Free SAFE: A Stepbrother Romance by Emma Hunter Page A

don’t think there’s any
chance we won’t remain compatible, but you owe it to yourself to explore what’s
out there on your own. At least doing it online is perfectly safe as long as
you remain anonymous for now.”

 
    Everything
he said made sense. He told her to reblog the posts on Tumblr she liked best,
and he would be able to get an idea for where she was headed by reviewing them.

 
    The
first night, Jillian had to put drops in her eyes after staring at the screen
wide-eyed for so long. Apparently, she had been living in a bubble. She had no
idea people did such crazy things and enjoyed it. It was pretty easy to
eliminate a few fetishes off the bat: water works, diapers, pony girls, whips.
All were either too gross, too weird, or too painful for her.

 
    Others
though...others had her in a constant state of arousal. She was quickly
becoming a pro at pleasuring herself while scrolling through the internet on
her laptop.

 
    She
loved the pictures of submissives dressed up like kitties or foxes, though she
thought she would never stop blushing when she realized exactly how the cute
tails were attached. At first she was ready to put anything anal into the, ‘hell
no,’ category, but the more videos she saw of a man’s cock slowly sliding into
a girl’s tight little ass, the more intrigued she got.

 
    If
sex was a roller coaster, anal sex looked like it was the one with the biggest
drops and fastest speeds. She had a feeling it would an exhilarating
experience.

 
    The
first time she saw a picture of a woman being double penetrated, she thought she
would come on the spot. That went straight beyond roller coaster to a jet
traveling at sonic speeds. She found some written accounts of it by women who
had done it. The potential feeling of being completely full and saturated with
arousal seemed too good to pass up. Biting her lip and nervous about Brad’s
reaction, she started to reblog the threesome pictures, hoping it wouldn’t hurt
his feelings.

 
    Others
got her blood flowing too: a man fucking a girl in a public place, a man
reading a newspaper while a girl sucked his cock or even only sat at his feet
naked and wearing a collar and leash. The submissives all had such content
expressions on their faces. And even though she knew some were professionally
staged, it seemed at least a few of the models weren’t so staged.

 
    She
absolutely loved the videos where a girl was getting spanked over a man’s lap.
Especially when the man would pause and slide his fingers into her pussy or ass
nonchalantly, maybe even wiping the moisture from her pussy on her skin before
going back to spanking her with his hand or a brush, or even a paddle. Her
favorite was when the girl would try to block the blow by putting her hand on
her ass, and then the man would hold her hand. It looked loving even though he
kept spanking her. Jillian wondered if she would ever have the endurance to take
a spanking hard enough to turn her ass purple.

 
    Thankfully
it was the weekend and she didn’t have to be at work. Brad didn’t come to see
her, but checked in with her every night over the phone. They talked about the
pictures she reblogged. When he spoke, his husky voice sent shivers through her
body. She couldn’t keep her hands off herself while listening. She gathered the
wetness from her pussy with her fingers and spread it all over her silky, pink
lips. If she was feeling particularly daring, she inched her moist fingers
toward her ass, but she usually chickened out before she touched herself there.

 
    Brad
would demand she tell him everything she was doing.

 
    “I’m
pinching my nipples. Oh, it feels so good! I’m too scared to do it as hard as
you did though.”

 
    “I’ll
buy you some clamps.”

 
    A
shiver raced up her back.

 
    “I’m
swirling my finger around my slit. I feel so soft after getting waxed today.

 
    “Did
it hurt?”

 
    “Not
too bad.”

 
    “I
bet you’d like it if