18+

"Mm… Slow down, honey... You'll wake Julie..." Chasing a thrill, my best friend, Natalie Turner, and her husband, Scott Turner, were actually making love right in front of me. Their hushed, breathy sounds filled the room, intimate and unmistakable. My face burned the entire time, heat rushing straight to my ears. I barely dared to breathe as I froze in place, waiting until Natalie finally drifted into unconscious sleep. And then, the very next second, Scott climbed onto me.

My best friend takes me to a beauty salon for a facial. A young and handsome employee there latches onto me. He's tall, good-looking, and is great with women. He knows just the right things to say and is flirtatious without being lecherous. He shows me the pleasures of being a woman… I forget all about my boyfriend and allow him to make me descend into the throes of passion. What I don't know is that there's a price I can't pay behind the gentleness…

"They were entwined with each other, luxuriating in the throes of passion, the man's robust body..." I was hiding in my office, secretly penning the next development in my story, when a voice from behind me began to read my words aloud, one by one. It was the new intern, a young man. I trembled, pleading with him, "Please, don't tell anyone." He adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses, his hands bracing the edge of the desk, trapping me between his arms. "So, this is what you like?" His throat bobbed, and a smile played on his lips, "Then, why don't we... try it out, just the two of us...

I only needed to transmigrate into the romance book and complete the mission in it to receive a reward worth tens of millions of dollars. I was so carried away by such an incredible opportunity that I registered without hesitation. After transmigrating into the book, I realized too late that my mission was to win the male lead’s heart, who happened to be my roommate. Additionally, something strange began to happen to my body. I was a man, but I developed abilities that only appeared in women after childbirth. One day, he cornered me in the room. When he saw my soaked top, he gulped and asked, “Can I try?”

My name is Lola Sinclair. "Please, not on the motorcycle…" As I ride with my husband, Dominic DeLuca, on his motorcycle, a male passenger suddenly reaches around me from behind. He slowly presses himself against me, assaulting me right in front of Dominic.

Ze jagen niet. Ze smeken niet. Ze geven zich niet zomaar over. Van directiekamers tot rechtszalen, van repetitiestudio's tot privékantoren: deze vrouwen zijn machtig, briljant en hebben alles onder controle, totdat ze iemand ontmoeten die dwars door hen heen kijkt en elke vorm van controle die ze ooit hadden, verbreekt. Deze verzameling intense, langzaam opbouwende romances verkent rivaliteit, autoriteit, geheimhouding en de heerlijke spanning van botsende gelijken. Want soms is het gevaarlijkste wat een vrouw kan doen... verlangen. Waarschuwing: Dit boek staat vol spannende erotische korte verhalen. Het bevat volwassen inhoud en is alleen geschikt voor lezers van 18 jaar en ouder. Deze zwoele collectie zit vol cliffhangers en verboden romances. Lees, geniet en vertel me wat je favoriete deel was.

After my husband has passed away, I feel my carnal desires building rapidly every single day. At night, I yearn for someone to break and conquer me roughly. I'm at the age when I crave physical intimacy the most. Coupled with the weird ailment, I find myself constantly tormented by my urges all the time. Having no other choice left, I can only turn to the village doctor to treat my embarrassingly weird condition. But little do I know that he'll…

After encountering problems at work, I lose myself in a virtual reality game. I randomly meet a male player in there and depend on my amorous interactions with him to escape reaity. We flirt with each other and have roleplay; he grunts and groans over the microphone. Everything changes when I accidentally reveal my true identity. The young man next door pins me underneath him and roams his hands over my body. When he speaks, his voice is hoarse. "You were great at flirting in the game, weren't you? Why can't you make those noises now?"

กลับบ้านช่วงวันหยุดรอบนี้ ฉันอุตส่าห์จองตั๋วรถไฟแบบนอนได้แท้ ๆ แต่พอตกกลางคืน ตอนที่นอนอยู่บนเตียงแคบ ๆ นี้ ฉันเหลือบตามองผู้ชายร่างใหญ่ที่นอนอยู่เตียงข้าง ๆ แขนล่ำกับไหล่กว้างของเขาเด่นชัดแม้จะอยู่ใต้แสงสลัว……จนฉันรับรู้ถึงความรู้สึกแปลก ๆ ที่พลุ่งพล่านไปทั่วร่าง ฉันซุกตัวอยู่ในผ้าห่มผืนเล็ก ความรู้สึกแปลก ๆ แผ่ซ่านไปทั่วร่าง ชายเสื้อและกระโปรงถูกถลกขึ้นเล็กน้อย ปลายนิ้วเรียวสวยค่อย ๆ ลูบไล้เข้าไปตามชายผ้าอย่างแผ่วเบา ร่างกายฉันร้อนรุ่มจนควบคุมไม่อยู่ ขาทั้งสองข้างสั่นเกร็งและหุบเข้าหากันอย่างไม่รู้ตัว ฉันขบริมฝีปากแน่นเพื่อกดความรู้สึกเสียงซ่าน แต่บางครั้งก็เผลอหลุดเสียงร้องที่น่าอายออกมา และสิ่งที่ฉันไม่เคยคาดคิดเลยคือ ในความมืดนั้นมีดวงตาคมกริบคู่นึง……กำลังจับจ้องทุกการเคลื่อนไหวของฉัน

Untuk mendapatkan inspirasi dalam ujian seni, ibuku menyewa guru privat untukku. Di bawah cahaya redup, kakiku di bawah meja perlahan-lahan bergerak dan bertumpu di kaki guruku. Guruku mulai meremas kakiku dengan kuat dan menatapku dengan tatapan yang membara. Suara hujan lebat yang begitu rapat di luar sana, yang berpadu dengan suasana hening …. Membuat pikiranku tidak bisa berhenti untuk melayang ke mana-mana. Tubuhku juga terasa aneh. Kemudian, guruku tersenyum dan menutup pintu. Dengan hati-hati, dia melepas dasinya dan berkata hendak "membahas pelajaran" denganku.