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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