LOGINMERRY CHRISTMAS đđ¤
I've been staring at this screen trying to figure out how to say what I want to say without sounding like a Hallmark card lol... but here goes.
Thank you.
Like genuinely, from the bottom of my heart, thank you.
Do you know what it feels like to be a small author? It feels like shouting into the void and hoping someone hears you. It feels like putting pieces of your soul into a story and wondering if anyone will care. It feels like refreshing your stats at 3am just to see if one more person clicked.
And then you showed up.
You clicked. You read. You stayed. You voted. You commented. You added my book to your library like it mattered.
And to me? That's everything.
That's you saying "I see you and I pick you." Out of all the books on this app, you picked mine. Do you know how insane that is? How grateful I am?
So here's my Christmas wish... if this book has made you feel something, anything... would you leave me a review? đĽşđ
It doesn't have to be perfect. Just real. Just you and your thoughts and your words. Tell me what you loved, what you hated, what made you scream into your pillow lol. I want to hear it all.
Reviews are how other readers find me. But more than that... hearing from you reminds me why I do this.
Merry Christmas, loves. You're making my dreams come true and you don't even know it đ¤
â Remi đ¤
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CHAPTER 2: CAUGHT FISTING MY DRIPPING CUNTTATIAâS POVâYouâre gonna watch me come twice, you motherfucker,â I snarl, my voice cracking with lust. âYouâre gonna see me lose my goddamn mind right here, finger-fucking myself raw because your cock isnât here to wreck me.âThe first orgasm hits. Itâs a seizure, a violent explosion that rips through me like lightning. My body arches violently, back bowing off the chair, heels digging into the carpet. A raw, screaming cry rips from my throatââMaddox!ââunfiltered and loud enough to shatter glass, echoing through the empty floor. My pussy clenches around my fingers in a series of violent, milking spasms, squirting arcs of clear fluid that splatter the desk, the keyboard, dripping down to puddle on the floor. Pleasure, white-hot and blinding, electrocutes every nerve ending, my clit pulsing under my fingers like itâs trying to escape.Itâs immense. Itâs devastating. My vision
CHAPTER 1: CUM FOR THE OFFICE CAMERATATIAâS POVMy name is TatiaDonovan, and I think the fluorescent lights are trying to kill me.No, seriously. Theyâve been screaming this high-pitched, teeth-grinding hum directly into my brain for eleven fucking hours. I can feel it in my molars. My skin is crawling, all, like Iâm allergic to the air in this place. Itâs 8:17 PM. My soul left my body around 4:30, and whatâs left is just a twitching, over-caffeinated shell held together by sheer pettiness and the hope that I might still make it home in time to eat something that didnât come out of a vending machine.Every single nerve in my body is screaming. I am one wrong email away from either bursting into flames or bursting into tears, and honestly, Iâm not sure which one would be more satisfying.Itâs all his fault. MaddoxHaynes. My boss. The walking, talking violation of every HR policy and my personal sanity,
CHAPTER 3: "THIS GREEDY CUNT IS MINE NOW"TATIAâS POVHe drives me over the edge with terrifying efficiency, fingers pistoning in and out, curling relentlessly, thumb grinding my clit until itâs a fireball. This third orgasm is different. Itâs not my own. Itâs his. Itâs bestowed by him, forced from my body like a confession. It rips through me with a force that feels like itâs tearing me in two, my pussy squirting violently around his fingers, arcs splashing his wrist, the desk, my thighs. I scream, a long, ragged soundââMaddox, fuck, yes!ââas my body convulses, walls milking his digits in desperate, greedy spasms. He holds me through it, his hand a steadyanchor as I completely shatter, sobbing and shaking.When the last tremor subsides, Iâm a boneless, weeping mess, slumped in the chair, cum dripping from me in steady streams. He slowly pulls his fingers out, glistening and coated in my cream, strings of it connecti
CHAPTER 2: ASS-TO-MOUTH WITH MY CAPTOR(TW: NON-CONSENSUAL SEX AND EXTREMES. DO NOT READ. AND DO NOT REPLICATE!)He rams in, and slips deeper, easier than before. There is no mercy in his ruthless pounding.I scream into the gag heâd stuffed in once more, body splitting open again, but the pain is different nowâsharper, deeper, better.He alternatesâcunt, ass, cunt, assâbrutal, relentless, growlingâFight harder, slut. Make me earn it.âMy body betrays me completely.Pleasure coils like a snake, sick, filthy, unstoppable.He reaches into the side tableâmyemergency vibrator drawerâand pulls out a glass dildo, the one I use when Iâm alone, crying, pretending itâs my husband.SHOVE.He rams it up my ass while pounding my pussy, the dual stretch making me see stars.I moanâmuffled, broken, desperate.He slaps my hanging tits, SLAP-SLAP-SLAP, till theyâre crimson, swollen, throbbing.Chokes m
CHAPTER 1: THE INTRUDERâS TOY(TW: NON-CONSENSUAL SEX AND EXTREMES. DO NOT READ. AND DO NOT REPLICATE!)The house is a tomb at 2:17 AM, the kind of silence that presses against your eardrums when youâre the only one breathing in it. Iâm standing at the kitchen sink in nothing but a pair of baby-pink cotton sleep shorts that cling to the curve of my ass and ride up between my pussy lips with every shift of my hips, and a champagne silk robe thatâs knotted so loosely the front gapes open, letting my heavy breasts spill halfway out. My nipples are stiff from the AC and from the ache of being untouched for so long. My husbandâsome high-powered asshole who hasnât laid a hand on me in eight monthsâis off in Tokyo or Singapore or wherever the fuck he goes to pretend heâs important. Iâm just the dumb little housewife left behind in a house that costs more than most people make in a lifetime, rinsing a wine glass that still tastes like cheap me







