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Dear Ex, Your Father Fxxked Me Better: Filthy Shorts
Dear Ex, Your Father Fxxked Me Better: Filthy Shorts
作者: Tamara Love

CONTENT AND TRIGGER WARNING

作者: Tamara Love
last update 公開日: 2026-05-10 14:05:55

CONTENT AND TRIGGER WARNING 

 This collection contains extremely explicit, graphic, and highly erotic material intended for mature, consenting adults (18+ / 21+ depending on your local laws) only.

  By continuing, you acknowledge that you are of legal adult age and are choosing to read this content voluntarily. If you are easily offended, sensitive to sexual themes, or uncomfortable with intense depictions of sexuality, stop reading now.

  This book features:

 ☆ Intensely graphic sexual descriptions: Detailed, prolonged, and highly explicit scenes of penetration, oral sex, anal sex, manual stimulation, multiple orgasms, squirting, creampies, cum play, swallowing, facials, and every conceivable sex act described in raw, unfiltered detail—including sounds, sensations, tastes, smells, and physical responses.

 ☆ Extreme sexual kinks and fetishes: BDSM (bondage, discipline, dominance/submission, sadomasochism), impact play, spanking, flogging, whipping, caning, choking, breath play, knife play, blood play, edge play, wax play, electro-play, pet play, age play, CNC (consensual non-consent), breeding kink, impregnation fantasy, free-use, somnophilia (sleep sex), voyeurism, exhibitionism, public sex, group sex, gangbangs, orgies, double/triple penetration, bukkake, cuckolding, hotwife, swinging, polyamory, and many more.

 ☆ Taboo and forbidden themes: Incest (brother/sister, father/daughter, mother/son, family orgies), pseudo-incest, step-family relations, age-gap relationships (legal adults only), teacher/student, boss/employee, power imbalance, authority figures, religious blasphemy, cheating/adultery, dubcon (dubious consent), noncon (non-consent) fantasies, coercion, blackmail, manipulation, kidnapping, captivity, slavery, and mind-break scenarios.

 ☆ Dark and intense psychological elements: Dubious consent turning into enthusiastic consent, forced orgasms, orgasm denial, overstimulation, edging, ruined orgasms, humiliation, degradation, praise kink, objectification, dehumanization, monster/alien/creature sex, tentacle erotica, oviposition, inflation, lactation, pregnancy sex, birth kink, size difference (giant/tiny), vore/soft vore, and extreme body modification or transformation.

 ☆ Graphic violence mixed with sexuality: Rough sex, violent thrusting, slapping, hair-pulling, biting, marking, bruising, light to moderate injury during sex, CNC with resistance and struggle, primal play, predator/prey dynamics, and consensual violence within erotic contexts.

 ☆ Power dynamics and extreme dominance/submission: Total power exchange, 24/7 lifestyle D/s, master/slave relationships, pet/slave training, sexual servitude, free-use households, harem dynamics, and complete sexual ownership.

 ☆ Explicit bodily fluids and functions: Large volumes of cum, multiple creampies, cum inflation, dripping, leaking, spitting, snowballing, rimming, golden showers (watersports), scat play (in some stories), menstruation sex, lactation, squirting in abundance, and every possible combination of bodily fluids.

 ☆ Diverse and intense character dynamics: Extremely detailed descriptions of bodies (huge breasts, massive cocks, exaggerated proportions, hyper-sexualized features), interracial sex, same-sex encounters, bisexual/polysexual activity, trans characters, and multi-partner scenes with no limits on number or configuration.

 ☆ Potential emotional and psychological triggers: Intense emotional manipulation, gaslighting, trauma bonding, toxic relationships portrayed erotically, addictive sexual dependency, loss of control, identity erasure, and stories that blur the line between fantasy and dark desire.

  This is not “vanilla” erotica. Many stories push boundaries into the darkest, most depraved corners of human (and non-human) sexuality. Themes may include moral ambiguity, lack of real-world consent in fantasy scenarios, and sexual acts that would be illegal or highly dangerous in reality. Everything here is pure fantasy and is not meant to reflect healthy real-life behavior or relationships.

  Reader discretion is strongly advised. If any of the following apply to you, do not proceed:

 – You have experienced sexual trauma or abuse and certain kinks may retraumatize you.

 – You are triggered by depictions of non-consent, violence, incest, or power-based abuse.

 – You are under the legal age of consent in your country.

 – You object to profanity, crude language, or extremely vulgar sexual descriptions.

 – You prefer “fade-to-black” or romantic, loving sex scenes.

  This collection is written for adults who actively seek out extreme, boundary-pushing erotica. It celebrates the full spectrum of human sexual fantasy without apology or censorship.

  If you choose to continue, enjoy the ride—but know exactly what you’re diving into: raw, filthy, unapologetic, and often shockingly intense sexual storytelling.

  You have been warned.

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  • Dear Ex, Your Father Fxxked Me Better: Filthy Shorts   PASSION IN THE PRISON IV

    PART FOUR: PASSION IN THE PRISON INFIRMARY Another five days dragged past in a haze of secret glances and aching need. My body still remembered every thick inch of Ryker from our risky night in the cell. I craved him constantly, my pussy wet at the mere thought of his pierced cock stretching me open. That morning I was called for the routine general medical test in the prison infirmary. The sterile room smelled of antiseptic and old leather. A bored doctor ran the usual checks—blood pressure, temperature, basic questions—while a nurse hovered nearby. I sat on the edge of the examination bed in my orange uniform, legs dangling. Just as the doctor finished scribbling notes and told me I could go, the door swung open. A stern male guard stepped in. “Everyone out. Infirmary is closing for maintenance. Now.” The doctor and nurse exchanged confused looks but obeyed quickly, gathering their things and filing out. I stood to follow. “Not you,” the guard said flatly, pointing at me. “Sta

  • Dear Ex, Your Father Fxxked Me Better: Filthy Shorts   PASSION IN THE PRISON III

    PART THREE: PASSION IN THE PRISON CELL Five days had crawled by since that moonlit night in the Warden’s office. Five long days of stolen glances during headcount, of my body aching with unmet need every time I remembered the thick stretch of Ryker’s pierced cock and the filthy way he’d used me. I wanted more. Craved it like air. Every night I touched myself quietly under the thin blanket, biting my lip raw so my bunkmate wouldn’t hear, but my fingers were nowhere near enough. That evening, after the group wash-up, the women had shuffled back to their cells, orange uniforms damp and clinging. Lights-out came and went. I lay on the lower bunk, staring at the metal frame above me, heart restless. Suddenly, the cell door buzzed. A voice called my bunkmate’s name. The woman grumbled, got up, and left. She didn’t return. I closed my eyes again, assuming the guard had come for me too. Then the heavy cell door opened once more. Strong, expensive cologne hit me first—dark, woody, unmis

  • Dear Ex, Your Father Fxxked Me Better: Filthy Shorts   PASSION IN THE PRISON II

    PART TWO: PASSION ON HIS COUCH CONTENT WARNING: HANDCUFF DURING SEX, HUMILIATION KINK I knew two things the moment I left the Warden’s office that night: either Ryker Crowe would call me back within 24 hours, or he would pretend none of it had ever happened. Twenty-four hours came and went in silence. No summons. No message. Nothing. I lay on my thin bunk staring at the ceiling, telling myself it was better this way. He was the Warden. I was just another inmate serving time for a crime I didn’t commit. What happened in that office was a one-time lapse in judgment. A filthy, delicious mistake. But at 1:17 a.m. the following night, the cell door buzzed open again. A female officer stood in the doorway, flashlight beam cutting through the dark. “Inmate 4782. Warden wants you. Now.” Anxiety clawed up my throat like barbed wire. My heart slammed against my ribs as I stood, wrists already cuffed in front of me by the officer. The walk through the silent corridors felt endless. Every s

  • Dear Ex, Your Father Fxxked Me Better: Filthy Shorts   PASSION IN THE PRISON I

    STORY FIVE: PASSION IN THE PRISON PART ONE: PASSION IN HIS OFFICE The sound of skin slapping skin and high-pitched moans hit me the second I pushed open the apartment door. There he was—my boyfriend of two years—bent over the blonde girl from his office, cock buried deep inside her from behind while the woman gripped the back of the couch and screamed his name like she was getting paid for it. His pale ass flexed with every thrust, balls swinging heavily as he pounded into the stranger. Rage exploded in my chest like gasoline on fire. “You fucking piece of shit!” I screamed. My boyfriend’s head snapped up, eyes wide with panic. His dick slipped out of the blonde with a wet pop, still rock-hard and glistening with her juices, bouncing as he stumbled backward. “Mila—baby, wait—!” But I was already moving. Hot-blooded fury propelled me forward. I grabbed the nearest thing—a heavy glass vase—and hurled it at him. He dodged, dick flopping wildly side to side as he ran around the li

  • Dear Ex, Your Father Fxxked Me Better: Filthy Shorts   THE DIVORCE PAPERS III

    PART THREE: THE MORNING AFTER The next morning, sunlight filtered through the tall windows of the Kavanagh estate. I stirred in the massive bed, my body deliciously sore in all the right places, my thighs aching, pussy still tender and throbbing from the relentless pounding Kenzo had given me through the night. I slipped on his oversized white dress shirt, the hem barely skimming the tops of my thighs, the fabric carrying his clean, masculine scent mixed with the faint musk of sex. No panties. I liked the way the cool air teased my swollen folds as I moved. I padded downstairs quietly, bare feet silent on the stairs, heading straight for the kitchen to make myself a cup of coffee. Kenzo was in the master bathroom, the distant sound of the shower running faintly audible. Marcus was already in the kitchen, his back turned to me. He stood at the counter in nothing but gray sweatpants slung low on his hips, one hand massaging the stiff muscles of his neck while he downed a glass of hon

  • Dear Ex, Your Father Fxxked Me Better: Filthy Shorts   THE DIVORCE PAPERS II

    PART TWO The parking lot behind the club was dimly lit, the bass from inside muted to a distant throb. My heels clicked sharply against the asphalt as I approached the sleek black SUV parked in the far corner. My heart hammered in my chest, a volatile cocktail of rage at Marcus, shame at my own wetness, and something darker, something that made my thighs clench with every step. Kenzo was already waiting, leaning against the driver’s side with his arms crossed over his broad, powerfully muscled chest, suit jacket unbuttoned. The moment he saw me, his intense steel-gray eyes raked over my body like he owned it. At forty-eight, he looked devastatingly handsome—thick blonde hair perfectly styled, a chiseled, masculine jawline, high cheekbones, and an aura of raw, magnetic power that made him irresistibly attractive. Without a word, he opened the passenger door and gestured inside. “Get in.” I slid into the plush leather seat, the short crimson dress riding up so high my bare ass cheek

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