Let Me Feel You ; A Collection Series

⚠️ CONTENT WARNING – 18+ ONLY

This collection is strictly intended for adults aged 18 and older. It contains explicit, detailed erotic content including graphic sexual descriptions, multiple partners, age-gap dynamics, power imbalances, group s*x, *n*l play, oral s*x, domination, virginity loss, and other intense adult themes. Some stories are purely fictional; others draw from or rework real submitted outlines and experiences. Reader discretion is strongly advised. If you are under 18 or uncomfortable with explicit sexual material, do not continue.

Series Description

This collection is a deliberately indulgent series of standalone and loosely connected erotic short stories built for heat, immersion, and length.

The collection does not aim for moral resolution or romantic neatness unless the individual story calls for it. Some pieces end in afterglow and tentative connection; others end in exhaustion, anonymity, or the simple physical fact of having been thoroughly used. Recurring motifs—first times, older partners, public-adjacent risk, the contrast between a controlled daytime self and a night self that wants everything—will appear, but no overarching plot is required. Readers can enter at any story.

Scenes are allowed to breathe; oral s*x, penetration, multiple orgasms, and the physical aftermath are written at length rather than summarized. Power dynamics—age gaps, professional hierarchies, anonymous arrangements, dominance and submission—are central rather than incidental. Consent is present and often negotiated in advance, yet the emotional texture ranges from tender to raw to purely carnal.

This is not a romance series that happens to contain s*x. It is a s*x series that sometimes contains emotional consequence. The distinction is intentional.

Happy Reading💦

POV: Lila

I had spent twenty-one years being careful, and I was tired of it.

Every choice measured. Every risk calculated. High school was oversized sweatshirts, baggy jeans, and grades that kept everyone at a distance. I graduated near the top of my class without ever being kissed. College was better clothes—tops that actually fit my five-foot-two frame, that showed the shape of my 34B chest and the curve of my butt—but the same restraint. A few heated make-outs, some wandering hands, nothing more. I left university with a near-perfect GPA, a job at one of the city’s best advertising firms, and my virginity still locked away like it was something fragile.

The signing bonus hit my account and I stared at the number for a long time. My twenty-first birthday was coming. I decided I didn’t want careful anymore. I wanted something so complete it would burn the old version of me out of existence. I wanted to be used. Thoroughly. By more than one man. On purpose.

I found the club in a free alternative weekly I picked up at lunch. Their website looked professional. The testimonials were careful but clear. I emailed them that night before I could talk myself out of it.

A woman who called herself my concierge answered within two days. Her name was Vivian. Over the next three weeks we traded long messages. She asked everything.

“Have you had any sexual experience at all?”

“No,” I typed. “Nothing past kissing and some touching.”

“What do you want from the night?”

I stared at the screen for a full minute before answering. “I want to lose my virginity. I want more than one man. I want them to use all of me. Mouth, p*ssy, butt. I don’t want to leave anything unused.”

She never flinched. She sent a preparation checklist, helped me choose lingerie that cost more than I used to spend on an entire month of clothes, and confirmed five screened men for a private room a few days after my birthday.

The night finally arrived.

I stood in my bathroom mirror wearing the black lace set she had approved. Sheer panels, thin straps, the kind of lingerie that framed rather than hid. My makeup was precise. My body was smooth. I slipped on a long coat, locked the door, and rode across the city with my pulse hammering in my throat.

The doorman checked my name and opened the door. The lounge was low-lit and quiet in a a more different way than I imagine. Couches, a long bar, people in suits and evening wear. In one corner a woman was already on her knees between a man’s legs. No one stared. The air smelled like expensive perfume and something warmer underneath.

A tall woman with dark hair in a ponytail and olive skin walked toward me. She wore only black lingerie that matched the quality of mine. Green eyes. Calm smile.

“Lila,” she said. “I’m Vivian, your concierge.”

The doorman took my coat. Suddenly I was standing there in nothing but lace and heels. I felt every pair of eyes that flicked over me.

Vivian led me to a small table. We went over the plan one last time.

“Everything is exactly as we discussed,” she said. “Five men. Private room. I will stay in the room the entire time. You can stop anything with the word we agreed on. Are you still sure you’re up for this?”

I swallowed. “I’m sure.”

She stood, took my hand, and walked me to a door on the far side of the lounge. The swipe of her wrist card sounded very loud as we stepped through.

The private room was warmer. A large bed with deep red sheets sat in the center. A cabinet nearby held bottles and toys. Across the room five naked men waited near a small bar. Their bodies were toned and gleaming. Two wore black masks. One had what I call a salt-and-pepper beard. One was completely shaved. Three were already hard. I could tell by the way their bulge was poking through their pants. My mind registered the men standing at the corner—one Black, one Latino, three white. Two uncut.

Vivian squeezed my hand and led me forward.

“Gentlemen,” she said simply. “This is Lila.”

Each man stepped close and kissed me in a slow, deliberate yet tasting manner. When the last one finished, Vivian cradled my face in both hands and kissed me herself. Her mouth was softer than the men’s. Her tongue slipped between my lips for a moment, then she pulled back.

“Sorry. That was just too hot for me to pass back on. I’ll be right here,” she said quietly. “Enjoy yourself.”

She stepped away.

The five men closed around me.

I felt hands everywhere at once. Palms sliding over lace, over bare skin. Hard members brushed my thighs and pressed against the curve of my butt. The bearded man kissed me deeply while his hands gripped my hips. I kissed him back, a little desperate. The Black man took my right hand and wrapped it around his thick hard member. It was heavy and hot. My fingers closed on instinct and started stroking.

Someone else slid a hand inside my panties.

“F*ck,” a low voice said near my ear. “She’s already soaked.”

Two fingers pushed into me and even though it was my first ever penetration, my knees nearly buckled. A mouth closed over one breast, then the other; I hadn’t even felt the bra being unhooked. Warm oil ran down the cleft of my butt and a hand followed, massaging it in with slow pressure.

My head was spinning. Every nerve felt lit. The shaved man’s hard member was silky under my other hand. Fingers worked between my legs. Mouths and hands claimed me from every direction.

The Latino man turned me by the shoulders, kissed me hard, and began guiding me down.

“On your knees,” he said, voice rough but not unkind.

I sank without fighting it. The others stepped back. His uncut hard member hovered in front of my face. He rested both hands on my head and drew me forward.

“Open.”

I did. I flicked my tongue under the foreskin, surprised by how soft the head felt compared to the rigid shaft. He pressed forward. The head slid past my lips. He pushed deeper, slow and steady. When he reached the back of my throat I coughed once.

He paused. “Just relax your throat. Breathe through your nose.”

I tried. He waited, then pushed again. The rest of him slid in until his body pressed against my face. He held there for a long second, then began to move in short, controlled thrusts.

The other men formed a loose line behind him.

I was still on my knees, mouth full, eyes watering, spit already running down my chin, when I realized the careful version of me was gone. She had stayed outside the door. The girl on her knees with a hard member sliding in and out of her throat was someone new—and she was already hungry for the next one.

The man above me groaned and I felt him swell against my tongue. Before I could decide whether to pull back or stay, the first thick pulse of c*m flooded my mouth—and the next hard member was already waiting.

POV: Lila

The man above me groaned, low and rough. I felt him swell against my tongue a second before the first thick pulse hit. Warm, salty, more than I expected. My first instinct was to pull back, but his hands stayed light on my head and I stayed where I was. I swallowed. Then swallowed again as more flooded my mouth. When he finally eased out, a thin string of c*m connected my lower lip to the head of his hard member before it broke.

“Dammit,” he said, voice thick. “She swallowed every drop.”

A short laugh came from behind him. “Told you she would.”

I was still on my knees, breathing hard, chin wet, when the next hard member was already in front of my face. I didn’t wait for instructions. I opened and took him in. This one was longer, not quite as thick. He pushed deeper than the first, testing the limit of my throat. When he hit the back I gagged once, eyes watering, but I didn’t pull off. He made a pleased sound and started f*ck