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My Birthday Belongs to the Sex gods—And Their Nasty Slut Duo (I)
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Forbidden Sinful Desires: A Steamy Spicy Erotica Collection Couple Swap In The Public Beach
The sun was dipping low, turning everything golden. I’m Sam, and this double date with my best friend Kimberly was already buzzing with that tipsy, flirty energy we all loved. Jake, my boyfriend, had his hand high on my thigh. Ethan had Kim half in his lap, kissing her neck while she giggled. We’d been joking about swapping for months—drunk confessions, teasing texts—but tonight it felt real.Kim locked eyes with me, biting her lip. “We’ve talked about this,” she said, voice husky.My heart pounded. “Yeah.”She kissed Ethan one last time, then crawled straight to Jake. I nodded at Jake—he looked at me, eyes dark with lust—and that was all the permission he needed.Kim straddled Jake right there on the towel, knees sinking into the sand. She kissed him slow and filthy, tongue sliding against his, little moans vibrating between them. Jake’s hands gripped her ass hard, pulling her closer. She ground down on the bulge in his trunks, rocking her hips until he groaned.Ethan didn’t waste ti
Forbidden Sinful Desires: A Steamy Spicy Erotica Collection Shhh… I’m Eating You
I never expected a library date to turn into this kind of chaos, but with Sophia, nothing ever stays simple. We’d been dancing around each other for weeks—flirty texts after class, stolen kisses in the dorm hallway, that one night last month where we almost went all the way before her roommate barged in. Drama followed us like a bad habit. She was the bold one, the artist with wild curls and a laugh that could light up a room, while I, Elena, was the quiet bookworm, always overthinking everything. Our first real date? A “book date” in the university library, because apparently sharing poetry under fluorescent lights was romantic. Or so she said.We settled into a secluded corner table on the third floor, stacks of dusty tomes shielding us from the main reading area. The air smelled like old paper and faint coffee from the vending machine downstairs. Sophia slid into the chair across from me, her knee brushing mine under the table as she unpacked her notebook. “Okay, read me something
Forbidden Sinful Desires: A Steamy Spicy Erotica Collection My Trans Co-worker
The elevator doors slide shut with a soft ding, trapping us inside alone after hours. It’s just me and Riley from marketing—new hire, three months in, always in those sharp blouses and pencil skirts that hug curves I can’t stop noticing. I’ve been calling her “she” since day one because… well, she presents that way. Soft voice, long dark hair, full lips painted red, heels that click like they’re announcing royalty. Everyone assumes. I assume.We’re both heading down from the 18th floor, late project wrap-up. The air smells like her perfume—something sweet and spicy—and the faint coffee on my breath. She leans against the wall opposite me, arms crossed under her chest, pushing up cleavage I try not to stare at.“Rough night?” she asks, voice low, amused.“Yeah. Client revisions at 10 p.m. You?”“Same. PowerPoint hell.” She smirks. “You always stay this late, Jake?”“Only when I want to impress the boss.” I grin back, stepping closer without thinking. The elevator’s small. Our knees alm
Forbidden Sinful Desires: A Steamy Spicy Erotica Collection Highest Bidder ruin my ass
The bass thumps through my bones, but I don’t hear it anymore. I feel it. My body moves on autopilot—slow grind, hips rolling, spine arched, hands sliding up the cold chrome pole. I’m in nothing but a black thong and six-inch stilettos, glitter already sticking to the sweat on my tits. The lights catch every drop of oil I rubbed in before my set.There are maybe fifteen guys in the front row tonight. Regulars, new faces, suits who think they’re slumming it. They all look the same when the money comes out—hungry, impatient, dicks half-hard under their slacks.I drop low, thighs spread wide, ass popping to the beat. One guy—bald, thick neck, Rolex glinting—throws a stack of twenties. They flutter like green confetti. I arch back, let them rain over my stomach, my breasts. Another regular, the quiet one who always tips in hundreds, flicks a bill at my thong. It tucks itself under the string like it knows where it belongs.“Shake that ass, baby!” someone yells.I do. I bounce, clap my che
Forbidden Sinful Desires: A Steamy Spicy Erotica Collection How Erotica are really written
The group chat had been buzzing for weeks: six authors, all women in their late twenties to early thirties, finally coordinating an in-person meetup after years of online collaboration. They’d been workshopping an anthology of interconnected erotica stories—steamy, character-driven pieces that blurred lines between desire, power, and vulnerability. Zainab had been the quietest in the group, always thoughtful with her feedback, never flashy, but when the venue discussion stalled (hotels too expensive, coffee shops too public), she typed the offer without overthinking it.“My place is free. Big living room, plenty of couches. Come over Saturday. I’ll cook.”The others jumped on it. Gratitude emojis flooded the thread. Zainab stared at her phone, heart thumping harder than it should have.Saturday arrived. They trickled in one by one—Laila with her sharp bob and sharper wit, Amara carrying a bottle of red wine, Sofia with her notebook already open, Nadia the quiet poet who wrote the filt
Forbidden Sinful Desires: A Steamy Spicy Erotica Collection Staff Room Threesome
The staff room buzzes with the usual midday chatter, a mix of exhaustion and relief as the lunch bell echoes through the halls. Ms. Elena Ramirez sits at the long table, grading papers with a red pen, her dark hair tied back in a loose ponytail, glasses perched on her nose. She’s the new English teacher, mid-thirties, curvy in her fitted blouse and pencil skirt that hugs her hips just right. Around her, the others unwind—Mr. Davis, the burly history teacher, laughs too loud at a joke from Ms. Thompson, the art instructor who’s always got paint smudges on her sleeves.“God, these kids are draining me today,” Ms. Thompson sighs, packing her bag. “Anyone else heading to the cafeteria? I need caffeine before I snap.”Mr. Davis nods, standing up. “I’m in. Elena, you coming?”Elena looks up, smiling politely. “Nah, I’ve got these essays to finish. Mr. Hale’s staying too, right? We can hold down the fort.”Mr. Nathan Hale, the math teacher—tall, broad-shouldered, with salt-and-pepper hair an
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