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Wet for my OB/GYN doctor #2
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EDEN: Steamy Forbidden Pleasures Wet for my OB/GYN doctor #2
The days after that wild afternoon in the exam room blurred into a haze of secret thrills and nagging guilt. I'd stared at Ethan's text for what felt like hours; ‘We need to talk about this. Dinner tonight?’ my thumb hovering over the reply button until the screen went dark. In the end, I typed back a simple ‘Yes’, my heart racing like I'd just run a marathon. Dinner turned into a dimly lit corner booth at some upscale Italian spot downtown, where we pretended to discuss my 'health' while his foot nudged mine under the table, sending sparks up my leg. We didn't fuck that night, too risky, he said...but the tension simmered, his hand brushing my lower back as he walked me to my car, whispering promises of 'next time' that left me aching in bed, fingers buried between my thighs as I replayed his touch.Two weeks later, my next appointment loomed like a forbidden invitation. I'd marked it on my calendar in red, the kind of color that screamed danger and desire. My belly had rounded out
EDEN: Steamy Forbidden Pleasures Wet for my OB/GYN doctor #1
~Jasmine's POV~ I stepped into the bustling lobby of St. Mary's Hospital, the sterile scent of antiseptic hitting me like a wave. It was one of those gray afternoons in the city, where the skyscrapers loomed like judgmental giants outside the rain-streaked windows. My hand instinctively rested on the swell of my belly...five months along now, and every day felt like a mix of wonder and frustration. The baby kicked softly, a little reminder that I wasn't entirely alone, but damn, it didn't make up for the ache that had been building between my legs for weeks.I'd been single since the father bailed right after the positive test. Asshole thought a kid was too much commitment for his bar-hopping lifestyle. So here I was, Jasmine Reyes, 28, navigating this pregnancy solo, my body betraying me with hormones that turned every stray thought into something filthy. The appointments were supposed to be routine, but today? I was horny as hell, and the waiting room's fluorescent lights only a
EDEN: Steamy Forbidden Pleasures Detention? More like Sex education #3
The walk from Room 402 to the South Dorms was a blur of neon streetlights and suffocating silence. Wakeem didn't hold my hand. He didn't walk beside me like a boyfriend. He stayed three paces ahead, his leather jacket swaying with a predatory grace, occasionally glancing back to ensure I was still following. Every time his eyes met mine, they weren't filled with the warmth of a shared secret; they were cold, clinical, and heavy with a promise of what was to come.I felt every drop of moisture between my thighs, a sticky, cooling reminder of the desk. My skirt felt too short, my button-down shirt...hastily done up, felt like a transparent lie. I was a library monitor, a dean’s list regular, and I was trailing after the campus pariah like a dog on a scent."Keep up, Miller," he tossed over his shoulder, his voice cutting through the humid night air. "Or is that 4.0 GPA making your legs too heavy to move?"I didn't answer. My throat was tight with a mixture of terror and a hunger so sha
EDEN: Steamy Forbidden Pleasures Detention? More like Sex education #2
My heart felt like it was going to burst through my skin as he pressed my palm directly against the heavy, throbbing bulge in his jeans. I gasped, my fingers twitching instinctively. He was huge, unrelenting and rock-hard. "Don't be shy, Yvonne. Trace it. Learn it."I did. My fingers trembled as I felt the length of him through the denim. I could feel the heat radiating from him. I started to move my hand, a slow, tentative slide, and he groaned, his head falling back. "Yeah... just like that. Use your thumb at the top. Harder."The power I felt in that moment was intoxicating. I was the one making the school’s most untouchable guy lose his breath. He reached for the buttons of my shirt, his fingers moving with a practiced speed that made me ache. One by one, they popped open, until the cool air hit my skin, quickly replaced by the searing heat of his palms. He pulled me off the chair, standing me between his legs as he remained perched on the desk. He unhooked my bra, and when my
EDEN: Steamy Forbidden Pleasures Detention? More like Sex education #1
~Yvonne's POV~ The clock on the wall of Room 402 didn’t tick; it thrummed. It was a low, electric vibration that seemed to sync up with the frantic pulse in my neck. I, Yvonne Miller...straight-A student, library monitor, and the girl most likely to have a panic attack over a B-plus...was in detention. And it was all because of the boy sitting two rows behind me, currently leaning back so far in his plastic chair that it was a miracle of physics he hadn't cracked his skull open yet.Wakeem. He didn't have a last name in my head. He was just Wakeem. The kind of trouble that wore a leather jacket even in eighty-degree weather and smelled like expensive sandalwood and bad decisions."Stop staring, Miller. It’s creepy." His voice was a low, gravelly rasp that skipped down my spine like a stone over water. I whipped my head back toward the front of the room, my face flushing a deep, humiliated crimson. I gripped my pen so hard the plastic groaned."I wasn't staring," I lied, my voice s
EDEN: Steamy Forbidden Pleasures Forbidden affair with my sisters husband #2
The days after that night in the garage blurred into a haze of regret and reckless replay. I woke up the next morning in my apartment across town, sheets tangled around my legs, the ache between my thighs a vivid reminder. Adrian's cum had dried sticky on my skin, and I showered it away, but the memory clung...his confused eyes widening in recognition, the way he'd whispered my name like a curse. No texts came. No calls. Glenda posted a bubbly Instagram story about the block party, tagging me with heart emojis, oblivious as ever. I liked it, heart pounding, and went about my week painting in my studio, strokes furious and abstract, channeling the chaos.But the silence from him? It gnawed at me. I'd see them at the grocery store mid-week...me grabbing wine, them in the produce aisle, Glenda laughing at something he said. Our eyes met over the apples, and he looked away fast, jaw clenching, pushing the cart harder. I felt a thrill, dark and unapologetic. You remember’, I thought, s
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