Ellen's P.O.V.I moaned as he closed his mouth a little and, instead of his licking tongue, I felt his nipping teeth on the tiny, sensitive button. At my other breast, his fingers kept up their work, too, pinching my left nipple, so that the two different, unbalanced yet similar sensations, turned my moan into a cry of painful pleasure."Oh Barry," I whispered, giving myself to the naughtiness that seemed to please him so much. He moved his mouth to my other breast and his hands went away for an instant, only to return farther down. He put them inside the waistband of my jeans and I felt his fingers undoing the button.He had told me to take all my clothes off, yes, and I had started to comply before he started his slow torture. She still can't believe this was really happening, no one has touched her the way Barry was doing, no one had ever taken down my pants the way he's doing.I felt my pussy gush wet into my panties as for the first time I let my mind go there. Barry is going to
Intro: Cateleya has always had a crush on Regina her befriend's husband! Together and alone they finally take a step and get intimate!Cateleya's P.O.V."Are you sure about this"Cateleya leaned close to press her mouth against his hurriedly before her confidence withers away. His hand cupped her cheek, but Fred didn’t kiss her back yet, He allowed her to explore and opened his mouth when she stroked her tongue across the seam of his lips. When she touched the tip of her tongue to his, he groaned deep in his throat, making her wiggle with delight to her surprise.His hand stroked over her soft top and scooted under the bottom edge to grip her bottom. He swallowed her gasp as the spanked skin stung in response. When he stroked up her sensitive side to brush his fingertips across the lower slope of her breast, Cateleya almost forgot what she was doing. His tender lips reminded her as he deepened their kisses.Cateleya curled her fingers into his broad shoulders. She waited for the momen
Seduction Of The NightIntro: Set in 1781 a Duke and noble lady! Two lovers in denial and inlove unleash their pent up emotions for each other under the moonlight in the garden!He saw her. Sitting on the grass so still she might have been a statue. She was hugging her knees to her chest, gazing up at the night sky with an expression of serenity that would have taken his breath away if he weren’t already so wrecked by fear and fury, and now by relief.Gavin made his way slowly, she must have been lost in her thoughts, for she did not seem to hear him. At about some steps away, however, he heard her sharply draw in deep breath, and she turned.“Gavin?He didn’t say anything, just kept walking toward her.“What are you doing here?” she asked, scrambling to her feet.“I might ask the same thing of you,” he snapped.She drew back in surprise at his display of anger. “I couldn’t sleep, and I—”“So you thought you would wander outside at night" he murmurs..“I know it seems silly"She whispe
Renee's P.O.VHe runs his fingers up and down the line of my spine, sending waves of need through me. "I want to make you Mine"He murmurs and that thought makes my nipples tighten and my sex clench. Oh God. “That’s not a bad thing? Or is it?”He whispers.."No i want to taste you"He says before his lips press soft kisses against my neck and down my shoulder as he unties my top. When the fabric falls free, I moan.“Is this okay, Renée ?” His breathy words slide across my skin like a caress.“Yes,” I sigh.When his palms cup the aching swells of my breasts, a tremble rolls through me. It feels so good. Better than I could have imagined.Leaning back against him i say to him.“Take me"I whisper and Elijah stills at my request. I know he wants me. The steel length of his cock is a reminder of our combined desire.“Not yet.”He says as he continues to nip at my shoulder and a ting of hunger hits me at the bite of his teeth. "I want to savour you slowly"He says turning me in his arms, he c
Intro: Ashley is a sexual addicted woman who hardly gains satisfaction from sex. With her husband being unable to satisfy she sets her claws on her curious and adventurous Step son.Watching her teenage son jerking off was even more thrilling than sex with her husband. Her gaze was glued to his groin. Ashley couldn't have walked away even if she wanted to. Her eyes were pinned on his Cock like as she watched him masturbate.Marcus rubbing and pumping himself. His cum looked thick and creamy. Precum oozing out from the base tip as he pumped himself out. His groans as loud as his heavy breathing.At last he finished, with a satisfied grunt.He held his cock out and tightened his grip, pulling up slowly, as if he were coaxing the last drops out. He grinned, pleased and proud of the magnitude of his cum. Just as he turned to walk out of the bathroom his eyes fell wide.And he saw his mother staring at him..He blushed furiously, so shocked that he just stood there for a moment, with his s
Part 2:She shrugged her clothes open and now she shrugged it from her shoulders, stripping for action. She bent over him and kissed him on the lips. Her step son hesitated for a moment before he responded. He had never imagined kissing his step mother.Kissing and tasting her lips he could taste his own cum on her tongue and lips. His lips parted and they ground their mouths together passionately, swapping tongues in a French kiss, panting into each other's maw excitedly.After a minute she drew back and arched her torso, cupping her boobs up her hands. She lifted the heavy boobs and deepened the smooth cleavage as she held them out to his face. He began to nurse on the swollen tips, feeling them explode in his lips and tingle on his tongue. He gulped on her succulent boobs with gusto as she squirmed over him, thrusting them into his face. His head turned as he switched from nubbin to nubbin, making each swell in his lips in rotation.He couldn't remember nursing as a child with his
Iris P.O.V.The bathwater was as hot just as i wanted and I sank into the tub with a groan of pleasure. Lupita the maid had been up and had worked her magic with candles and the fire, she had been nice and welcoming since i got to Damien's home.I was still soaking in the bathtub, my hair falling over the edge in a cascade when there was a gentle knock on the door. Damienpushed it open without waiting for me to respond. Sitting up with a start, I quickly sank back into the water when he walked in.He grabbed one of the towels and held it out like a Bulter although a very dangerous and sexy one. His eyes were smoky. “Come to bed,” he said, his voice gruff.I sat in the water for a few heartbeats, trying to read his face. Damien stood patiently during my examination, towel extended. After a deep breath, I stood, the water streaming over my naked body. His pupils dilated suddenly, his body still. Then he stood back to let me step out of the tub before he wrapped the towel around me.Clut
Intro: Georgia is a naughty ass student who has a huge crush on her teachersGeorgia's P.O V.What a shitty day today has been!I’ve missed the bus home. I sigh, my breath coming shaky still as I meet my own eyes in the bathroom mirror. I decide to walk home.I take another breath, tuck my hair back, grab my bag, and waltz out of the bathroom where i had just had a mini mental breakdown and smoked my eyes out.immediately i walked out of the bathroom and i bumped right into him immediately i saw his face cringing.."Mr Zion"I say breathlessly as i ogled him, my not so hot teacher who i might or might not have a crush on.My hands go flat against that hard-packed, muscled chest of his through his dress shirt, my breath catching as I’m instantly falling right against him.His sharp blue eyes narrow even as his lips smile at me.“You were smoking,” he growls, half amused, half angry-sounding.“No, I wasn’t,” I say quickly.I gasp as he pulls me tight against him, my skin coming alive and
The Prescription for Obsession Intro It started with the migraines, sharp, blinding, and unrelenting. When Léa Rousseau walked into the Neurological Hospital for what she thought would be just another examination, she didn’t expect to become the obsession of the man behind the cold stethoscope. Dr. Adrien Grey was clinical perfection. Brilliant. Composed. Unnervingly intense. But beneath his tailored white coat and sterile touch was something darker something that stirred the moment Léa stepped into his office. She wasn’t just another patient. She was temptation laced in innocence, and he was a man already breaking. Their sessions grew longer, his questions more personal, his presence more frequent until his house calls became a routine and her bedroom, his sanctuary of sin. Now, he touches her like he’s studying her anatomy by heart. Ties her like he’s claiming territory. Spanks her like she’s his punishment and reward. And Léa? She lets him. Craves it. Because she’s
Filth and Fire Intro; Some cravings are not meant to be tamed. They’re meant to destroy.Vera Leclair was supposed to be off-limits. She is too young, too sweet, too breakable. But Émile Rousseau never cared for rules especially not when they stood in the way of obsession. She walked into his gallery looking for art. She left with a leash around her throat and her soul in his hands. Émile doesn’t love. He owns. A self-made billionaire known for his cold detachment and darker appetites, he keeps his lovers bound in silence used, ruined, forgotten. But Vera isn’t like the others. She doesn’t run. She doesn’t break. She begs and it drives him insane. Behind closed doors, she’s on her knees for him, Spanked, gagged, fucked until she forgets her name. In public, she’s the perfect temptation his hidden sin wrapped in innocence. What starts as a game of power and filth quickly spirals into something deeper. Need turns to addiction. Possession turns to madness and when Émile realizes h
Situationship Intro; Irina never believed in winning not in love, not in life, and definitely not in a prestigious writing competition she nearly didn’t enter. Drowning in debt, barely keeping her antique store alive, and questioning every move she’s ever made, she had nothing but her words and even those felt small. But one person pushed her forward, over and over again: Salvatore. Charming, magnetic, and carved from a world of sharp suits and silk power, Salvatore is everything Irina isn’t. Where she breaks, he holds. Where she hesitates, he devours. Their friendship had rules at least she thought it did. But friends don’t show up unannounced at midnight. Friends don’t kiss your forehead like it means something. And friends don’t look at you like they want to ruin you, body and soul. For weeks, their connection has been a slow, dangerous burn. A brush of fingers too long. A laugh too intimate. A stare that strips her bare. Irina tells herself they’re opposites, that men like h
The Student’s Shame Intro; Mira is a strict, confident private tutor hired to keep a wealthy 19 year old student from failing out of school. But Leo isn’t just distracted he’s obsessed. Every night, he watches her through the cracks of her door, touching himself as she undresses, too ashamed to stop. What begins as silent voyeurism turns into something darker when Mira catches him in the act. But instead of kicking him out, she decides to punish him. Hard. With cuffs, control, and cruel teasing, she flips the power dynamic, turning Leo into her plaything. Soon, he’s on his knees in her apartment, begging for the shame he once feared. But the deeper she drags him into her world, the more twisted it becomes. And when she starts making him serve in front of others, Leo’s desperation turns to tears and obedience. Mira’s P.O.V. The Peeping Boy Mira’s Apartment — 10:12 PM It had been a long bus day and now the night had a warmth to it, that strange spring heat that didn’t belong i
Thirty Days Intro; Cassian Volkov is the Bratva’s enforcer, the cold brutal right hand of the Pakhan. He doesn’t negotiate. He doesn’t show mercy. When one of their runners steals from the organization, Cassian is sent to collect the debt… and make an example. But what he finds instead is her. Wren the beautiful, soft-spoken, untouched, and breathtakingly defiant. The runner’s innocent little sister. Cassian should kill the brother and walk away. But he has a different kind of punishment in mind. A deal is struck. Thirty days. Wren will belong to him, body, mind, and obedience as payment for her brother’s betrayal. What she doesn’t know is that Cassian doesn’t play fair. He’s a Dom with a cruel mouth, a taste for innocence, and a twisted obsession with breaking beauty. And Wren? She’s the perfect canvas to destroy. But the deeper she falls into his world of control, torment, and unbearable pleasure the harder it is to remember who’s really in charge. Because monsters li
Thirty Days! Intro; Cassian Volkov is the Bratva’s enforcer, the cold brutal right hand of the Pakhan. He doesn’t negotiate. He doesn’t show mercy. When one of their runners steals from the organization, Cassian is sent to collect the debt… and make an example. But what he finds instead is her. Wren the beautiful, soft-spoken, untouched, and breathtakingly defiant. The runner’s innocent little sister. Cassian should kill the brother and walk away. But he has a different kind of punishment in mind. A deal is struck. Thirty days. Wren will belong to him, body, mind, and obedience as payment for her brother’s betrayal. What she doesn’t know is that Cassian doesn’t play fair. He’s a Dom with a cruel mouth, a taste for innocence, and a twisted obsession with breaking beauty. And Wren? She’s the perfect canvas to destroy. But the deeper she falls into his world of control, torment, and unbearable pleasure the harder it is to remember who’s really in charge. Because monsters l
Their Filthy Games Intro; Lysandra was supposed to be a fleeting temptation, a soft distraction. A quiet sin Elijah Vale could ignore but she didn’t stay quiet. Now she’s everywhere beneath his skin, in his head, haunting his sheets like a ghost he can’t exorcise. And Elijah? He’s done pretending to be sane. Done pretending he doesn’t crave her with a hunger that borders on madness. Their game is simple: she hides, he hunts. And when he finds her, she pays in sweat, in tears, in moans she tries to swallow but never can. It’s dirty, twisted but addictive. Each round is darker than the last, each punishment sharper, each reward filthier. And Lysandra plays like she’s not already broken like she doesn’t love how wrecked he makes her. But obsession leaves marks and Elijah doesn’t plan on letting her walk away clean. He’ll chase her into hell if he has to. Because he doesn’t want her consent. He wants her surrender. Elijah’s POV The door creaks open beneath my hand, and I inh
The Billionaire’s ClubIntro; Alexa Quinn is an ambitious young anthropologist invited to observe a secret society known only to the ultra elite one that claims to renact “primitive rituals” deep in the wilderness under the guise of cultural preservation. But what begins as a research opportunity quickly unravels into something far more dangerous… and intimate.She was never meant to observe.She was the Offering.To be chosen, hunted and broken.Behind the masks and shadows is Adrien Duret he’s a cold, enigmatic billionaire who has orchestrated every detail of this ritualistic hunt for years. Alexa isn’t just a subject of his desire. She’s his obsession. The woman he’s watched from afar, studied in silence, and prepared an entire world for.And now, she’s finally within reach.Inside the walls of his private club, where rules are rewritten in blood and silk, she’ll discover a world of predator and prey, of ritual kink and primal chase where pleasure is pain, and power is taken, not
UnstitchedInto; Kira Volnova is a brilliant but untested dressmaker hiding behind the seams of other people’s designs. She’s young, quiet, and burning with a secret obsession for him. Matteo De Rossi. The god of high fashion. Cold. Demanding. Impossible. And her boss.Known for dressing A-list celebrities and destroying interns, Matteo is a man who doesn’t tolerate mistakes or innocence. But when Kira is caught wearing a self-made velvet gown in the shadows of his studio, something unravels. Her curves. Her defiance. Her untouched body beneath the silk she stitched just for him. He sees what no one else has what she’s never given and he decides to take it.What begins with a private fitting becomes a wicked game of control, seduction, and slow, excruciating desire. Matteo doesn’t just want her talent. He wants to mold her. Mark her. Keep her. And Kira, despite the ache, wants every inch of it.Unknowingly to Kira her first time might just cost her more than just her innocence, it mi