Red Confession: Waking Wet for My Man, Lost in Forbidden Libertine Lust

My man. Those words slip from my lips. Soft wake-up. Bed empty. He’s gone this morning. I stretch lazy. Sheet grazes my nipples. They harden instant. Pussy floods wet. Heart thuds heavy. Hand drifts down. Between thighs. Butterfly light on pubic fuzz. Excitement surges. Memories crash in.

Eighteen. Leaving dull provincial C. on the Saône. Off to Lyon law. Pretty enough. But bourgeois teen life? Zero fire. Flirts. Fucks. Nothing. First time? No pain. No spark. Just meh.

The Fever Ignites

Masturbations frequent. Clues. Dad’s hidden stash. Top shelf. Last summer home alone. Parents fled to Menton. Me? Dodge family hell. Dad golfs. Mom whisky-whines about her bastard husband.

Not total lie. Prep law. Dad’s office mine. Hunt droit social. Boom. Four tomes: Contes libertins du XVIIIe siècle. Grin. Grab first. Back to desk. Les trois sœurs. Anonymous.

Shock hits. Not erotica. Hardcore. Women fucked by men. Women licking women. Men sucking men. Threesomes. Orgies. Ten-ways. Drowning in cum. Pussy juice. Piss floods.

Heart hammers chest. Want to stop. Can’t. Hand weighs heavy. Pages fly. Door cracks open. My world. Inside me always.

Routine sets. Work done. Sofa. Naked. Nipples peak before book opens. Mirror gaze. Excites. Pussy lips pink. Blond fuzz. Already glistening.

Skin burns hot. Breath short. Legs spread wide. Book devours. Scenes sear brain. Too much. Back against leather. Thighs part. Fingers tease clit. Soft. Mutine.

Blaze of Savage Release

Words echo. Heroines gangbanged. Three cocks. Four. Five. Face splattered seed. Dyke tongue raids cunt. Hand speeds. Eyes squeeze shut. Shivers rip body. Ass sweat pools on leather. Slick puddle.

Pussy soaked. Finger plunges in. Not alone. Men circle. Dirty talk whispers. Mouth gapes. Swallow cocks. ‘Bite.’ Word throbs. Heat spikes.

Left hand roams tits. Electric jolt. Pinch nipples. Pleasure-pain mix. Hand slides down. Ass cheeks. Middle finger rims crack. Dips pussy slick. Harvest juice. Pushes anus. Slow. Deep.

Urgency builds. Body coils. Muscles tense. Sweat beads. Heart races wild. Fingers fuck frantic. Clit swollen. Ass gripped. Cunt clenches.

Orgasm erupts. Earthquake. Body bucks. Waves crash. Scream silent. Juices squirt. Legs quake. Vision whites.

Collapse. Full. Ogress sated. Stretch long on sofa. Smile lazy. Skin glows. Bit ashamed. Fleeting.

No more fear. Mom’s cage? Repressed misery. Vowed free. Instincts rule. Reason follows. That summer? Unleashed beast. My man later fanned flames. But roots here. Raw. Animal.