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Steamy Encounters Chapter 3 (Tormented)
While she bathed, I made the cottage presentable. It was grating on my nerves that I had to do things for that stubborn human. I really didn't need anyone disturbing my peace, but she showed up unannounced, with an annoyingly busy stance. Why me??If I'd known this was how it would have turned out, I wouldn't have saved her. But... Fuck everything!Gritting my teeth, I made a makeshift bed for myself, knowing she wouldn't lie on that one. I would have to put up with her tonight. First thing tomorrow, at the first crack of dawn, I would kick her sorry arse out of my cottage. She needed to return to wherever the hell she came from. When I was done, I sat by the door, waiting for her. I didn't look up when the door opened until she cleared her throat. I glanced up and my mouth dried. My dick jumped in my slacks as my eyes took in the naked woman in front of me. Fuck. She was gorgeous. I knew I'd seen my fair share of women, but looking at her, all clean now, she put those other women
Steamy Encounters Chapter 2
She followed me straight to my cottage and, without waiting for me to invite her in, walked straight in. “What the hell are you doing?!” Pissed, I stepped in behind her, determined to throw her out of my house. She took one look around and wrinkled her nose like I’d invited her into a pigsty. “Gods,” she muttered. “Do you even own a broom?”My cottage only had a room with a bed of hay and furs in the corner. It only had a fire pit and a table and chair where I sat each time I wanted to think. It wasn’t pretty, and I didn't care. I lived alone, and as long as I got around, I didn't have any issues at all with my house. “What the hell are you doing?” I slammed the door behind me. “I told you to go home.”She didn’t even flinch. She just turned, hands on her hips, and sized me up with her judgmental eyes. The red hair was stuck to her face with sweat and dirt from the fight.“My home is like three villages over,” she said flatly. “And that pig wasn’t the only thing out there tonight.
Steamy Encounters HER REVENGE, HIS REGRET
SYNOPSIS:A revenge served in a cold dish. She came for revenge, but found something else.Chapter 1My tears. My blood. My innocence. I gave everything to him. He was my love. The only one I sacrificed everything for. He took me up from the dark, clothed me, and showed me the light, only to thrust me back into the bottomless pit where the dark was thick as butter, where no light shone.As I fell deeper into the pit, his laughter followed me.His betrayal hurt more than anything else, like the sting of a scorpion's bite. He made me feel like a fool for falling for him.I thought it was love. Yes. He made me believe he loved me, but that was all lies. I was nothing but a means to an end for him. I didn't know I was nothing but a damned replacement.Angel, he called me, but he treated me like a devil would his slave. He dragged me from the heaven he placed me on and broke my wings. He chained me down and turned me into a demon.He told me he would protect me from the dark and would neve
Steamy Encounters Chapter 5
A week later, the rectory study was quiet enough that Sloane could hear the clock in the hall. She was on her knees between Father Callum’s feet with his cassock open and his cock heavy on her tongue when the front door opened two hours early. Mrs Brennan’s keys hit the bowl. Callum stood so fast he nearly knocked Sloane into the desk. He stepped in front of her, one hand already making the sign of the cross like that could rewrite the last five minutes, and Sloane stayed on the floor behind his legs with her mouth wet and her heart trying to leave her body. “Father?” the housekeeper called. “I finished at the market sooner than I thought. I brought the chicken casserole you like.” “In here,” he said, and his voice almost broke. Mrs Brennan appeared in the doorway with a covered dish and stopped. She looked at him first. Then she looked down, just far enough to see Sloane rising from the carpet with her hair wrecked and her mouth too pink. No one spoke for a second that lasted to
Steamy Encounters Chapter 4
The next day she did not sit in the third pew. She waited until the first two people had gone into the booth and come out looking lighter; then, when no one was looking, she slipped through the priest’s door and dropped to her knees between Father Callum’s feet, as if she had been born for the dark under his cassock. “You cannot be in here,” he whispered, and his hand was already in her hair. “I can. You left the latch loose on purpose.” “Sloane.” “Keep your voice the way it is when they talk. I will be quiet.” She opened his cassock just enough. He was already hard. She wrapped her hand around him and licked the head once, slow, to feel him twitch. The window on the other side slid open. “Bless me, Father, for I have sinned,” a woman’s voice said. “It has been two weeks.” “Go on,” Callum said, and Sloane took him into her mouth. She did it the way she had learned he liked, wet and unhurried, her tongue flat along the underside while she sank until her lips met her fist. His
Steamy Encounters Chapter 3
Saturday after evening Mass, the church emptied the way it always did, in little groups that talked too loud on the steps and then forgot the building existed. Sloane waited until the last of them had gone before she slipped into the booth and knelt. The cushion was worn thin. She put her hands on the little shelf and listened as he sat down on the other side. The window slid open. “Bless me, Father, for I have sinned,” she said. “It’s been a week.” “Go on, Sloane.” She didn’t start with impatience. She didn’t start with a lie at work. She stared at the dark screen and let the words come out in one long breath because if she stopped, she’d lose them. “I want you to fuck me. That’s the sin. That’s the only one that matters anymore. I sit in the third pew, and I watch your hands on the chalice, and I think about those same hands holding my hips. I go home, and I touch myself thinking about your voice telling me to be quiet. I cum with your name in my mouth, and then I get dressed,
Steamy Encounters Chapter 4
Ashamed of what had happened between them, Mara hid in the room from Matt. She didn't leave the bedroom until she was certain he had gone to work. She took care of the baby, to take her mind off what had taken place between her and her step-brother, and by the time the clock rolled to 9 PM, she was
Steamy Encounters Chapter 3
He looked up at her from between her thighs, his dark eyes gleaming when he felt her freeze. “That's what you are, Mara. My sister. My leaking, desperate sister.” He lowered his mouth again, his tongue flicking her clit once, twice, making her jolt. “Say it.”She shook her head, tears spilling ane
Steamy Encounters CHAPTER 2
Finally, he pulled back. Her breast slipped from his mouth with a wet sound, both nipples now red, glistening, and spent, but still eager to feel the mouth on them. A thin trickle of milk ran down the curve of her breast, and Matt chased it with his tongue, lapping to clean her. His eyes were gla
Steamy Encounters TAKING HIS LACTATING SISTER
A/NThese are collections of erotic shorts, each accompanied by a brief backstory. Each story differs from the other. They are just collections, and each story will have at least 3 chaptersHAPPY READING!TAKING HIS LACTATING STEPSISTERThe baby finally slept after a long day of constant crying.
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