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I felt my pussy contract at his words, grasping at something that wasn’t there yet I desperately craved. “Just focus on the stars, baby.” he licked up and down my neck while his fingers finally parted my folds, finding my clit. He rubbed the bundle of nerves until I shook. I stared up at the ceiling as shooting stars and comets zipped by. I felt myself getting close, as if I could join those heavenly bodies up in the sky.

Until now, strange short stories had only very short stories. But from volume two I intend to add stories that have 10 to 20 captains as well. These stories are not so long nor have so much visibility as a separated book. For this reason, I decided to move all then into strange short stories, that is already a storybook of different themes.

More… specific. I read romance novels and decided the first step to getting his attention was to make him see me as something other than Jane’s little friend. I started wearing shorter skirts when I knew I’d see him. Tighter tops. I’d pull my hair up to expose my neck, mimicking gestures I’d seen in movies. But he never gave me a second glance. Not until I went for the nuclear option. Last night, I sent him photos. Not just any photos. Explicit ones. Carefully angled, lit by the dim lamp in my dorm room, leaving nothing to the imagination. I sent them to his private email, the one I’d memorized from seeing it on paperwork years ago.

But Arabella’s heart had already begun beating far too quickly. A breeze moved softly through the marketplace between them. Neither spoke for several moments. Then Edwin finally gestured toward the bookstore. “Do you enjoy reading?” “Yes.” “What sort of books?” Arabella hesitated. “Poetry mostly.” One dark brow lifted slightly. “Romantic poetry?” Her cheeks warmed instantly. “Sometimes.” Edwin looked dangerously amused again. “You continue to surprise me, Lady Arabella.” “And you continue mocking me.” “Only because you blush so beautifully.” The words escaped him so naturally that both of them froze afterward.

Three years ago, there were vacations, beach pictures, birthday dinners, hiking trails. Someone appeared beside him over and over again. He was tall with brown hair and an easy smile. He was in dozens of photos. I clicked one. It was an image of the man kissing Adrian’s cheek as they sat on the beach. The caption underneath read: “Couldn’t imagine doing this with anyone else.” I blinked. That didn’t seem innocent. Or a platonic relationship. Anger welled in me the longer I stared at the image. I swear, if Adrian had a boyfriend…

The ropes bit into her skin in pretty patterns, and the sight made my nipples tighten against my dress. My breathing was getting shallow. I could feel myself getting wet, the slickness between my thighs impossible to ignore as we moved from scene to scene. Alexander pointed out different kinks: a St. Andrew’s cross with a man being caned until his ass glowed red, a couple engaged in sensual wax play where hot drips made the woman gasp and writhe, a quiet corner where a Domme had her submissive licking her boots while she casually chatted with friends. Every explanation he gave was calm, but his voice grew rougher with each one. I noticed the way his hand froze at my back, his fingers occasionally flexing against me.

Daisy asked Ahaz in a whisper. “Tim and Jordan.” Both of them chuckled silently. “Which one of you is jumping so highly?” Mr Colt gritted his teeth, hiding his pink cheeks and trying to act bold. “No no, it’s okay, Mr Colt. It’s good anyway. We’d try romance this time.” Mrs Lovely blinked and turned her attention towards the students. “Let’s take Romeo and Juliet’s story. It’s short and an inspirational romance, after all, is it good?” “Yes, yes!”

Clara stepped back, her eyes roaming over Elena's body with an appreciation that made heat pool low in her belly. "Lie down," Clara whispered, taking Elena's hand and leading her to the bed. The sheets were cool against Elena's bare back as she settled onto the mattress, watching Clara untie her robe and let it fall away. Her body was beautiful—full breasts that swayed slightly as she moved, hips that curved generously, skin that seemed to glow in the afternoon light. Clara climbed onto the bed, positioning herself above Elena, her thighs straddling Elena's waist. She leaned down, her hair creating a curtain around their faces as she captured Elena's lips in a kiss that was both tender and hungry.

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I’ve read a lot of things in my ten years of teaching. Late-night essays, drunken rants passed off as “creative expression,” confessions disguised as poetry. But none of them ever made my cock hard. Until hers. Until Mira Callahan handed in her extra credit assignment. It was a short story, printed neatly in 12-point Times New Roman, double-spaced like I asked. But the first sentence hit like a punch to the gut: “He wasn’t supposed to touch her, but he wanted to. And when she leaned back on his desk and spread her legs, he forgot what ‘supposed to’ meant.”

Feelings grew between the two in the weeks that followed, trying as much as possible to spend most of their time together and especially naked. The long running sweet, sexually fulfilling fairy tale that had been their life for the last one month was, however, cut short. A happening they both knew was beyond their control. Promises were made, more passionate romantic sexual escapades happened and teary, that said goodbye. Only this spelled a new doom awakening in their lives.

I gratefully let it sweep me under, unsure if I’ll be able to walk out of here whole. I blink awake at the crack of dawn with my face to the ceiling, recounting the last events of my downturned life. From being snatched off the road by a raving animal, to being claimed by another. Mate. Just one word and it makes my blood boil with deep-seated rage. Reading about fantasies must have knocked me upside the head so bad. I must have been a fool to wish for a love like in those fantasy books? Twenty-four year old and I can’t distinguish lies woven into literature.

Deep throated, eyes on his. He entered missionary, face to face. Thrust deep, gazes locked. "I love you, Elena," he whispered. Tears pricked. "Love you too." Taboo love, but real. We came together, bodies joined. Held tight after, hearts beating one. But as night fell, a call came. His business partner, urgent meeting. He left reluctant, promising soon back. Alone, I wondered. This bliss, how long? Dark desires grew, and I can’t bear it.

I picked a thriller, but as it started, Ryan stretched out, his arm draping behind me. His thigh brushed mine, and sparks shot through me. I could smell his clean soap scent, mixed with something masculine that made my mouth water. Halfway through, the plot twisted into something steamier. The main characters, a couple on the run, ended up in a motel room. The screen filled with them kissing, hands roaming. The woman pushed the man against the wall, her fingers tugging at his shirt. He growled and flipped her around, yanking her skirt up. My breath hitched as he exposed her ass, spanking it lightly before sliding his hand between her legs.

A dream I don’t want to let go of yet. After being in the cold for so long, the warmth that caresses my skin right now feels like the gentle touch of a caring lover. The air smells faintly of pine smoke and something masculine, which makes me believe this is a man’s place. My eyes orient, and I notice I’m in a cabin. The wooden paneling has been done so well that the heat is conserved well in here. It looks so cozy, like one of those cabins straight out of P*******t. I can hear the gentle crackle of fire somewhere, and I assume that’s where all this warmth is coming from. Oh my god! Have I been kidnapped by one of those prince charming from romance stories? I giggle at that absurd thought, but I can’t help thinking about it.

WARNING: Dark Romance, Dubious Consent, Breeding, Public/Car Sex, Sensory Deprivation (Blindfolding), Primal Play, Overstimulation, Graphic Sexual Content. I didn't wait long. By noon, I was at her apartment door, my knuckles rapping a steady, "concerned" rhythm against the wood. My inner beast was pacing, his claws scratching at the back of my ribs. The scent coming from under the door was intoxicating-it was the smell of a female in peak estrus, a pheromonal explosion triggered by the supernatural seed I'd pumped into her hours ago.

Rafe came again, filling her rear channel with another load before pulling out and watching his cum leak from both her well-used holes. They lay tangled together among the silk scarves and crystals, the distant sounds of the sleeping carnival drifting through the night. Rafe kissed her shoulder softly. “Stay with me tonight.” Luna smiled, glowing with satisfaction. “I’m not going anywhere.”

solid, and spilled about the festival afterglow, alone in her bunk fantasizing about the band, fingers between her legs to their music. Guys went quiet, breaths heavy. "Fuck," Kai muttered. "That's hot."Theo lost again, shucking his jeans, leaving him in tight boxers, bulge obvious. Alice's eyes lingered. The ritual shifted. Jax upped it. "New rule. Winner touches the storyteller wherever." His hand slid higher on her leg, under the hem of her shorts, fingers teasing inner thigh. She gasped soft but didn't pull away. Heart hammered.Rico claimed the next win with a Berlin hotel story, threesome in the jacuzzi, tits floating, cocks sliding everywhere. He picked himself as reward, turning to Alice, lips brushing her ear. "My prize." His hand cupped her breast over her tank, thumb flicking her nipple through fabric. She arched into it, moan slipping out. "Rico..."The room spun hotter. Kai's next story won, pounding a chick against the drum kit post-show, skins shaking. He chose Alice, kneeling between her legs on the couch, hands pushing her thighs apart gentle but firm. His breath ghosted her shorts, fingers tracing the seam right over her pussy. She was soaked already, fabric clinging. "Kai, shit," she whispered, hips lifting instinctive.Guys watched, cocks straining pants now. Theo stroked himself over boxers. Finn's eyes dark. Jax poured more shots, but hands roamed free. Finn spun a quiet gem about a fan in the crowd flashing him mid-set, him fingering her discreet from the stage barrier after. Alice lost that round on purpose almost, peeling off her tank top slow. Her full tits spilled free, nipples hard peaks.