Sentual Stories

"Please, Ayla Grace" he barely whispered. His nose was a centimeter from mine. My heart was pounding in my chest, my breaths were short and hot. My whole body felt on fire, blazing through every inch of me, filling me with overwhelming desire. A desire that could only be filled by him. His hand traveled to the small of my back and held me against him. I just stared at his slightly glistening lips. My lips craved their touch. I tried to form a sensible thought... "Why was I not supposed to do this? Where was I? What was I doing? I know this isn't right, but even so, It's feels right, so damn right." I thought to myself. It didn't work, my every thought was blocked by him. Every since the day I met him, I kind of knew. Of course I denied everything at first but later I would find out I couldn't help myself. Only a few moments had past since he last spoke. I looked back into his eyes. He was staring at my lips. His breath matched mine quick and hot. "What do they call this?" I thought. "Ok" I barely whisper. His lips crush into mine. "Basorexia" I think to myself as I let him take over my thoughts.

When I turned forty I was given a pass to have as much sex as I wished and then at 50 I got the partner to do that with these are those stories

This is the first ever fanfic I wrote and it was originally posted on my Instagram @why.dont.we.make.imagines. This is by far the worst one I ever made; it's short and has plenty mistakes/errors but enjoy!