluting cock, with an impressive helmet, and a no-nonsense attitude.

It’s a good size. A good size for me, at least, and that is all that matters right now.

I take my time to admire your cock. The skin is smooth at the tip, and there is a pinky redness below the head, a faint reminder of the cruel scalpel inflicted in infancy. I wonder how you’d look with a foreskin. There are blue veins here and there, almost throbbing, but not yet. I look forward to making them pulse.

Your erection has smoothed out the wrinkles, stretched the skin tight in places. You jut proudly from a tangle of wiry dark hair, a flagpole hung from a jungle. Your testicles are pendulous and heavy, full of come. Waiting to deliver…

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