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Fucking his brother Noelle’s POVHe had grabbed me by my waist while eating me out. My mouth went agape, something I couldn't quite control. My eyes started to twitch really fast. I stared at him, my eyes darting faster through the room. My breathing was rapid; I couldn't see clearly while I called his name slowly, “Oh... David.” The more I called him, the more he kept rolling his tongue against my clit. I reached out for his shoulders as my hands vibrated slowly ; I just couldn't do this anymore.I closed my eyes, my breath shaking. I was seeing stars, something my husband, Dave, hadn't done for a long time. Tell me why I wouldn't get tired of the marriage; tell me why I wouldn't feel broken when I wanted to fix it all. Tell me why he would hurt me intentionally.Oh... I forgot; he had another woman. He had someone else and he probably forgot me. It wasn't like I wasn't attractive. I knew I was fucking damn attractive; however, somehow Dave found a way to hurt me after the years we

I'm not Gay !“I swear, you know I'm straight. I'm not gay!” I raised my voice at Mirabel for like the 100th time. I hated the accusations she always threw at me. It made me feel low, and no matter how much I argued, she insisted that I liked women. I know America did a lot to make sure that the stigma didn't stay on trans-women and gays majorly , but I wasn't one , it definetly wasn't who I was …at all “Don’t even try to force your choices on me; you chose to like women, not me. I made it clear.” For once, I sounded so certain because I knew what I wanted. I was sure about it and very certain.“But...” I raised my hands , stopping her words right in her throat. Mirabel tried to continue her statement; however, I cut her off before she could form something reasonable to say.“But your relationships with men never work out,” she paused, staring in my direction. However, once my gaze met hers, I diverted my eyes and stared at the wall.“It never does. Just this month alone, you have

Ariel's POVMoaning like a pig There are two important people in my life right now. Growing up without parents wasn't an easy task; my sister and Madison were the closest to me. However, I was highly disappointed with the way they lived their lives. They loved the nightlife and they loved partying like there was no tomorrow unlike me, the ambitious freak. I barely go out or make friends; I kept changing men because, yeah, men are horny freaks and sex wasn't my thing.It is Tuesday morning and I’m dressed early for work. Despite the cold weather, a dark chocolate fur jacket covers my shoulders properly, gloves are on my hands, and my leather bag is strapped against my stomach. I was heading to work when something engulfed my mind a thought that always kept me wondering.“Was sex really all that?” I mean, people find it very difficult to stick to one sexual partner; apart from that, how do they all enjoy it?It was displeasing to me. Not that it wasn't pleasurable to an extent it fucki

Bob never lasts in bed Brittany’s Point of View“What are you trying to say that I'm a sex maniac?” I asked him frantically. His eyes just kept wavering while he kept typing like his life depended on it.“I have work to do, Brittany. If you know you have nothing else to say, please keep quiet and let me concentrate on my work.”I stared at him with the way he kept typing over and over again, like his work was his life; yes, I wouldn't deny it. That was what gave us money; it was what gave us the luxury life we lived. The Lambos, the Porsches, the roof over our heads—it was his work, his skill, and him that gave it to us. I didn't have to work a dime because my husband already did it. He already paid the price for something he certainly knew got to me.“Rob, I'm asking you again: do you think I'm a sex maniac? Do you think I'm asking too much from you in bed?” I asked him, and total silence revolved through the room.He dropped his laptop while his hands guided it through like it was

Bob fucks really well Brittany's point of view He tossed me towards the back seat immediately, my ass landing on the soft foam. His car was decorated in black; I mean, it was no news that Bob definitely didn’t like colors at all. He hated colors to the extent that when I had big curtains for the sitting room, he bought his own set of black curtains, and they were really good. I didn’t actually bother removing them because they were quite cute and they fitted our aesthetics really well. I sat down on the seat while Bob buckled down his trousers. I mean, it was a new thing for me, so I’d rather say it than keep quiet about it. He stared at me, and I swear I couldn’t quite denote what the stare was all about. I had no idea if he was staring at my body because he loved me and he wanted to be with me so bad, or if he was staring at my body because he was lowkey regretting why he was married—such a sex grade.“I love you baby, I really do,” he smiled at me, kissing my hands slowly while s