Big Girl Panties

Warning: 18+ only. Featuring hardcore taboo and age-gap stories. This is a boxset containing twelve stories of irresistible steam, steam, fun, and naughty stories. If you're not up to eighteen, this book is not for you. Get ready to be intrigued. To feel. To...sin.

I swallowed hard. “Teach me the things that bad girls like.”“Oh, my sweet, little bunny, I’ll teach you lots of things, but I won’t make you a bad girl…” He smirked and pinned me to the bed, causing me to arch my back, whilst peering down at me with a smoldering gaze.“I’ll make you MY good girl,” he promised instead.***I was a good girl my whole life. When I found out my fiance cheated on me, banging my sister right after he secured my family’s investment, suddenly, I didn't want to be a good girl anymore, so I went to his father.Ellis Peterson never cared to be in a relationship. Rumors said that he had an extraordinary hold on women. He led me to his personal playpen, a "dungeon" filled with toys. I just never thought that I would become one of his toys.Daddy Dominant's Good Girl is created by Reina Bellevue, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

"Drop your hands and spread those legs, I want to see all of you." 🔞🔞🔞 WARNING!!! THIS BOOK HAS 90% STEAMY SCENES, READ-ONLY IF YOU ARE IN FOR SUCH A THRILLING RIDE **** Keira, heiress and only daughter to one of the richest men in her country had many problems that the world knew nothing about but she was certainly not expecting that a trip with her dad would add to that list. But somehow, she ended up in the toilet with this hot stranger. From instant connection to sex in the bathroom, Keira is certain that she wants to keep seeing this man that is twice her age. Keira is used to getting everything she wanted but Clint Homer is a different type of difficult. Not only is he one of the biggest shareholders of her father’s company, he turns out to be her new therapist too. But that wasn’t going to stop her…. She was used to having anything she wanted. And since Clint Homer was now on that list, She was going to be Daddy’s little girl.

Content Warning: This story contains mature themes intended for adult audiences. Reader discretion is advised. ***** Within these pages lies a collection of intimate confessions: raw, daring, and unapologetically honest. Each entry invites readers into the secret world of women exploring passion, desire, and the thrilling edges of pleasure. These stories aren't just about encounters, they are about discovery, empowerment, and the electric moments that linger long after the night ends. A provocative tapestry of experiences, this diary captures the heat of forbidden temptations, the sweetness of surrender, and the boldness of women owning their deepest desires. It is more than erotica, it is a celebration of sensuality, independence, and the unapologetic pursuit of pleasure.

"Spread your fucking legs for Daddy…" The moment those growled words hit my ears, my thighs trembled, going weak at the knees. I swallowed hard, my throat dry with envy, aching to be the one spread wide and commanded by that deep, dominant voice. Heat flooded my core, soaking my panties with slick arousal, my pussy clenching desperately around nothing. Like the foolish, needy girl I was, I nudged the door open just a crack, peeking into the dim light of his bedroom to see who he was claiming on that massive bed. But shock slammed into me—Alpha Kane wasn't with anyone else. He lounged against the headboard, his massive hand wrapped around his thick, veined cock, stroking it slow and firm while his piercing eyes locked on a spread of my photos scattered across the sheets. Pictures of me in innocent poses, but the way he pumped his shaft, pre-cum beading at the tip and dripping down his length, turned them filthy in his gaze. **** I'd been just ten when rogues tore through our pack in a brutal war, slaughtering my parents and leaving me orphaned in the blood-soaked ruins. Alpha Kane Laskovic had charged in like a storm, ripping through the attackers with savage fury, saving me and the survivors. He became my guardian, my armored knight, pulling me from the ashes and raising me under his powerful protection. I was supposed to call him Dad—respectful, safe. Not Daddy, not while fantasizing about him pinning me down, growling filthy commands as he fucked me raw, claiming every inch of my body as his. But gods, I couldn't stop. The taboo hunger burned too hot, making me crave his cum flooding my womb, marking me as his forbidden little slut.

IT WAS late afternoon when Andy began to pick up the clothes she had hung up this morning, but she stopped what she was doing when she heard shouts and footsteps outside their backyard as if those people are in a hurry. So she peeked through the hole in their wall that is already brittle. But to her surprised, someone suddenly jumped out from the outside and entered their yard-- a man wearing a black hoody jacket. "W-who are you?!" Andy managed to ask, so the man turned slightly to her which caused her to see the man’s face. "Shit," that's all the man said and ran away... carrying her... "Hey, shit! My panties, give them back to me!" Andy shouted but he didn’t look at her again. Her panty which was hung outside was taken by a stranger. And now, the question running to Andy’s mind is… ‘Who’s that guy who stole my panty?’