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THE SCENES OF LOVE & LUST

Behind the Scenes of Love, Lust, and Secret Sexual Awakening In "Love's Forbidden Desires," the story delves into the hidden intricacies of love, lust, and the profound journey of sexual awakening, unveiling the secrets that lie beneath the surface. **Love Behind the Scenes**: The love shared by the two main characters, women and man, is a well-guarded secret. Behind closed doors and hushed whispers, their love blossoms, defying societal norms and expectations. It's a love that simmers in the shadows, intensifying their connection and rendering it all the more passionate and forbidden. **Lust Unveiled**: While the world may only see the facade of their lives, behind the scenes, their intense physical attraction is laid bare. Their lust, once concealed, now takes center stage, fueling electrifying encounters where they embrace their deepest and most primal desires. **Secrets of Sexual Awakening**: Behind closed doors, women and man embark on a thrilling and sensual journey of sexual awakening. The secret world they create is a safe haven for exploring their innermost desires and unraveling the mysteries of their own sensuality. It's a path of self-discovery, where inhibitions fade, and the secrets of their passionate desires come to light. **Hidden Fascination**: The heart of their story is the captivating secrecy that shrouds their romance. This forbidden love is a hidden fascination that propels them into a world of intrigue and excitement. Their stolen moments, whispered confessions, and shared secrets become the threads that weave the tapestry of their love, adding a thrilling element of danger. **Unveiling Adventure and Romance**: Behind the scenes, their love story unfolds as an exhilarating adventure through exotic and enigmatic locales. It's a tale of heart-pounding escapades and tender moments, where two souls are intertwined in a romance that transcends boundaries and defies societal conventions. In "In Behind The Senses Lust & Love's Forbidden Desires," the behind-the-scenes narrative pulls back the curtain on a world of intense emotions, untamed passions, and secret adventures, making it a spellbinding tale of love that defies all expectations and embraces the hidden depths of human desire.

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Packing and Preparing for Departure

I recounted all the proceedings, except in so far as they had talked of initiating me, for neither Miss Donald nor I wished my sisters to be acquainted with that matter. They laughed heartily, and little Shine said she must act, aunt, first flog me and be fucked, then be flogged by me, and have my darling prick up her bottom-hole to follow. We laughed and humored her, and that scene came off with considerable ecstasy. Miss Donald fucking Mary, for whom she had a great letch, in the cunt first, and in the bottom, after my example on Shine, in the second place. Shine and I then laved our parts and prepared for fresh encounters, and we then began a more regular course of the most lascivious lubricity, in which dildoes and rods played conspicuous parts, both becoming necessary under the excessive indulgences of these last few nights. I stole to my room long after daylight and slept soundly for an hour or two. You may be sure our lessons were of the lightest in these few days that were left, and I was allowed to doze off during school hours.

Miss Donald again walked with me alone in the garden to give me, as she thought, the last lessons in the way I should act with my aunt, who she now felt more certain than ever would very soon attack and carry my person when she reached home and had the place and time all to herself. I listened with apparently great attention; as the reader knows, I was already an adept in the art she wished to indoctrinate—thanks to the admirable advice of my ever-charming real first instructress, the lovely Mrs. Kalson. But I could not help thinking how completely these two admirable women had the same wisdom and knowledge of the world with which they were so anxious that I, too, should become conversant.

The next night, the doctor and aunt went quietly to bed, the doctor declaring that his previous night's actions would prevent any more that night. So I only had one more gaze at all my aunt's magnificent beauties, which had a never-failing effect on my excitable weapon and which she sent away when her light was put out in a perfectly fit state for the work that awaited him in my sisters' room. I came upon them sooner than expected and found the three rolled into one body, two gamahuching each other, and Miss Donald's clitoris in Suzy's bumhole. It is a wonder they did not hear me as I gently opened the door, and I patiently waited till the lascivious crisis brought down a delicious meal from them all. When clapping my hands applaudingly, I cried.

"Bravo! bravo! encore!"

I was so glad to confess the truth that the pace was telling, and I began to require more and more of the rod. However, we had this and the next night at our disposal, and the knowledge that we must soon cease our delicious orgies nerved us all to increased efforts.

Again, our passions raged furiously and broke out in spurts of foaming sperm. Every desire our lascivious lubricity could suggest was carried out to increase our pleasures or renew our exhausted resources, until time warned us again to separate.

The next day there was no school time—it was spent packing and preparing for departure. My poor mother took it much to heart—she was a most affectionate creature, as innocent as a baby. I often wondered where we three got all the natural wantonness of our characters, for Mamma had nothing of it. I suppose it must have come from our grandparents, as our aunt had it to the fullest degree and was almost the equal of the adorable Miss Donald, who only excelled in having Greek blood in her veins, which, doubtless, accounted for the extreme heat of her lubricity. Someday I will recount the chief events of her romantic story, which she herself, in time, fully related to me. The day was a sad one for us all, even sadder than the next, the actual day of departure. As often happens, the anticipation of evils is greater than the reality when they come.

That night, my aunt and the doctor had another whipping bout, but this time she only succeeded in getting a single course out of the doctor. As before, when all was over, I slipped away to pass the last delicious night with the dear creatures with whom I had now carried on the most rapturous orgies for more than two years. My sisters were rapidly developing into remarkably handsome, fine young women, especially Suzy, who, having the advantage of a year and a half over Shine, was naturally more filled out and formed, although Shine promised in the end to be, and in fact became, the finest woman, and also had by far the hotter temperament of the two. We passed the night in orgies the most refined, interspersed with tears of regret at our parting and soft endearments leading to perfect furies of lubricity, until I was nearly fainting with exhaustion. We tore ourselves asunder with difficulty, and the three angelic creatures held their door open, and with streaming eyes watched my receding form; twice, on looking back, I could not help returning again and again to throw myself into their arms for a last loving embrace; but like all things human, it came to an end, and I reached my bed and sobbed myself to sleep.

It is needless to dwell on our parting the next day. My mother accompanied us to the town where we were to take a coach. It drove up. My poor mother could hardly utter her blessing and farewell, and I saw the tears coursing down her venerable cheeks as she waved her handkerchief before the coach turned the corner that shut us from her view. Of course my heart was full; what could be otherwise when quitting home for the first time? My aunt put her arm around my waist, laid my head on her ample bosom, and comforted me as well as she could, but a full heart must vent itself. Fortunately, we had the inside all to ourselves. My aunt was very tender, and so was the doctor. I soon sobbed myself to sleep; even in the bitter grief of the moment, I had some slight comfort in the idea of pressing those glorious orbs. My aunt frequently kissed me, and I returned it with full pouting lips, which I fancied rather pleased her. I slept until the coach stopped for supper, ate heartily, and, as may be supposed after my late week of hard work, soon again slept like a top.

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