18 And Hot

"Cali, drop the knife, you know it is never that hard that you have to kill yourself." "For the last time Blake. I'm not suicidal!!" I throw the knife away. "Then why were you holding that knife?" He asked, worried. I then showed him the apple in my other hand. ------------- Cali Evans, 17, a normal girl with a wacky attitude and sass. Life was going smooth for her until Blake happened. Blake Sanders, 18, the popular, hot, bad boy finds a new mission when he meets Cali. One misunderstanding, a sarcastic girl and a bad boy equals to food fights, bowling nights, dangerous knifes, terrace conversations, monopoly games and maybe some love.

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During the party, my blind date brushed his hand against my thigh under the table. There were people passing by us, so I had to push down my desire. He had sun-kissed skin, and his body was hard and muscular. Later, in the car on the way home, he asked me if I wanted to…

My husband has an identical twin brother. Forget me. Their own parents can't tell them apart. Three years of marriage, and Logan has been perfect. Devoted, patient, bends over backwards for me. I could not name a single real flaw in that man. Except one. He and his brother like to swap lives, just to see if anyone notices. And the day I figured that out, I was already sitting on his brother's lap, two minutes from crossing a line I could not uncross.

Our eyes never lie, no matter how hard we try. “But you're my sister, Camila. You're my fucking sister and you and I know we shouldn't be doing this” He finally found his oral freedom, but I wasn't the one to be subdued, neither was I the one to give up easily, not when I have nursed the fetish fantasy of making out with my twin brother ever since I turned 18. We turned 18, and here I was, with him. After a year of being apart. Just before our 24th birthday, I had tried talking with a few friends of mine, Carolyn inclusive who had done nothing but to ignite more fire into the passion. “Girl, you need to take your chance! Take those chances baby girl. Your brother is hot! Very hot and you, only you alone can have him and you can do that all to yourself” Maybe she was right. Maybe she was wrong. I couldn't tell, all I knew was that I wanted to satisfy my curiosity.

"Peter, should I go faster?" I was on my knees on the yoga mat, leaning forward, my hips moving in sharp, rapid motions. Meanwhile, my hands just kept working my chest, squeezing and rubbing. Behind me, the rest of the class just watched, their eyes fixed on the way my body moved. "Not bad. Keep that pace. Now let's move on to some hands-on practice." As soon as the instructor said that, he pulled off his pants and positioned himself beneath me.

"Please, stop pushing. I can't take this anymore." The concert venue is packed tight. A man behind me keeps pressing into my backside. I'm wearing a mini skirt today with a thong underneath, and it only makes the situation worse. He lifts my skirt and presses himself against my hips. As the atmosphere heats up, someone in front of me slams into me, and I stumble back a step. My body stiffens as I feel like something just slid inside me.

The college student I had a passionate night with at the hotel turned out to be the intern I was supposed to mentor. On his first day at the company, he pulled me into the break room and wrapped his arms around my waist. "You have such a slender waist. That night, I never expected you to be that fervent..."

As I bent over to do the laundry, a man suddenly pressed himself against me from behind, thrusting me forward into the washing machine. My hips were left exposed to the open air, held firmly in the grasp of his hands. I was trapped, unable to move. His large hands roamed freely over my body, sending waves of heat coursing through me against my will. Pleasure shuddered through my limbs, making my legs tremble uncontrollably. When I finally managed to look back, I saw—to my shock—that the man behind me was my father-in-law.

My husband, Kylan Beck, brings his colleague, Daniel Willis, home with him. He claims that Daniel and his wife aren't compatible with each other in bed, which has completely wrecked Daniel's confidence and pride as a man. As a result, he gets kicked out of his house by his wife. One day, Kylan has gone on a business trip to another city. That's when Daniel secretly climbs into my bed with gleaming eyes. "Ashley, can you help me prove to my wife that my capabilities in bed aren't the problem here?"