He thought of Marco’s lip ring grazing her clit and his tan hands gripping her thighs. He thought of Lakshmi flushed with the freshness of the scene, all too willing to let Marco squeeze her breasts and pinch her nipples as much as he liked while he fucked her, sticking his dick in her deep — undoubtedly deeper than John could go, as middling in size as he was. He thought of Marco’s lean fingers in her mouth and his teeth catching her earlobe, of his cock pressing into the exact same space John’s was pressing, of his cum filling her, and at that moment he shocked himself by muttering, “Fuck yes, I want him to fuck you, be a whore, fuck you right up like a whore,” and coming — like a collision, like a detonation, like a suicide in reverse.
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That’s an excerpt from the latest story on Fishnet, the online erotic fiction magazine I’m editing: The Quotidian Nightmare, by Rachael S. Kight. To read more, read the rest of the story. (Not for anyone under 18.) Enjoy!
