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His rolled up sleeves reveal the thick veins in his forearms, and the scent of him, that woodsmoke and sharp musk, seems to drift across the rows of desks, clogging my lungs. "Most writers fail because they are afraid to feel," Professor Tyler begins, his eyes snapping back to mine for a split second before moving on. "They describe a scene like a blueprint. But a story is not a blueprint. It is an experience. If you want your reader to bleed, you have to describe the coldness of the blade. If you want them to burn, you have to make them feel the heat of the skin."

WARNING : This is a collection of short erotic stories. It is extremely explicit, raw and unfiltered. Not suitable for readers under 18. Step into a world where every shade of temptation comes alive. Where obsession feels like love, and ruin feels like pleasure. Every tale drags you into a secret desire, a toxic attraction. Where heroines love being ravaged, and still beg for more. Stepdads who claim what they desire while mom is away or sleeping. Dominant piano tutor who turns practice into breathless, handcuffed restraint, and a junior brother who blackmailed their sisters into a threesome.

Jasmine watched as Mrs. Hart’s car drove into the compound and parked in front of the mansion. The reporters were already trolling out of the compound one after the other. They met her by the gate. Mrs. Hart did not seem to come out of her car until all the reporters were gone from the compound. One of the reporters stopped to ask Jasmine a few question, but got attacked by Jasmine instead. Jasmine needed to pass out her frustration somewhere, and this reporter seemed to have asked just the right question to trigger Jasmine and make her go wild.

They were supposed to be our protection detail, yet they were nowhere to be found! I quickly forgot about our two absent bodyguards when I saw one of the rogue’s lunge towards Lilly who was standing closes to the shore of the stream. Ripping my mouth away from the rogue that I had been holding onto, and doing so, in a way which saw me tearing a large chunk of flesh out of his throat. I felt immense satisfaction at the fast-flowing stream of blood that was now running down his neck. I lunged at the wolf that was advancing on Lilly, body slamming him hard, and knocking him into a tree. The rogue got up and shook his head before turning towards us once more, growling low in his throat.

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This is the second season of Marco and Letta's story, titled "Trapped: I Can't Escape from the Billionaire." The first season can be read under the title "Trapped: Pregnant with a Billionaire's Child." These two stories are interrelated, and it is recommended to start by reading the first season first. Thank you.

“Then maybe that’s your answer.” Later that night, Ryan stood by his window. The streetlights blurred in the distance. His inbox pinged again a reply from L. Tansey, offering a call. He didn’t answer yet. Instead, he opened a blank page. And he typed: “A Story That Doesn’t Belong To You” by Ryan Calloway He stared at the title for a long moment. Then under it, he wrote: “This isn’t a story about revenge. It’s about reclaiming.” Two weeks later.

[BIG BUTT PLUG: A LESBIAN BDSM STORY - 3] This story deals with themes of hardcore BDSM and humiliation. Skip this story if you can't handle the heat. I gave the leash a sharp tug, my voice firm and commanding. "Go." Tory whimpered, her eyes wide as she scrambled on her hands and knees across the kitchen floor. I watched the sway of her hips, the wag of her tail plug with each crawl forward. She reached the table and paused, panting slightly.

"Forget about him. He'll be driving, and we'll be in the back doing our thing. If that's not exciting enough for you, I'll tell him to pull over so he can join in…" "What are you talking about?" I hissed, covering his mouth. Truckers—especially the long-haul guys—had a habit of talking dirty to pass the time, but I couldn't believe he was saying such things about me. I was mortified. Yet, despite the shame, the image Dylan planted in my mind began to take root. Two strong men, one in front, one behind… I pressed my hands against my burning cheeks, forcing the thoughts away, and hurried to finish packing.

"Big bro, Hayden isn't doing anything bad—" "But you shouldn't make friends with him! You know how restricted we are to getting along with people like them, like De Veras! They're our clan's enemies!" Venus kept her mouth shut instead of arguing and insisting on what she believed versus what this big bro of hers believed. "And don't forget what happened to our eldest brother Salvador when he once fell in love with a De Vera woman. What did he get at last from loving an enemy? Except for nothing, he just got his heart broken a big time!"

Possibly, but I didn't care anymore. I wiped my tears and started walking towards my car. I didn't notice a truck stop beside me. Before I could realize what happened, I was roughly grabbed by burly hands. I tried to scream and struggle against those hands. But a cloth covered my mouth and nose. The putrid scent of something assailed my nostrils, and I lost consciousness.

"are you done? fortune asked indifferently, Brandon, firstly they are certain things that we can't get back in life, the word after it's said of which your words were all lies from the start, you can't take that back because that's what you told me, a lie and you made believe a it. The time we spent of which is gone and was all fake and the other thing you can't get back is trust once it's broken, no matter how much you try, you can never get it back and you broke my trust so I don't trust you. Hence I forget to mention, you know those words you said about my cousin being able to satisfy you while I couldn't, I think you only said what you felt, not that you were frustrated. When you think about it, you should never apologize for saying how you feel because it's like saying sorry for being real. For once I do give you credit for being real, I suggest you stay real all the time. Have a good day and don't bother me please". Fortune pushed Brandon who stood in her way like a statue. She opened her apartment door,shut it tightly and immediately locked it. Brandon who stood motionlessly outside recovered from his shock he rubbed his head in frustration and strolled away.

As I lay on the genuine leather sofa with a glass of 1982 Lafite in hand, I finally felt like the hero of a power-fantasy novel I was meant to be. Suddenly, a highlighted post popped up on my phone screen. It was from the campus forum. "Why Did Jacob the Fool Suddenly Lose His Mind?" I raised a brow and tapped into the thread with interest. There, students were enthusiastically discussing my "heroic act" of feeding the sandwich to a stray dog yesterday. Someone had even started a betting pool. "I'll bet a dollar that Jacob takes Carol to a fine dining restaurant and begs for her forgiveness." "I'll put ten dollars on tomorrow. Jacob will be crawling back with tears in his eyes, apologizing to Carol."

my jaw clenched with anger and looked him intently. Both of them untied the three of us and force us to walk until we reached outside. The cold wind danced the leaves and played our hairs as we walking through a weird town. Classical are the style of every house I saw in the town, there's just a few people here and all of them are looking at us with those desires and furious eyes but some of them looks tense as they glared me. "This is the Crimson village, the most biggest village I'n this island. As you can see they're just a few werewo- I mean people here because everyone attend to Crimson university"

She pouted. "Mami, I don't care. All I know is I want you to pack our bags before I return." He snapped. "Someone is on his period" She whispered waving hand at the friendly receptionist. After packing the bags up, she opened the curtains. Looking at the busy street, she will miss taking tea while hussain is hugging her behind. She sighed softly, this is not how she wanted her vacation to end. She wanted to leave a memory behind and now all the memory she will leave behind, is that of her husband fighting his brother.

I said looking down were his hand was on my arm. "Where Ava?" Trey asked removing his hand from my arm and looking over my chest and belly. "Trey, my arm, where you were just grabbing." I said gritting my teeth. "Hold on." Trey said going to pick me up in his arms. "Trey, put me down I can walk." "No." He said continuing to walk towards the front door. "Kyle, tell the police when they get here that we are going to the hospital and the rest of what happened." Trey said walking out the front door and towards the vehicle. "I don't want to go to the hospital", I said pouting and turning my head into Treys shoulder. "Bae you know that you have to go for the babies sake." He said putting me into the vehicle. "Fine, but I'm not happy about this." I said scooting further into the car so that Trey can slide in beside me. "Why do we have so much crazy in our lives?" I asked leaning back into the seat. "Ava, This is not even that crazy." Trey said taking his phone out and typing away. "Trey you got kidnapped by my close friend, and you crazy previous sub just shot me. How much more fucked can this get." "Well you are pregnant with triplets, I'm fighting a growing company, and we could always be were we were when we first fucked." Trey said putting his phone down and looking over at me. I felt my stomach start to ach and my cheeks turning red. He knew that just the mention of sex gets me worked up. "Trey I'm warning you to stop or I will do something we both are not suppose to be doing." I said laying my hand on Treys thigh. "And what would that be Ava? You just got shot." I looked at my arm where the bullet grazed my arm. "It's just a graze." I said leaning over to Trey and kissing his neck. "Ava, your doctor said no." Trey said pulling my hand up to his mouth and kissing it.

My own slippers were nowhere to be found. 'Isn't that just hilarious, Erick?' I mocked myself. I dropped my suitcase and turned to Yoel. "I'm still waiting for an answer. Where's your kid?" Yoel gulped, looking like he wanted to stand but Sheila held him down. He gestured dismissively at me, "Erick, don't sweat it! We were just kidding around, playing Truth or Dare!" The girl with the bubblegum-pink hair next to him chimed in, dramatically clutching her chest. "Totally, Erick. Don't get it twisted! We always spice up the game with some racy jokes. It's all in good fun!"

Now my own mom want's me to have a one night stand with a total stranger, I just hate this woman. ****** Is it 402 or 403 fuck my battery is flat how will I know the lodge she sent, well let me go for 403 it sounds familiar, I opened the room staggeredly, nervous and shivered the room is damn dark. A hand held me from behind. "Good day sir" I said shaking. "what do you want?" I could smell the heavy alcohol. I'm short on words. " sir I love you " I said reluctantly. " get lost" fuck how am I gonna do this.

But now… “Great! Now that’s done let me explain the rules of the new game. You are going to tell me a story. All you have to do is survive the story. Simple right?” Of course, it was not as simple. Anderson knew very well that anything concerning a demon would not be as simple. What was worse, this particular demon was very different. So, who knew what twisted game of story telling the demon had in mind? Anderson nodded warily at the demon’s enquiry. Whatever was coming he knew very well the odds would be against him as such he had his guard up. It was funny; He was rather feeling like the trapped one.

“The story begins with my brother trying to get me to go out and have fun.” “Okay,” Max said as he listened to the entire story taking notes and just waiting to ask questions later. Henni remembered every detail as it happened, which is really why Mack wanted her to be there. They would skip around and confuse Max. Henni could say the whole story of how they met and what they had to go through and keep it to the details of everything without adding too much extra into the mix as they went deeper into the story. “Wow.” “Yeah, she is impressive,” Mack said when Henni finished outlining the entire beginning of the story and then filling in the details as they knew them. It was basically all they knew summed up in less than two hours of storytelling.