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“Absolutely, Master, I am yours. Have you never even fantasized about having a slave before?” “The last woman I was with was my wife; we never played any fantasy games. I have not touched anyone in ten years.” I felt the pang of loss begin to grow in my chest again. “Master, I am so sorry. I never knew you were married. May I make a suggestion that might help you to understand what you have gotten yourself into?” “I would be glad to hear anything you have to say.” She then suggested a couple of websites for me to read. Stories and such to let me know what I might want to try.

“Not always. I’m into stories like that. Ever try an orgy? Threesomes, foursomes… gets the blood pumping.” I choked on my water, coughing lightly. “Uh… what?” Sophie laughed. “Jon’s shameless, he loves his group fun. You guys seem open-minded, though.” Thea’s grin widened, brushing her hand flirtatiously on Jon’s thigh. “Oh, we’re down. Right, Kara? Adam?” Adam chuckled. “We’ve had practice.” "You’re all…" I hesitated briefly, "into that?” Jon leaned closer to Thea, his voice low. “Life’s too short for boring, don't you agree. You in?"

Trigger Warnings 18+ ONLY This collection contains explicit sexual content including: Graphic MM sex scenes BDSM dynamics Dubious consent Power exchange Rough sex Possessive/dominant behavior Strong language Reader discretion is strongly advised. A collection of stories about men who want more... Strangers in dark clubs, rivals who can't keep their hands off each other, alphas and Omegas bound by something older than either of them, two men who've been circling each other for years finally giving in. Every story stands alone. Every story burns differently. Some are quick and dirty, some take their time. Some are about the first time, and some are about the last

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Twenty-five men. Twenty-five stories. One thing they all have in common is desire. Some men fall for the person they were never supposed to want. A forbidden crush on a straight boss. A brother's best friend who was always off-limits. A divorce lawyer who becomes far more than a professional. A bodyguard who gets dangerously close to his client. A fake boyfriend who doesn't stay fake for long. A retired adult-film star determined to leave his past behind, until someone recognizes the man he used to be. There are also rivals who can't stand each other, roommates who discover an attraction they never expected, supposedly straight married men whose lives are turned upside

For this reason, I decided to move all then into strange short stories, that is already a storybook of different themes. The w******l policy does not allow me to remove or delete those books, so they will remain there but as a "paused" book. You can find only the introduction of those books on w******l and no else more. But there you can find some covers I made for those stories and that I can not upload here. The stories of a single chapter will continue to be published, of course. Each volume of Strange short stories will have 3 medium-sized stories and about 10 short stories.

Espérance My name is Espérance, I'm 29 years old and I work as an executive secretary. I've been single for almost two years now. Right now, I'm sexually frustrated, and since I hardly ever have time to meet people, sometimes, like tonight, I go to a club to dance, drink, and especially to make a good connection , to end the night in style. I dress in a very sexy outfit to catch attention quickly and find a handsome guy to finish the night with.

“That’s a shame. What do you do when you’re not delivering pizza?” “Gym, maybe video games or fixing cars. Normal guy stuff.” “So tell me your favorite movies, worst date story, what you’ll do with a million dollars.” I asked smiling. He answered easily, laughing at my teasing questions. The conversation flowed and he was funny in a quiet, dry way that made me forget Mark for a while. After ten minutes I felt the heat rising again. “God, it’s so hot in here,” I said, fanning myself. I grabbed the bottom of my tank top and pulled it off in one smooth motion.

I was dangerously close. My back arched off the bed, two fingers buried deep inside my soaked pussy as I read the filthiest part of the story — the part where the two older men had the girl pinned between them, stretching both her holes while calling her their perfect little whore. “That’s it, baby. Take both our cocks like a good girl.” My thighs started shaking. I was right there… when my mother’s voice suddenly cut through the door. “Serena! Dinner!”

The next day at work felt like absolute torture. I was the manager of Velvet Desires, an upscale adult store located in a quiet corner of the city. We sold high-end toys, luxurious lingerie, premium lubes, and everything a woman could possibly want to explore her deepest fantasies. Normally I loved my job. I helped shy customers find their first vibrator, recommended the perfect bullet for discreet public play, and smiled through awkward conversations with complete confidence. Today, however, I could barely concentrate on anything.