The Tail of Temptation ~ Chapter Two: The First Night

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The Tail of Temptation – Chapter Two: The First Night

Published under: Erotic Stories

We pulled into the driveway, both buzzing with anticipation. The tail was new territory—uncharted, thrilling, a little intimidating. I knew I'd need to do what I always do: say a quiet prayer, trust my instincts, and wing it.

R went upstairs while I stayed behind to prepare. I applied a bit of coconut oil, gently inserting the tail plug, then slipped into my green lacy undies. Brushing my teeth, I wiggled my hips to feel how it filled me—firm, present, deliciously unfamiliar.

I tugged it slightly, just to test the sensation. My clit pulsed in response. This was going to be interesting.

I pulled his freshly laundered work shirt over my head, the scent of him wrapping around me like a hug. One more wiggle, one more smile, and I padded upstairs—open-minded, open-bodied, and ready.


Stay tuned for the final Chapter three: The Reveal.

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