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Toying with Pleasure

Alina lay back on the pillows, naked and tingling with anticipation, as her boyfriend Leo rummaged through the box at the foot of their bed. "What next... the little pink one, or maybe the big wand?" he mused teasingly. Alina's cheeks flushed. They had decided to spice things up by trying all the new toys they'd bought together, and so far, the night had been an eye-opening delight. Leo pulled out a slim pink vibrator. "Ah, classic," he grinned. Kneeling between Alina’s parted legs, he pressed a kiss to her inner thigh while switching the toy on. It hummed quietly. Alina’s breath caught as Leo ran the vibrator along her folds, teasing but not yet pressing in. The gentle vibrations made her hips twitch. "Please," she whispered, lifting her pelvis invitingly. Smirking, Leo obliged. He circled the toy around her clit, drawing a gasp from Alina as jolts of pleasure shot through her. Slowly, he slid the vibrator into her slick entrance. It wasn’t large, but the buzzing sensation inside her made Alina moan loudly. She clutched the sheets, back arching when Leo bent down to suckle one of her nipples at the same time. The combined stimulation was incredible. Just as she was building toward release, Leo suddenly withdrew the toy. Alina opened her eyes in protest only to see him grabbing the large wand vibrator. "Time for the grand finale," he winked. Alina bit her lip in excitement. She had heard about these wands and their power. Leo clicked it on, and a deep, thrumming vibration filled the air. He placed the broad head against her clit and Alina nearly screamed at the intensity. Her thighs clamped reflexively around Leo’s hand. "Too much?" he asked, starting to lift it, but she shook her head vehemently. "Don’t stop!" she begged. He held it in place, and within seconds Alina was coming undone. She cried out, body shaking as an orgasm surged through her like electricity. Leo kept the wand there, working her through it until she was whimpering from oversensitivity. He turned it off and tossed it aside before quickly positioning himself. Alina was still shuddering when she felt Leo’s cock replace the toy, thrusting into her soaked, contracting pussy. "Yes... oh yes," she sobbed with pleasure, wrapping her legs around him. Her nerves were so heightened that every movement of him inside her sent aftershocks quivering through her. Leo groaned at how tightly she squeezed him. Only a few strokes later, he tensed and spilled into the condom he wore, his body shuddering against hers as he found his own bliss. He collapsed next to her, both of them breathing hard and laughing in disbelief at the intensity of it all. Alina rolled onto Leo’s chest, draping an arm across him amid the tangle of toy cords and discarded lingerie. "Best investment ever," she giggled, making Leo chuckle and press a kiss to her forehead. With toys and each other, they had found a whole new world of pleasure to explore together.

by Dante

erotic play sex toys playful

Edge of Ecstasy

Blindfolded and lying on satin sheets, I felt my entire world narrow to the sound of my breathing and the anticipation of my next sensation. My hands were tied loosely to the headboard with silk scarves, not for restraint but to remind me to surrender control. "Just relax," Marcus whispered somewhere to my left. Without sight, his deep voice alone sent a thrill through me. "I'm going to make you feel things... and you just tell me if it's too much." I nodded, biting my lower lip. My skin prickled with goosebumps, every nerve ending on high alert. The first touch was a gentle feather, trailing up my inner thigh. I gasped softly at the ticklish, delicate caress. It moved over my stomach, circled my breasts, gliding over my nipples until they hardened. I arched my back, a soft moan escaping me. The feather drifted away, and for a moment, I felt nothing but my pounding heart. Then came the heat. A warm, wet sensation on my right nipple—Marcus's mouth, sucking and flicking with his tongue. At the same time, something cold grazed my left nipple. I yelped at the contrast. An ice cube, perhaps? The cold sting made my nipple pebble tightly, and Marcus soothed it immediately with his hot tongue, melting the ice and replacing chill with warmth. The combination made my head spin. He continued this torturous play across my body, following each cold stroke of an ice cube with the heated press of his lips or the warmth of a massage candle’s dripping wax. A tiny splash of warm wax landed on my belly, and I hissed at the quick sting, but it faded into a deep pleasurable warmth that spread through me. "Okay?" he murmured, kissing the spot he'd dripped. "Yes," I breathed, "yes, oh god... It's amazing." Between my thighs, I was aching and drenched, desperate for more. As if reading my mind, Marcus parted my legs further. I felt the ice cube glide along my inner labia, and I nearly levitated off the bed at the intense sensation. The cold against my hot, swollen folds was electrifying. Before I could even beg, Marcus replaced it with his mouth. His tongue delved between my lips, lapping at my clit with firm, warm strokes that made me cry out. The ice and heat in quick succession had my nerves misfiring in the most exquisite way. My orgasm was cresting fast, an unstoppable tidal wave this time. "Marcus... I'm gonna—" I cried. Marcus's hips slowed, tormenting me right on that razor edge. "Hold it," he ordered roughly, sweat beading on his forehead as he too fought for control. I was nearly delirious, every muscle taut as I tried desperately not to tip over. My vision blurred. Finally, perhaps seeing I truly couldn’t take more, Marcus relented. "Come for me, now," he growled, slamming into me hard. The command and the force of his thrust broke me completely. I screamed his name as the orgasm tore through me, more powerful than any I’d ever felt. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed while I shook violently against my restraints. My climax triggered Marcus’s own. With a roar, he drove deep and held, his cock throbbing within my spasming walls as he poured his release into the condom. He collapsed forward carefully, both of us trembling in the aftermath. Gently, Marcus untied my wrists and gathered me into his arms. I was limp and crying softly—not from sadness, but from overwhelming relief and bliss. He peppered kisses over my face. "You did so well," he murmured, stroking my hair. I nestled into his chest, utterly spent, a content smile on my lips. The torture had been worth it; in Marcus’s arms, I felt like I was floating, having finally been allowed to tumble over the edge of ecstasy.

by Harper

bdsm orgasm denial teasing

Trading Partners

Lauren’s heart pounded as she watched her husband, Mark, kiss another woman just a few feet away on the living room couch. It should have felt strange, but instead a thrill coursed through her. This was the night they had agreed to swap partners with their close friends, David and Amy. They’d talked about it for months; now it was finally happening. A warm hand on Lauren’s chin turned her attention back to David, Amy’s husband, who stood in front of her. His eyes searched hers. "You okay?" he asked softly. Lauren nodded, exhaling to release her nerves. "Yeah... just a little surreal," she admitted with a shaky laugh. He smiled kindly. "We can stop anytime." In response, Lauren closed the distance and kissed him. It felt illicit and exciting to kiss someone new, but also safe in the confines of their agreement. Soon, clothes were shed and the living room was filled with mixed sounds of pleasure. David laid Lauren back on the plush rug. She glanced to the side and caught a glimpse of Mark entwined with Amy, her husband’s face buried between the redhead’s thighs. The sight sent a hot jolt of arousal through Lauren. "He’s enjoying himself," David murmured, noting her glance. "Let’s make sure you do too." With that, David trailed kisses down Lauren’s body, pausing to suck each nipple into his mouth until she writhed. Lauren gasped when his fingers found her slit—she was already embarrassingly wet. Slowly, he slid the vibrator from the nearby drawer (a planned prop) and pressed it against her clit, drawing a cry from her lips. Lauren’s head fell back; all thoughts of friendship and marriages blurred into pure sensation as the toy buzzed and David’s tongue replaced it moments later, lapping at her eagerly. Before long, Lauren was tugging at David’s shoulders, needing more. He needed no further prompting. Guiding his cock to her entrance, he pushed inside. Both of them moaned at the unfamiliar yet pleasurable intrusion. He felt different from Mark, but delightfully so. David set a gentle rhythm at first. Lauren ran her nails down his back, silently begging for more. He obliged, thrusts growing faster and deeper. Lauren’s moans joined Amy’s, creating a symphony of lust from both couples. She opened her eyes to see Mark now watching her even as Amy rode him. His gaze was heated and a little amazed as he watched his wife being taken by another man. The eye contact with her husband while David stretched her open was enough to tip Lauren into ecstasy. She cried out, her orgasm rippling through her. David groaned as her pussy clenched around him. With a few more hard thrusts, he followed, spilling into the condom he wore with a shuddering sigh. Lauren felt a strange pride at making another man come like that, and at how Mark’s eyes darkened seeing it. After a moment, David withdrew and helped Lauren sit up. Their spouses joined them on the rug, both flush and satisfied. Mark immediately pulled Lauren into his arms and kissed her deeply, as if claiming her once more. Amy curled against David with a happy grin. There was a shared sense of accomplishment and closeness among all four. "That was... wow," Lauren murmured, snuggling into Mark and also reaching out to squeeze Amy’s hand. It was wild and daring, but no jealousy tarnished the afterglow—only warmth and the fulfillment of trust. They had traded partners for the night, and in doing so, strangely strengthened the bonds between them all.

by Victor

swinger erotica partner swapping adventurous

Risky Exposure

Tara's back hit the cool brick wall of the alley behind the club, and she bit back a squeal of surprise. Jake’s mouth was on her neck in an instant, hot and hungry, his hands already tugging up her skirt. The muffled thump of music from inside and the distant sounds of the city night reminded them both that anyone could walk by at any moment—but that only made it more exciting. They had been flirting and teasing all night on the dance floor, and neither could wait until getting home. "Someone... might see," Tara whispered, even as she tilted her head to give him better access to her throat. Jake growled softly, "Let them." His fingers found the damp crotch of her panties and pushed them aside. Tara moaned, her eyes darting toward the street just beyond the alley’s shadow. It was late, no one was in sight—at least for now. With a rustle of fabric, Jake freed his aching cock from his jeans. Tara hitched one leg around his hip, high heel scraping the brick as she did. In one swift move, he thrust into her. Tara slapped a hand over her own mouth to stifle the cry that threatened to echo down the corridor. The risk of being heard only fueled their lust. Jake drove into her again and again, his other hand firmly grasping her thigh to keep her aloft. Tara clung to his shoulders, biting down on her knuckle as waves of illicit pleasure rolled through her. Each urgent thrust had Tara’s back rubbing against the wall, the slight rough scrape only adding to her sensory overload. She could hear blood rushing in her ears and the wet sounds of him pounding into her slick heat. "You’re so fucking sexy," Jake panted, capturing her lips in a fierce kiss to swallow both their moans. Tara responded by grinding down to meet his every slam, her body burning with need. It didn’t take long in their frenzied state. Tara’s body tensed, her inner muscles clenching hard around Jake's cock as she came. A muffled whimper escaped her lips into his shoulder. The sensation of her climax triggered Jake’s own. He buried himself deep with a strangled groan, spilling into the condom he somehow managed to slip on earlier, holding her as waves of pleasure pulsed through him. They stayed entwined for a few heartbeats, foreheads pressed together, breathing harshly in the dark. Distantly, laughter echoed from the club’s entrance—someone was coming outside. In a flash, Jake gently lowered Tara and they hastily smoothed clothing. Peeking out of the alley, they slipped back toward the sidewalk hand in hand, adrenaline still coursing. Tara’s cheeks were flushed and her panties soaked with more than just her arousal, but she felt a giddy sense of triumph. They’d nearly been caught, but not quite... and it was the hottest night of her life.

by Yasmin

exhibitionism public sex urgent

Roleplay Rendezvous

Sitting at the hotel bar in a slinky red dress, Valerie crossed her legs and pretended not to notice the handsome man eyeing her from the corner. In reality, that man was her fiancé, Derek—but tonight, they were strangers. It was their favorite roleplay: meet as if for the first time and let the night unravel from there. Derek approached with a cocky smile. "Is this seat taken?" he asked, already sliding onto the stool beside her. Valerie twirled her cocktail glass and gave him a coy glance. "Depends. You buying me a drink?" she replied. They bantered flirtatiously, playing their parts to the hilt—Valerie as the bold single woman out for excitement, Derek as the charming rogue. Within twenty minutes, her cheeks were flushed from both the wine and the thrill of make-believe. "Want to get out of here?" Derek murmured in her ear, a hand brushing daringly high on her thigh. Valerie's breath hitched. "My room’s upstairs," she whispered back, biting her lip. They barely made it to the elevator before Derek pushed her against the wall and captured her lips in a searing kiss. Valerie moaned into his mouth, loving the way he played the eager stranger. When the elevator dinged on her floor, they stumbled to her door, giggling and kissing like tipsy lovers who couldn't wait. The moment the hotel room door closed, their charade turned up to eleven. Derek spun Valerie around and pressed her front against the wall. "Keep your hands up," he growled playfully, pinning her wrists above her head. "I’m going to ravish you now, beautiful." A jolt of arousal shot through Valerie. "Oh, please... don’t stop," she gasped theatrically, wiggling her ass against him. Derek yanked up her tight dress, bunching it around her waist, and slid her lacy panties down her legs. Valerie’s pulse raced as he nudged her feet apart. One of his hands snaked around to squeeze her breast, while the other guided his erection to her dripping slit. With one smooth thrust, Derek entered her. Valerie slapped a hand over her own mouth to stifle the cry that threatened to escape. The emotion of their game still crackled between them, but now it was transformed into raw, animal passion. Derek hammered into her, his grunts and her muffled moans filling the air. It was rough, fast, and exhilarating. He reached around and rubbed her clit in tight circles, pushing her quickly towards the edge. "Oh god... yes!" Valerie wailed, forgetting to hold back as she came hard around his cock. Her knees buckled, but Derek held her up, pumping through her climax until his own hit. He bit gently on her shoulder to stifle his shout as he emptied into the condom strapped on him. They slumped against the wall, breathing hard, reality creeping back as their roleplay ended. Derek gently released her wrists and turned her to face him. Both of them broke character, laughing breathlessly. He kissed her tenderly now, brushing hair from her face. "Have I told you tonight how much I love you?" he murmured. Valerie grinned, heart swelling with love and lingering lust. "Why don’t you show me again," she whispered, pulling him toward the bed. Their roleplay might be over, but the night certainly was not.

by Melina

roleplay erotica stranger roleplay rough sex