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Erotica

Erotica can become an addiction quicker than one would think. I have learned to love the filth of written words. Some are almost minded consuming.

She laid on her bed reading the latest book on erotica, never hearing the door open. “With her hand slipping between her thighs, the young girl had just penetrated her pussy when she felt the man. Who was this? Did she ever want to turn around, or was the sudden dampness due to him? His hands moved up her thighs, cupping her ass from behind.”

Erotica is like ready porn.

“The male, or so she assumed moved behind her on the bed, pulling her fingers from her. With a growl, he pushed his cock into her wet lips, bypassing any resistance she may have. Her hand soaking wet, he would force her to suck her fingers till the taste of pussy was gone. She sucked in each finger as he pushed into her core with a pounding force. So tight that his cock struggled to fully get inside of her. She was tight as a glove, and her narrow tunnel pulsating around his shaft.” This erotica was making me wet with need.


A fantasy fuck filled my erotica desires, forcing me to fuck a stranger. He pounded me from behind, his massive shaft splitting me open. God, he is an amazing fuck and I have no idea who this man is, nor do I care. Right now, all I want is to cum with a stranger and feel all of his seed inside of me. Doing this make me a dirty little bitch? I sure hope it does. I want everyone to know that I love fucking people I don’t know, and stealing cum. Call me the neighborhood sperm bank. Deliver a load today.

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