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Chapter 2 My heart hammered so hard in my chest. I was still sprawled there, legs widely spread, fingers buried knuckle-deep in my dripping cunt, the last ripples of my orgasm pulsing around them. Steven’s eyes burned into me with hunger and something else I couldn’t name; anger maybe. I pulled my fingers out of my pussy, slick strands of my arousal stretching between my fingers before breaking. Heat flooded my face. “I… I didn’t… I thought you were still at work,” I stammered, my voice raspy. He didn’t answer right away, he just stepped closer, the floorboards creaking under his boots. The faint scent of his day filled the room; sawdust and sweat and it made my pussy clench again, aching and even worse than before. His gaze dragged slowly over my body; the way my top had ridden up to expose my breasts, my hard nipples, my soaked thighs, my swollen, glistening folds still twitching from coming so hard. “You were moaning my name,” he finally said, voice low and rough. “Calling D

Chapter 2I arrived at Dr. Brandy’s residence at exactly eight, holding my journal tightly across my breasts. My body still remembered every second of what had happened in his office, the slickness between my thighs, and the ache had refused to go away.I wore a red blouse and a black skirt that hugged my hips. My curls hung loose around my shoulders. The door opened before I could think. Dr Brandy stood there in a crisp white shirt with the top button undone, revealing a glimpse of smooth skin.His sleeve rolled up showing those strong forearms, his eyes swept over me slowly like he was already undressing me in his mind.“Come inside Freya,” he said, his voice steady.I stepped into the hallway and the door clicked shut behind me. The house smelled of rich bergamot. He did not offer me a drink; instead, he led me straight to his study, a neat room lined with bookshelves.“Sit,” he commanded, pointing to the leather chair in front of the desk.I sat down, my heart pounding so fast I

Chapter 1Vida’s POVMy husband, Mark, had just left for a month-long trip while I stood in the kitchen staring at the stack of bills on the counter.Thirty-two years old, married to the man who loved me endlessly, and here I was, wondering how we’d cover the car repair and credit card minimums. My body ached so badly that no amount of yoga could fix it. I needed something reckless… something just for me.I poured the last red wine into the glass and carried it up upstairs. The laptop screen glowed as I created the website account. VelvetVixen. I, however, slipped into the black lace set I bought on impulse last year, which cupped my breasts and left my hips bare. My nipples already tightened against the thin fabric when I sat on the edge of the bed and hit “Go Live.”At first, I only teased myself. Fingers tracing the lace, slow circles over my thighs with a hand full of strangers typed hearts and fire emojis. I saw the tips trickle in, I told myself it was just for money but whe

Chapter 1Why does my heart keep doing that stupid flip every time I feel like the car is about to turn? The late afternoon sun felt so hot along the driveway and my sundress was damp against my back where it stuck to my skin.Alex unfolded himself from the driver’s seat and his shirt stretched tight across his chest and those arms looked like they couldn’t lift me without even trying.When he saw me his face broke into a familiar crooked grin I remembered but now it hit different and deeper.“Hey stranger,” he said, his voice low and rough. Before I could answer he pulled me into a hug. His body presses very firmly against my chest.His scent hit me—clean and sweet and the smell of something woodsy from his cologne. My breasts flattened against him, soft and full, and for a second too long neither of us let go.Inside the house, the family buzzed with noise. Mom and Dad had had the place packed for their anniversary and my cousins and aunts kept calling to wish them a ‘Happy annivers

WARNING‼️ THIS STORY IS A PARANORMAL STORY 🔞Chapter 1My skin felt sticky from sweat as I peeled off my damp shirt and stepped closer to the tall antique mirror I had dragged out of the closet earlier.I wiped sweat from my neck and stared at my reflection, for a second everything matched. Then my reflection smiled a heartbeat after I did. My pulse jumped. I blinked hard and shook my head I was just tired that was all. I turned away to grab a towel but something made me glance back. My reflection stared at me, eyes darker, lips parted.Heat crawled up my thighs. I told myself to stop being ridiculous yet my fingers already tugged the waistband of my shorts down.Naked now I watched her watch me. She lifted a hand and traced the curve of her breast the same way I did but slower. Her nipple tightened under her touch. Mine did too. A low ache settled between my legs. “What are you?” I whispered.Her voice came back soft and smoky like mine after too much whiskey. “The part of you that