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I’d been turning the idea over in my mind for weeks, but nothing prepared me for what I felt when the first unknown hands traced my skin in the dark.

For years I'd been chasing something harder than one man. That weekend, at my mountain house, thirty of them were waiting by the pool.

I’d gone a week without hearing from him when he waited for me after class, took me to a secluded corner, and let three strangers watch everything.

When the van pulled up behind me in the dead of night, I knew that night wasn’t going to end like any other. And to my surprise, I didn’t want it to.

We went out to sunbathe with no tan lines and no one around. What we didn’t imagine was how many would be on top of us before we got back in the water.

Lying in the sun after what had just happened, we heard them laughing at him for not daring to come over. And that was exactly what made us get up.

They left the club at two in the morning. Renata had no idea the real show that night was playing on a screen at the foot of the bed.

She agreed to follow her in the car without really knowing why. She only knew that, while driving behind her, something inside her body was stirring to life.

We got turned on in class and couldn’t wait until we got home. The vacant lot behind the college was the first of many places where we shouldn’t have touched each other.

Of all the women who came to that party, she was the only one I didn’t get to taste. So when her name appeared on my phone the next day, I knew I wouldn’t be able to say no.

I had been training submissive women online for years, but I never imagined that behind my new slave’s mask would be the face of the woman who lived right across the street.

Her father was speaking in my ear over the phone while she silently slid my thong down. We knew a single moan could give us away, and that made it hotter.

I went up to the seventh floor looking to relax for an hour. I had no idea the masseuse, and then my lover, had other plans for me that night.

Carla couldn’t take her eyes off her while she worked out. Every drop of sweat on her back ignited something she’d never felt for another woman.

When Renata opened the bedroom door wearing a harness and asked if there was room for one more, I knew that Christmas was one none of us would ever forget.

I’d gone three months without her hands, without her mouth, without her tits on mine. That night I poured a glass of wine, stripped naked, and decided pleasure didn’t have to wait for her return.

I thought I would be guiding her through her first experience, but she was the one who took control and showed me how far my body could go.

Mara covered her friend’s eyes and asked for silence. What she did next with her tongue crossed the line forever.

I thought stripping naked in front of strangers would be enough to lose my shame. Then that couple lay down beside me and looked at me as if they already knew what I still didn’t dare ask for.

My husband handed me over to that man and spent his time filming while I took him for more than an hour. He wasn’t interested in my pussy—only my ass.