LOGINWARNING!!! FOR MATURE READERS ONLY The stories in this collection have zero filters, explicit content. Every story begins with a look. A touch. A dare. But what happens when desire refuses to be tamed? Inside these pages live more than thirty tales that strips desire down to its rawest, most honest form… the slow burn that makes you ache, the tension that makes you beg, and the release that leaves you breathless and wanting more. There is the stranger across the bar whose eyes say everything his mouth hasn't yet. The boss who breaks every professional rule because some hunger cannot be contained by a title or a corner office. The lover who knows exactly which buttons to push and pushes every single one. The forbidden touch that was never supposed to happen and now cannot be stopped. Dominant men who take exactly what they want. Bold fearless women who give as good as they get. Detective who gets blinded by desire. Hot chef who isn't just good in the kitchen, he's a beast in bed. Different couples. Different sins. One devastating collection: Tender and rough. Sweet and savage. Slow burning and wildly urgent. Because real passion does not fit into one box and neither does this collection. This is erotica for the reader who is done settling for stories that fade to black right when things get interesting STRIPTEASE does not fade to black. STRIPTEASE turns the lights all the way up. Read it alone in bed. Read it with someone who makes your pulse race. Just do not start it if you have somewhere important to be… because you will not be able to stop. Some books entertain you. STRIPTEASE will consume you. Tease. Tempt. Surrender. You were warned.
View MoreI came back the next night even though my hands wouldn’t stop shaking on the steering wheel. The church door felt heavier than usual when I pushed it open. My sneakers squeaked on the old floor as I walked down the aisle toward our confessional like it was the only place I belonged anymore.Michael was already there. I could feel it before I even sat down.I closed the door on my side and leaned my back against the wood. “I’m here.”His voice came through the screen, low and tired. “I knew you would be. I tried to talk myself out of waiting for you tonight. I failed.”I smiled even though he couldn’t see it. “Same. I told myself I’d stay home, watch a movie, do something normal. Instead I’m here again. Talking to a priest like he’s the only person who gets me.”A long pause.“Sera,” he said, my name sounding like it hurt him. “We need to talk about what happened last night.”My heart beat faster. “You mean when we touched?”“Yes.” His voice dropped. “I haven’t stopped thinking about y
I came back the next night even though I told myself I shouldn’t.My hands were shaking a little as I opened the church door. The place was dark again, only a few candles flickering near the altar. I walked straight to the confessional like it was my new routine. Like I belonged there.Father Michael was already waiting. I could tell by the way the screen felt alive when I sat down.“You came,” he said. His voice was quieter tonight. Rougher.“I said I would.” I pulled my knees to my chest on the hard bench. “I tried not to. I even drove past the church twice before I parked.”He let out a slow breath. “I told myself I wouldn’t wait for you. But I did.”That honesty hit me hard. I closed my eyes and leaned my forehead against the wooden screen.“I keep thinking about what you said last night,” I whispered. “About seeing the real me. Nobody sees the real me, Michael. Not really.”He stayed quiet for a moment. I liked that he used my name now without the Father in front of it sometimes.
Episode 1: What I Never SaidSeraI pushed open the heavy wooden door of the church at 2:17 a.m. My shoes were soaked from the rain, and my hoodie clung to my skin. The place was empty, quiet except for the distant hum of the heater. I just needed somewhere to sit that wasn’t my apartment with its broken lamp and too many unanswered texts.I found the confessional booth at the back. It looked old and private. Perfect. I slipped inside the penitent side and closed the door behind me. The wooden bench was hard under my thighs. I leaned my head against the wall and closed my eyes.A soft voice came through the screen. Younger than I expected.“Welcome. I’m here if you want to talk.”I almost laughed. “I’m not here to confess. I just… needed a place that wasn’t loud or full of people asking if I’m okay.”Silence for a second. Then he spoke again. “That’s all right. You can talk about anything. Or nothing. I’m Father Michael.”Father Michael. His voice had a roughness to it that didn’t m
The club was finally empty, and the only lights left were the low red glows over the stage and the bar. Bottles of good whiskey sat open on the counter, two glasses half full. I walked out from backstage in nothing but a black robe that barely reached my thighs, my body still shaking from the storage room fuck. His cum had leaked out of my ass and pussy the whole time I cleaned up, but I left just enough to feel Owned. Ready.Vincent was already there, leaning against the bar in his black shirt, sleeves rolled up, looking every inch the powerful owner. But I saw it in his eyes…the hunger mixed with something hotter. He’d chased me into that back room. He’d followed my text. The power had shifted, and we both knew it. I’d always had it. From the first audition when he tried to act unimpressed.“Pour me another,” I said, sliding onto a bar stool, crossing my legs slow so the robe slipped open. My bare pussy flashed him for a second.He poured the whiskey, sliding the glass to me. His
NadiaMorning light came through the gap in the curtains. My pussy felt sore and sticky with Reid’s cum from last night. My nipples were sensitive. There were clear handprints and bite marks on my breasts and ass.Reid was awake behind me. His hard cock pressed against my ass. His hand moved to my
NadiaThree firm knocks hit my door at 9:35 p.m.I walked over and opened it. Reid stood there with the Do Not Disturb sign in his hand. His eyes moved down my body, taking in the short peach silk slip. He stepped inside, hung the sign on the outside handle, and closed the door hard.“No more talki
NadiaMorning light slipped through the gap in the curtains and hit my face. I woke up slowly, my body still buzzing from last night. My hand had slipped between my legs twice before I finally fell asleep, thinking about Reid’s deep voice and the way his fingers had stroked my inner thigh. My panti
Nadia Morning light filled the room. The sheets were wet and smelled like sex. My pussy felt sore and swollen. Cum from Reid leaked out of me onto the bed. My nipples were red and sensitive. There were bite marks on my breasts and dark fingerprints on my hips and ass.Reid pulled me on top of him.
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