บททั้งหมดของ Flesh And Fire: บทที่ 301 - บทที่ 310

Have you ever had a dream you thought was so fuckimg real you could even touch and taste it? Well, I had that dream again, and it left me breathless again.It's hard to describe it, but I've been having these dreams almost every other night for the last week, and it's made me want to sleep even more to continue to have them.It always starts off the same. I'm in an endless void of endless white all around me. For as far as the eye can see, I see nothing. Suddenly, he appears. The man of my dreams. He's tall and handsome. Broad shouldered, and broad chested with shoulder length brown hair slicked back along his head. He has a strong, powerful jawline with just a hint of stubble like he's shaved but not too close to his face. Down along his muscular body he's built like a man who takes care of his body would be: His muscles show up against his body, but he's not pure muscle, built like a man for strength and looks both. Like he's someone who can take some abuse but loves to dish out d

So I leaned in slowly and took it into my mouth. Pushing my soft, plush lips around its girth as he flexed beneath my touch. No noise came from him, just the clacking of him typing on a computer and that only made me want to both pleasure him more and see how far I could take it to get his attention. A sort of self-made competition, and a dare to see if I could get my dream man's attention.So I slowly sucked as hard as I could as I went down deeper on his cock. Feeling it throb harder with my mouth as I felt the head push back along my licking tongue, and dip somewhat into my throat before I pulled back for fear of gagging, letting the loud, slurping sound echo beneath the desk I was under as I pulled back with a loud, lewd pop from the tip. Watching my spit dribble down along his shaft as I went in to treat it like a delicious treat all for me even more. Firs placing my lips on the side of hi cocks shaft and licking downward, letting it slide across my soft cheek, leaving a trail

I blink, caught off guard by the question. My gaze flickers between them, Dominic’s confident smirk and Julian’s quiet intensity. Both men exude desire, their attention making my skin tingle with anticipation. “Do I have to choose?” I ask, my voice a little breathless, though I already know my answer. Julian’s lips curve into a faint smile as his hands slide down my arms. “You could always choose both,” he offers, his voice a tempting drawl. Dominic leans in closer, his lips brushing against mine in the barest whisper of a kiss. “We’d be happy to share,” he adds, the words a husky promise. I nod, my choice clear. “Both.” Dominic doesn’t waste a second, pulling me into a slow, consuming kiss that sends a shiver down my spine. His lips are soft yet firm, coaxing me to open for him as his hand cups my cheek. Meanwhile, Julian’s hands begin a slow exploration of my body, his fingers skimming over my sides, teasing the hem of my dress. The contrast between their touch

It was Christmas time and I was getting the craziest gift I've ever been offered in my life."Open it, Amanda,” Freddie urges, his deep voice filled with anticipation.I’m caught off guard when Freddie hands me a small gift box. It’s a little early for presents, but he insists we exchange them before his brother arrives. I’ve always been a bit of a joker, teasing him about his sexy brother, Henry, and how I’d love to have a wild night with him. Just harmless flirting—or so I thought.I tear at the wrapping paper, my heart racing. Inside is a simple black box, and when I lift the lid, my breath catches in my throat. It’s a stunning diamond necklace, but that’s not what takes my breath away. There’s a note inside, written in Freddie’s elegant handwriting.“To my beautiful Amanda, wear this as a symbol of my love, and tonight, I give you your wish. Enjoy your night with Henry. Love, Freddie.”My hands tremble as I read the note for the second time, just to make sure I’m not dreaming. F

I could kiss my best friend right now right in the lips!! Only, I'm not gay and she would probably kill me. If I did that, she would definitely definitely definitely murder me. She was the epitome of pretty hurts"You deserve to be spoiled,” Ruth insists, thrusting a gift card for a spa session into my hand. Her no-nonsense stare silences my protests before they even begin. “Go,” she says firmly, “and let yourself feel good for once.”Forty, divorced, and starting over—I never thought this would be my reality. The ink on the papers is barely dry and the weight of an unhappy marriage finally lifted. But freedom feels hollow when loneliness takes its place. Most days, I feel like I’ve aged a hundred years, worn down and invisible as if the best parts of me have faded into the past.Ruth, my ever-optimistic best friend, refuses to let me stay stuck in that mindset. This gift card in my hand, her determined words ringing in my ears, feels like a lifeline—a push toward something better, s