DIRTY DREAMS (AN EROTICA COLLECTION)
⚠️ WARNING: This book will ruin you for vanilla sex. Side effects include spontaneous wetness, missed deadlines, "one more chapter" syndrome at 3 AM, and explaining to your partner why you suddenly have ideas. Reader discretion advised. Vibrator recommended.
For readers 18+ who like their fantasies FILTHY and their boundaries FLEXIBLE.
She didn't know she needed five frat brothers until her boyfriend offered her up as initiation. She didn't know she craved her stepdad's best friends until they caught her skinny dipping. She didn't know she was a fertility goddess until the clinic offered natural insemination.
Now she knows.
DIRTY DREAMS is a scorching collection of no-holds-barred erotica for women who want MORE. More men. More holes filled. More loads taken. More of the fantasies you've only whispered about in the dark.
Inside you'll find:
→ Gangbangs that leave her dripping and delirious
→ Taboo encounters with men who should be off-limits
→ CNC scenarios that blur every line you thought you had
→ Breeding rituals designed to fill her up and knock her up
→ Good girls corrupted, wives shared, and innocence absolutely wrecked
From fraternity basements to fertility clinics, from camping grounds to cult ceremonies, these stories don't tease – they deliver.
Every hole. Every load. Every filthy fantasy you've been too ashamed to Google.
This is not your mother's romance novel.
This is the book you hide on your Kindle.
This is the book you read with one hand.
This is the book that finally scratches that itch.
Contains: gangbangs, reverse harem, dubcon, breeding, taboo relationships, CNC (consensual non-consent), age gaps, degradation, cum play, and absolutely zero apologies. All characters are 18+. All scenarios are fiction. All orgasms are guaranteed.
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Chapter: STORY 45 - PROFESSOR MC’CUM AND ME (I)I didn't mean to want him. Nobody walks into a graduate seminar thinking I'm going to ruin my academic career for a man in a tweed jacket. But Dr. James Harrison doesn't wear tweed. He wears dark fitted shirts rolled to his elbows and glasses he pushes up his nose when he's thinking and he reads my thesis drafts with a pen between his teeth and marginalia so precise it feels like being intellectually fingered.I'm twenty-eight. He's forty-three. I'm his thesis advisee. He's my committee chair. The power dynamic makes it impossible. The way he looks at me across the seminar table when I dismantle his argument makes it inevitable.Tonight I'm in his office. Comprehensive exams tomorrow. I'm spiraling – pacing, hyperventilating, three Red Bulls deep, my hands shaking around a stack of note cards."I'm going to fail," I say. "I'm going to fail and lose my funding and –""Sit down." His voice. Low. Calm. The voice that commands lecture halls and haunts me in the shower. "You are the most b
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Chapter: STORY 44 - SWINGING AROUND WITH MY HUSBAND (III)I've never – the thought alone makes my cunt flood around Alex's cock. Two cocks in my pussy simultaneously. The stretch would be –"Yes," I say before I can overthink it. "Yes."Marco pushes. The head of his cock pressing alongside Alex's inside me – my pussy stretching, resisting, the burn sharp and real. I grip Alex's shoulders and breathe through it. Marco adds pressure – slow, patient – and my body opens. His cock slides in beside Alex's, filling me beyond capacity, stretching my pussy so wide I feel split in half.Two cocks inside my pussy at once. Both bare. I can feel them pressed against each other inside me – Alex's lean cock and Marco's thicker one, rubbing together through my stretched walls. The fullness is staggering. Beyond anything. My pussy is packed so tight I can feel both their heartbeats pulsing against my walls."Oh my fucking god," I manage. Tears leak from my eyes. Not pain – overwhelm. Sensation overload.They move. Carefully at first – small strokes, alternat
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Chapter: STORY 44 - SWINGING AROUND WITH MY HUSBAND (II)His mouth finds mine and the taste of a man who isn't my husband – red wine and something spiced – makes my head swim. He kisses confident and slow, his hand cupping my jaw, his tongue sliding against mine with a skill that says he's done this many times and learned something new each time. His stubble scrapes my chin and the roughness compared to Alex's clean-shaven face is a contrast that makes me gasp.Across the couch, Alex has his hand in Valentina's hair. She's straddling his lap – her crimson dress hiked up her thighs, grinding against him. He pulls back and looks at me – checking in, always checking in – and I nod and his face breaks into something I haven't seen in years. Relief. Permission. Want.Marco's hand slides up my thigh. Under the hem of my dress. His fingers trace the edge of my underwear – soaked, I'm soaked, I've been soaking since I watched Valentina kiss my husband – and he groans against my mouth."You're drenched," he murmurs. "Already this wet from watching?"
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Chapter: STORY 44 - SWINGING AROUND WITH MY HUSBAND (I)The invitation comes from Linda in accounting.Linda. Who wears cardigans buttoned to the throat and keeps a desk calendar with pictures of her labradoodle and once reported someone to HR for saying "that's what she said" during a meeting. Linda, whose husband Gerald drives a Volvo and coaches youth soccer and looks like a man whose wildest fantasy involves a particularly aggressive round of Scrabble.Linda hands me a cream envelope at the coffee machine on a Wednesday morning and says, "Saturday night. Bring your husband. Dress nicely." And walks away.Inside – a card. Thick stock, embossed lettering: You are invited to a sophisticated adult gathering. Bring your partner. Open minds required.An address. A time. No other details.I show Alex that night. He turns the card over twice. "Linda from accounting.""Linda from accounting.""The one with the labradoodle calendar.""That's the one."He looks at me. I look at him. Seven years of marriage. The sex is good – not dead, not dying,
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Chapter: STORY 43 - SEX AS THE OTHER WOMAN (II)The stretch makes me bite the desk. He's big enough that it burns every time – that first thrust that splits me open, my pussy resisting then surrendering, his cock sinking inch by inch until he bottoms out and I feel him in my spine.He fucks me against the desk with the curtains open. My wrists still bound behind my back with his belt. His hand fists my hair, arching my head up so I'm staring at the city while he destroys me. His other hand grips my hip and pulls me back onto his cock with each stroke."Tell me who this pussy belongs to.""You – it's yours –"He spanks me. Hard. The sound cracks through the room. "Who?""You – only you – harder –"He picks up his phone. I hear the shutter. My pussy tightens – he's photographing me. Bent over the desk, hands bound, his cock buried in me, the city behind us. Evidence. Proof this happened."For the nights I can't be here." He thrusts harder. "When I'm lying next to her and I need to remember what my slut looks like when she's full of m
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Chapter: STORY 43 - SEX AS THE OTHER WOMAN (I)I know he's married. I know it when he texts me at midnight – thinking about you – from the bed he shares with her. I know it when he books the hotel room, always under his name because he has the corporate card and I have the guilt. I know it when I cum on his cock and he whispers I love you and goes home to tuck his kids in.I'm the other woman. I hate myself for it.I keep coming back anyway.Room 714. The Mondrian. He's already inside when I knock – door opens, his hand on my wrist, pulling me in before anyone in the hallway sees.He looks like ruin. Forty-three years old, silver threading through dark hair at his temples, jaw that's sharper than a man his age has any right to. He's still in his suit from the office – charcoal, tailored, the tie loosened, top button undone, sleeves rolled to his elbows. His forearms are what got me the first time – thick, veined, a silver watch on his left wrist and a tan line on his ring finger where the wedding band usually sits.He takes it off
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PUCKED BY MY STEPBROTHER: A FORBIDDEN HOCKEY ROMANCE
He was supposed to be a stranger.
A bruised, scarred, filthy-mouthed stranger who pinned me against a bathroom wall and made me forget the boy who broke my heart 20 minutes earlier.
I walked away first without his name or number, and I didn't look back.
Then I found out my mom was engaged. To his dad.
Rhys Maddox. Number seventeen. 6'3" of tattoos, bruised knuckles, and the kind of jaw that makes good girls do stupid things. The most dangerous player to ever step on our ice.
My one-night stand.
My new stepbrother.
He doesn't follow rules - he breaks them. On the ice. In my bed. Against every surface in our parents' house while they eat twenty feet away. He calls me "sis" just to watch me squirm. He watches me like he already owns me.
And the worst part? He does.
Publicly, we're fake dating - a deal to keep my ex-bestfriend away. Privately, we're a stepbrother and stepsister who can't keep our clothes on the second we're alone. It's our biggest secret.
Now the boy who I once considered my best friend suddenly wants me back. And the stepbrother who wasn't supposed to mean anything won't let me go.
One wants to protect me.
One wants to destroy me.
And I can't tell which is which anymore.
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For readers 18+ who like their men possessive, their romances FORBIDDEN, and their chapters dripping with filthy, unapologetic spice.
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Chapter: CHAPTER 118 - NOT FOR LONGZara’s apartment at 3 AM looked like a crime scene investigating itself.Two laptops open on the coffee table. Four coffee cups in various stages of empty. Printed pages spread across the carpet in rows I’d organized by category – timeline on the left, access records in the middle, phone data on the right. Zara was cross-legged on the floor in an oversized Howard sweatshirt with her glasses on and her braids pulled back and the expression of a woman who hadn’t slept in thirty-one hours and had no intention of starting.I was sitting in the middle of the paper. Surrounded by evidence. And feeling, for the first time since the corridor, something that wasn’t grief.Focus. Cold and clean and purposeful, like stepping out of hot water into air conditioning. The shift had happened somewhere between the second and third hour on this carpet – the moment I stopped being the girl crying in an empty corridor and became the woman building the case that would end Caleb Park.“The app is called Nu
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Chapter: CHAPTER 117 - NO SLEEPMonday.The dining hall went quiet when I walked in. Not all at once – it moved through the room in sections, table by table, like someone was turning down the volume on a dial. By the time I reached the food line, the silence had settled into something solid. A girl from my Victorian Literature seminar was sitting with her study group near the windows. She saw me, leaned toward the person beside her, and said something behind her hand. The person looked. Then looked away.I picked up a tray. Put it back. Walked out.Tuesday.HOMEWRECKER. Blue marker on the whiteboard outside the athletic building. The handwriting was neat visibly written by someone who wanted the letters to be legible from across the hallway. Underneath: sabotaged the championship for her ex. The “for her ex” was underlined twice.Zara stood beside me. Didn’t erase it. Pulled out her phone and took a photo. “Evidence,” she said in a way that told me she’d shifted into a mode I hadn’t seen before. Zara in investigatio
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Chapter: CHAPTER 116 - NUCLEARTwenty-four hours ago, those eyes looked at me under Orion and said I love you like the words had been built specifically for my mouth. Twenty-four hours ago, his hands shook when he undressed me because it mattered that much. Twenty-four hours ago, we lay on a motorcycle seat above the city and promised each other things that felt permanent.Now he was standing ten feet away in the ice rink corridor looking at me with the same eyes. But now, all the love was buried under the grief and the rage and the betrayal like a light someone had thrown a blanket over but couldn’t extinguish. And I was watching myself become something he was going to mourn.“Was any of it real?”“All of it.” My voice broke on the second word. “Rhys. All of it was real.”He held the phone between us. Screen facing me. I could see the messages now – close enough to read the timestamps. Thirty minutes before puck drop. Three messages sent to Porter’s number during the pre-game chaos while the stands were filling an
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Chapter: CHAPTER 115 - THE LOOKOUTNAOMI’S POVThe night before the championship.He took me to the lookout.I didn’t realize that’s where we were going until the road started climbing and the city started shrinking below us and the air changed the way it always did up here. I tightened my arms around his waist. Pressed my face against his back. Felt the engine vibrate through both of us like a shared heartbeat.The lookout was a clearing above the treeline where the road ended and the sky began. Every other time we’d been here, we were running from something. But tonight, he’d driven here on purpose. Not running. Arriving.He killed the engine. The silence rushed in. Below us, the city was a scatter of light, and above us, the sky was thick with stars in a way that only happened this far from town.He was nervous. I could feel it in the way he moved – the extra pause before he swung off the bike, the way his hands stayed on the handlebars a second too long. Not game-day nervous. I’d seen that version of him. This was
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Chapter: CHAPTER 114 - QUESTIONSRHYS’ POVI stepped back onto the ice with her face still burning behind my eyes.The tunnel was behind me. The phone was in my bag. The conversation – if you could call it that, if there was a word for the thing that happens when the person you love most explains why they decided you couldn’t be trusted with the truth about your own destruction – was over. And I had a game to finish.Down 3-1. Playbook compromised. Every formation we’d run in the first period handed to the other team on a screen with her name on it. My tendencies. My weak-side vulnerability. Things I’d said in bed with her hands on my ribs and my guard so far down it was underground.I couldn’t think about that. If I thought about it I’d break, and broken men don’t win championships. Broken men sit in tunnels staring at phone screens while the game moves on without them. So I took the thing in my chest – the thing that felt like swallowing glass, the thing that had her face and her voice and I love you, Rhys stamped
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Chapter: CHAPTER 113 - THE SABOTAGEThe rumors reached me before the second period did.First intermission. The energy in the arena had shifted – Thornfield down 3-1, the crowd quieter than it should’ve been, the kind of stunned silence that happens when a team everyone expected to dominate comes out looking like they’ve never played together before. I was standing in the entrance getting water when I heard it. Two guys from the lacrosse team leaning against the wall, voices low but not low enough.“Someone leaked the playbook.”“No way.”“I’m serious. Porter – the other team’s captain – he was laughing during the face-off. Told Rhys nice try before the play even started. Like he already knew what was coming.”My hand tightened on the water bottle. I turned. Didn’t know either of them well enough for them to filter themselves around me, which made the information more reliable than anything said to my face.“Leaked it how?”They looked at me. Recognized me. The shorter one’s expression shifted – not hostile, but careful
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CLAIMED BY MY ALPHA STEPBROTHER AND STEPFATHER: MC EROTICA
⚠️ WARNING: Only for readers 18+ who like their stepbrothers FERAL and their stepfathers FILTHY.
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He bit me at a frat party I only attended to get over my ex. Three days later, he was sitting across from me at my mother's engagement dinner – and then standing at the foot of my bed unbuckling his belt at 1:47 AM.
Knox Voss is a werewolf, a biker, and my new stepbrother. He marked my neck so every wolf in the city knows I'm his, and he fucks me like he's trying to ruin me for anyone else.
It's working.
But his father is worse.
Dominic Voss is my professor, my stepfather, and a wolf who's hidden behind a suit for twenty years. He locks his office door on Thursdays, then takes me apart with a cruelty so precise it feels like worship.
I'm human. They're not. I'm sleeping with both of them in the same house, down the hall from my mother – and a world I was never supposed to know about is closing in.
A jealous she-wolf who feels every orgasm through a broken bond.
An Alpha uncle who considers my existence a death sentence.
And a law that says the punishment for a human knowing about wolves is execution.
Knox claims my body. Dominic reads my soul. Both will burn this family down before they let me go.
And I can't stop going back.
Contains: werewolf shifters, stepbrother/stepfather, MC bikers, over-the-knee discipline, bite bonds, Level 2 shifts that make him BIGGER in every way, and a mother who never looks at the right moment.
All characters are 18+. All scenarios are fiction. All orgasms are supernatural.
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Chapter: CHAPTER 29 - GUILTIVY’S POVKnox is at the clubhouse and I am crawling out of my skin.He left at 6 PM on his motorcycle for a “pack business” that he didn’t elaborate on and a kiss pressed to the bite mark on my shoulder that sent the double heartbeat in my chest into overdrive.It’s been five hours since the front door closed behind him and my body has spent every one of those hours reminding me that it was rewired three nights ago by a half-shifted werewolf and that the operating system he installed runs on a fuel source that is currently unavailable.I’ve tried reading. I’ve tried studying. I’ve tried watching a show that I can’t follow because every time a male character speaks in a low register my thighs press together and the echo of Knox’s heartbeat in my chest thumps harder like a dog hearing its owner’s car in the driveway – except the car isn’t in the driveway.The car is across the city at a werewolf biker compound and I am alone in my bed vibrating at a frequency that no amount of normal s
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Chapter: CHAPTER 28 - BRUISESDOMINIC’S POVHer car won’t start.I know this because I can hear her turning the ignition from inside the kitchen, the engine catching and failing in that rhythmic mechanical cough that means the battery is dead or the starter is gone.I know I should let her call a service or take the bus or solve the problem in any of the dozen ways that don’t involve me being alone with her in a confined space at 7:45 in the morning.I pick up my keys instead.She’s standing in the driveway looking at her phone when I pull the car around, and the morning light is catching the edge of her jaw and she’s wearing another high-necked shirt.I know why she’s wearing it because I can see the shadow of a bruise creeping above the collar on the left side – my son’s mouth, my son’s teeth, my son’s claim stamped into the skin of a girl I can’t stop thinking about, and the thought process required to observe that bruise and feel nothing is a muscle I’ve been exercising for twenty years and it’s failing.“Get
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Chapter: CHAPTER 27 - WATCHINGTheo is sitting at his usual table at The Grind House when I walk in for my shift, and the normalcy of the image – laptop open, his reading glasses pushed up on his forehead the way he does when he’s switching between screens – hits me so hard that I have to pause in the doorway and remember how to be a person who doesn’t have a werewolf’s heartbeat echoing in her chest.“Ivy!” He stands up and hugs me and the contact feels foreign in a way that makes me sad, because Theo’s hugs used to feel like home and now they feel like visiting a country I used to live in where I no longer speak the language.He pulls back and looks at my face and his expression shifts into something careful and assessing.“You look different,” he says, and his eyes drop to my high-necked shirt – the third one this week, in September, and I can tell he’s registering the pattern even if he doesn’t know what it means yet.“Just tired,” I say, and tie my apron on and start my shift, and he watches me from his table
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Chapter: CHAPTER 26 - THE SAMEI wake up to his heartbeat in my chest before I remember why it’s there.The double-pulse is quieter in daylight – not the drumming twin rhythm from last night but a soft, persistent echo that sits behind my own heartbeat like a shadow, and I lie still in his bed with his arm heavy across my ribs and his chest against my back and try to figure out where I end and the new signal begins.He’s human again.The body pressed against mine is the regular version – still too big, still running warmer than anyone else I’ve ever touched, but the proportions are back to normal and the hands resting against my stomach are tipped with fingernails instead of claws.I trace the tattoo on his forearm where it’s draped across my body, following the black lines from his wrist up to his elbow where they disappear into the muscle of his bicep, and I can feel scars underneath the ink – raised white lines that the tattoos were designed to cover, and I file that away for a conversation he’s not ready to hav
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Chapter: CHAPTER 25 - THE SHIFT“Yes.”He carries me to the bed like I’m made of paper, and his hands span my entire waist now with his fingertips touching at my spine, and the heat of his palms through my shirt is so intense that I can feel it in my organs. He lays me down and pulls my shirt over my head and my shorts follow and he strips me bare with hands that are too big and too hot and too precise, and then he stands at the edge of the bed and pushes his jeans down and I stop breathing.He was big before. I know he was big before because I felt him inside me and I felt the stretch and I adjusted and it was overwhelming but manageable.What I’m looking at now is not manageable. Whatever the shift did to the rest of his body it did to his cock in proportion, and he’s thick enough that my hand wouldn’t close around him and long enough that I genuinely don’t know where it would fit and the logical part of my brain is doing emergency mathematics while the rest of my brain is flooding my body with a heat so intense t
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Chapter: CHAPTER 24 - WHAT I AMHis whole body goes rigid against mine when I say it, and for a second I think he’s going to pull away – every muscle in his body tenses like he’s fighting some internal tug-of-war between the thing pinning me to this wall and the part of him that’s still human enough to know this is the moment where a normal girl would run.“You don’t know what I am.” His voice is wrecked, barely recognizable, scraped raw by whatever is happening inside his chest, and his clawed hands are still buried in the plaster on either side of my head and his golden eyes are searching my face for the fear he can probably smell on me.“Then tell me.”He does.He tells me while his body is pressed against mine and his fangs are an inch from my throat and his clawed fingers are slowly, carefully uncurling from the wall to rest on my shoulders instead, and the weight of them is heavier than his hands should be because his hands aren’t entirely his hands right now.He tells me he’s a werewolf. Born, not bitten – wh
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