Why Is Dry September Considered Important?

PART 1 OF PERVERTED LITTLE ME SERIES WARNING⚠️ This book is sorely for erotica and BDSM lovers. Don’t have other thought! Yes, It’s smut story but not what you are thinking bro. Each chapter of this Diary are fiction stories of diverse sexual landscapes of characters. Imagine this as reading someone’s diary but not just one person…. You know what I mean? As this book unfolds, several sexual escapades that got you as the reader recollecting some great memories. I mean wet memories. This book is not written to scorn or abuse anyone, LBGTQ or Straight, this book doesn’t judge anyone its sorely for entertainment purposes. Imagine reading a high school girl diary of how she fucked her nerd professor? Just imagine the scene, PS… This is not for children, too hot to handle for nerds too… only a psycho can hop on…..

Natalie Hale spent five years loving a man who never learned to look at her. When Ethan Cole's first love returns and he asks for a divorce, Natalie doesn't beg. She doesn't break. She asks for one month, thirty days for him to fulfill every promise he made and never kept. A candlelit dinner, a drive-in movie, an amusement park in autumn, Small things. The things that were supposed to mean us. He agrees, then he cancels and then he lies. Then she waits alone, again and again, learning in real time what she already knew in her bones, she was never his priority. But something shifts during that month. He begins to see her: her beauty, her grace, the way a room moves when she enters it. Too late, too slow, and far too little. On the thirtieth day, Natalie signs the papers, leaves a cup of coffee on the counter made exactly to his taste, and walks out the door. Three years later, she walks back in not to him, but into the same room. Radiant, accomplished and accompanied by a man who has never once made her wait. And Ethan Cole finally understands the difference between losing someone and letting them go. He let her go. She lost nothing.

Ninety stories. Ninety descents. No apologies. 90 Days Wet is a relentless erotica compilation that strips desire down to its rawest form…power, hunger, obsession, and the choices people make when they stop pretending they’re good. Each story stands alone. Different lives. Different rules. Different limits. From polished housewives with dirty secrets to sugar arrangements that blur into ownership, from age-gap dynamics to domination that doesn’t ask permission…every chapter peels away restraint and leaves something exposed. The further you go, the wetter it gets. The darker it turns. The more dangerous the wants become. This is not slow burn romance. This is filth, sex and taboo in all this glory. Read one. Read ten. Just don’t expect to come out clean. 18+ | Explicit themes | Reader discretion advised

Back in my hometown, the women would brew wine at a young age for their future husbands. Since college, Jake Sanders and I had left our hometown for a brighter future in a city far away, and we finally returned in glory. I was finally able to open my vat of wine, which had been kept for 28 years. I knew that Jake was quite particular about hygiene, so I changed my wine to store-bought wine during the town celebration, even though I knew it was taboo. When I was about to share this secret with him, I heard his conversation with his buddies. "Are you sure you're going to drink Erica's wine? You'll have to marry her according to tradition if you do that. Won't Cassie be mad?" "Yeah. Cassie has already opened her vat of wine. If no one drinks from it, she can't marry." Jake laughed with indifference. "She won't be able to leave me. She's even willing to change that vat of wine for me. Besides, her wine has been left for 28 years. Who would want to drink that? Erica's wine is only 20-years-old, and I heard wine is sweetest at this stage. "Even though I've chosen Erica, I'll still make sure to treat Cassie well. I'll marry her if no one will." It felt like my heart had been cored out and a cold wind was gusting through it, but I decided to let this go because I was not an unwanted woman, and Jake was not the only man in this world. I replied to the text that was sent to me every year: [Will you marry me?] He replied right away: [Wait for me.]

Everyone believes Elara is the unwanted daughter of one of the kingdom's richest merchants. Cold, unloved, and treated as nothing more than a burden, she expects her father's final betrayal—but not this. On her twentieth birthday, she is offered as payment to the most feared vampire lord in the realm. Lord Damien Ashcroft is as dangerous as the stories claim—cold, infuriatingly handsome, and armed with a wit sharp enough to cut through anyone's pride. He has no interest in a human bride, yet he accepts the bargain for reasons he refuses to reveal. Their marriage begins with resentment, sarcasm, and endless clashes. She despises his arrogance. He mocks her stubbornness. Neither has any intention of falling in love. But strange things begin to happen. Ancient vampires who have hidden in the shadows for centuries suddenly emerge. Assassins hunt Elara wherever she goes. Secrets buried for generations begin to unravel, revealing a truth more terrifying than either of them imagined. The man she called Father was never her father. Elara carries one of the last surviving bloodlines of an ancient race—a bloodline powerful enough to save the vampires from extinction... or destroy them forever. Now every vampire kingdom wants her. Some want to protect her. Others want her blood. As enemies close in and old prophecies awaken, Damien must choose between the survival of his people and the woman he never meant to love. Because in a world ruled by hunger... Love may be the deadliest thirst of all.

While Alpha Leon danced with his assistant on the dance floor, I sipped wine with clients. To avoid offending anyone, I let his intoxicated self brush his cold hand against my thigh. Still, Leon never glanced at me. His attention was entirely on helping the assistant brush stray hair from her forehead, softly asking if she was hungry. When the banquet ended, the assistant complained of boredom, and Leon immediately whisked her away, leaving me behind for the next round of festivities. “The young shewolf’s been busy with work lately. I’m just taking her to relax. “You don’t like bars, so don’t follow us. “Also, I won’t be back tonight. We’ll postpone tomorrow’s marking to another day.” We’d been together for five years. Although he gave me the title of Luna, he never marked me. This was the ninety-ninth time Leon Gray had unilaterally canceled marking me. So, I nodded. Since he was always busy, perhaps this marking was unnecessary.