o that story – clear pictures of the heat inside me when I watched my friends in their soft dresses, or saw them in the showe
rls falling over her shoulders. Her blouse hugged her full breasts, making my mouth dry. She was in her thirties, everything I wasn't – poised, su
craping the floor. "Is something wro
me. "No, the opposite. Your writing is... powerful. Brave. I love erotic books myself, and I'
e," I managed, my voice catching. She gave me a slip of paper with he
olet," she purred.
sleek windows and a soft light glowing inside. My black dress hugged my body, a mix
e of her breasts. Her jeans fit her hips perfectly. Her hair was loose, a dark cloud a
urniture, a cozy space. "Let me introduce my husband,
e chest. His dark skin gleamed under the light. His smile was both friendly and exciting. "Nice
and spice. "So, Violet," she began, her thigh touching mine, "what makes you write li
esires I haven't tried. Things I imagine but haven't don
We're open-minded about desires. Life's
hed my arm, light but clear. "Your story mentioned a couple," she s
ed me. Marcus's knee nudged mine, a soft signal. We talked about
utiful. "Let's go to the hot
ed one that barely held her breasts. Her nipples pushed against the cloth. Marcus's swim trunks hugged his strong thighs, hin
r shoulder brushing mine, her skin soft and warm. Marcus was across from me, his gaze intense, his kn
said, her voice a low purr. Her fingers traced
been talking about you," he said, his voice rough. "A
asy, happening now. "You do?" I whi
back, tasting wine and desire. My hands found her waist. Marcus's hand slid higher
g from our bodies. We shared towels close to each other, the air alive. Marcus's warm body pres
st my chest. I reached for her, my fingers brushing her nipples, hard and inviting throu
his lips claiming mine in a kiss that was all heat and demand. Renata's hands slid do
gently. Her tongue circled my large nipples until I arched my back beneath her. Marcus moved behind m
me gasp in pleasure. Renata's fingers found my clit, rubbing in circles. Her touch w
Her tongue probed my sensitive flesh, licking and sucking until I was shaking. Mar
my tongue exploring her, tasting her sweetness-earthy, thrilling. Marcus entered her from behin
s eyes met mine, dark with lust. I felt the connection, the three of us bound in this momen
er the edge, my own orgasm crashing through me. We collapsed together, a
d, her lips soft. "One mo
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