YOU KNOW THOSE DAYS when your own life feels too dull and you just want to get laid by a hot stranger? I’m having one of those days. Most times I ignore the urge and move on, but today I’m indulging myself.The guy who just walked into the bar is drop dead sexy. I’m not the only woman in the room to notice him; two women in business dress at a table close nearby look his way too, and the brunette waitress collecting glasses pauses to give him the once over, and then the twice over. I don’t blame her. He’s not regular hot. Lots of guys are that, but this one has that special something that turns him into an eye magnet. You know what I mean, right? He isn’t necessarily the most classically handsome man in the room, and not usually the loudest, but he’s always the one you’d pick to take home, if you happened to be in the mood to pick a stranger up in a bar.Which, as luck would have it, I am.This isn’t something I do often; very rarely in fact, once a year at most. I kicked work to t
Yvonne SnowWhen you love your job but have an infruiriating boss what do you do. Endure?Well my name is Yvonne Snow and I work with an advertising brand company. I obviously love my job but the one thing is I have a boss who literally gets off on humiliating me. I can't count the number of times he's reduced me to tears right there in the office, usually in front of other people.Take today for instance. I was late, my car had to decided to fail me once again so I had to board a bus to get to work.. Thanks to my shitty luck I missed the first bus and after much cursing, swearing and finally an aggressive gangsta mode I was able to hitch a ride with the next bus.. Long story short I had practically ran like a mad woman from the very moment i realized just how fucking late I was It was later I soon realized I had gotten on the wrong bus, especially when I was halfway across the other side of town. Shit That was when I knew I was in deep trouble, immediately I went to meet the d
Holly Pierce P.O.V.It was a warm summer day and school was over. Holly was done with her first year in college and back at home. But she was not too happy. It was not the vacation part that irked her she loved that, but she did not want to be back home. After getting used to living alone, partying and getting wild with her fellow students, the thought of sharing a roof with her dad seemed very unappealing. To make matters worse, her dad’s girlfriend Kathy was also there. The two had only been dating for two months, so this was the first time Holly had to live with her. Kathy did not seem like bad person, but she was definitely very strict, and it would need some getting used to. On her very first dinner back at home, Holly realized it would be hard having fun this summer. But she was determined. After all, there was no way she wouldn’t fuck for the entire vacation. “So, honey do you have any plans for the summer."Her Father asked, their relationship had always been cold. The two us
Renee P.O.VIt was so fucking wrong. So wrong. Sleeping with my stepbrother. Aching for him to fuck me. Waiting for him to come home every night to take me while our parents slept in the next room. My name is Renee Gilbert and am In love with my step brother's cock.When we got home from one of our many family dinners, and my step brother pushed me into my bedroom, pressed me against the door, and ground his cock into me from behind. “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do this,” he said into my ear. He wrapped his hand around the front of my neck, pulled it up gently, and sucked hard on my soft spot, definitely leaving a big red hickey.Snaking his other arm around my waist, he pulled me closer to him. I turned around in his hold, pulled his face to mine, and kissed him hard. Fuck that movie we were going to watch. I pulled his shirt over his head and let my hands wander down his thick, muscular abs. He tugged off my bra, leaving my shirt on and letting my tits bounce out of it
Blurb: He craves her , wants her , watches her and bids his time in making his move and when finally he did, she becomes his Obsession.Will she be his undoing?She knows nothing about him except he has been her secret admirer, sending her flowers and love notes every single day . He's the mystery man in her life or more like her stalker .This is a fantasy based story , I don't actually think it has happened that anyone has had sex with there stalker so it's purely fantasy...Think of it like a mystery admirer.I repeat it's all a fantasy...Hope you like the naughty bits...Daisy's P.O.V.You can call me crazy but am definitely not normal, anyway I've fallen in love or more like in lust with someone I know not .Six months ago after moving to Brooklyn I started receiving love notes and Daisy flowers just like my name which is my favorite type of flowers.I wonder how he knew and I seem to not care much either because all I really want to do is to see the mystery man who's been hun
Mr M's .P.O.V Fuck it!!!What am I going to do if she says no. I don't know how much longer I can hold off. I need the extra time to worm my way in, but if she's not willing to give it, I may go insane.She stays silent. Through the darkness and into the light of her room, I watch as her chest rise and fall with her heavy breathing. Her back is straight with her feet planted on the floor. The split in her nightie is open enough that I can see her flat stomach and the tops of her thighs. The wisp of material covering her pussy is so small, it's barely noticeable. She bites her bottom lip, mimicking what I'm dying to do.I wait with bated breath as she comes to her decision. I release a relieved sigh when she finally relaxes and whispers quietly, "Okay."Although she agreed, she still keeps her eyes on the window."Do you have the scarf?" I ask.she nods, knowing I can see her."I want you to use it to cover your eyes. Tie it good for me." I keep my voice low.She hesitates, thinking a
Intro: Hannah is obsessed with her hot math professor! Warnings: The book is written for your personal guilty pleasures and desires so if you don't like it just skip it. Hope you enjoy.... Hannah's P.O.V . My Name is Hannah Magurita Monre, and I've got this huge crush on my teacher I've always wanted Mr. Landon Patrick to take my virginity. It's like my long dream fantasy , I want my teacher to punch my V card I know this probably sounds cliche maybe like a novel or something but I don't really care. All I desire is him all over me He's only a few years older than me, and definitely not skinny and awkward like all the guys my age are. No, he was all pure man. While I see him every day for my Math class, I doubt he noticed me at all. I'm pretty much just one of his many students. One more young woman in an endless sea of long hair . I existed in an ocean of khaki and plaid, the school's overly conservative uniform. Underneath, I decide to wear nothing when I have his class.
Hannah's P.O.V.Feeling a bit excited and quiet nervous as to what to expect next .I did as I was told. I shut the door, pressed the lock, and with every second that ticked away I felt more and more nervous and excited at the same time. Today is probably the day that is going to mark history, the day I'm going to lose my virginity to my dream fantasy. Just thinking about him made me wet, and I squeezed my thighs together when I felt my inner walls clench in anticipation. So dreams do come true how I've fantasized about this very moment so many times. Since that first day he entered class and introduced himself as our teacher, all I wanted was for him to take me.When I heard the click of the door, I held my breath and waited for him to give his next instruction.No one could see us in this room. I was alone with Mr. Landon.I didn't know why, but I liked the feeling of being told what to do, especially coming from him. He emitts a strong and more powerful aura when he orders me aro
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