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At our class reunion, my so-called best friend, Shannon Drew, pulled out a box stuffed with folded notes. A line was taped across the top— [Draw one of Mia Martinez's hopeless-romantic quotes.] The room burst out laughing. Someone pulled a love letter I'd written to Damien Byford senior year. "Damien smiled at me today. I want to give him all my tomorrows, too." Someone else grabbed one from college. "It's okay if he doesn't text back. He'll think of me when he's not busy." Damien had never replied to a single letter. I'd always figured he'd tossed them years ago. Then Shannon drew letter No. 99. Leaning against Damien, she laughed as she read, "If you ever decide you don't want m

He just hoped that this was the start of something new, not the end of a potential good relationship… THE END AUTHOR'S NOTE. Hello lovelies. I trust you guys are doing great. So, I decided to finally start this project after putting it off for a year now. This is like a collection of my readers' suggestions and stories. You tell me what you want as the next story, and I write the prompt of the lucky person. So far, I have 20 prompts from my readers from platforms, 19 when you exclude the already uploaded one. Updates for this series will be twice or thrice a week, with a full upload of a story, not chapter-by-chapter updates, depending on my school schedules.

“Amen, sister. But seriously you really told Alex you’re claiming his bed? Bold move after one night.” I shrugged, still grinning. “Why not? Life’s too short for bad dick and cheating assholes. Alex made me feel wanted, used, and worshipped all at once. I’m texting him tomorrow. Or tonight. Probably both.” Zoe linked her arm with mine, the three of us starting to walk toward the locker room on wobbly legs. “We should make this a regular thing. Naked parties every month. Support group for women who deserve better orgasms.” “Deal,” Mia said. “Next time I’m bringing toys. Or inviting more twins.”

My secret words and my filthy thoughts. Heat flooded my face. I suddenly wanted the ground to open up and swallow me. “I…I attached the wrong file,” I whispered, voice cracking. “It was never meant for anyone.” He stepped closer. Close enough that I felt the faint heat of his body. “Yet you described everything with such precision. The way my voice would sound against your ears, how my fingers would feel sliding underneath your skirt while you tried so desperately to maintain your composure.” His gaze dropped to my mouth, then lower, tracing the rapid rise of my chest. “Does writing those scenes excite you, Freya Laurent? Did your body respond while you imagined me fucking you in this very o

I came again with a shattered scream, my cunt spasming violently around his pistoning cock. My juices squirted out around him, splashing his thighs and the stone floor. Still he didn’t stop. He kept bouncing me on his massive dick through my orgasm, drawing it out until I was a sobbing, drooling mess. “Beg for it,” he demanded, voice rough. “Beg Daddy to breed you.” “Please, Daddy! Breed me! Fill your little niece’s womb! Knock me up in front of everyone — make me yours forever!” With a primal groan, Darius buried himself to the hilt and erupted.

I opened an incognito tab, found the video that best fit my fantasies, and pressed play. A girl on her knees between two guys, one in her mouth and the other sliding in from behind. She can't scream or moan properly since her mouth is full, but her muffled moans sound desperate and perfect. I slid my hand beneath the waistband of my panties before I could even think. I was fucking soaked so it was easy to slide two fingers in. My mouth fell open, a breathless moan escaping my lips. I curled them, closing my eyes, imagining it was Jake or Tyler's fingers instead. I knew it was wrong. They were five years older than I was. I was their best friend’s little sister but I could hardly control the

Rumors were he had over 200 women. I had an active sex life with my husband, and he liked my fantasies as they turned us both on, but I never told him about “Asher” being in them. The fantasies were always about strangers or movie stars. My husband would return from weekend retreats and would tell me all about Asher’s latest conquest, and it turned us both on. I also worked as a paid secretary for the same organization and one weekend my husband told me Asher had arranged free office space at his college for our local office.

One from a story about a guy I had never even talked to but had seen at a party once. The comments were split. Some people defending the quality of the writing. Others condemning me for writing sexual content as a minor. "This is actually good writing," one comment read. "Problematic subject matter but undeniably skilled prose." "She is SEVENTEEN," another comment responded. "This is not okay regardless of how well written it is." "Plenty of teenage girls write fanfiction like this," someone else argued. "She just had the bad luck of having hers leaked." "Fanfiction about fictional characters is different than writing about real people at your school," another person countered. "That crosses

“That’s what you do to me. Every time I see you, every time I remember each time you turned me down. I’m soaked right now, uncle Cain. Just from standing here.” I grabbed her wrist, harder this time. “You’re my bestfriend’s daughter.” “I’m twenty one today.” She pressed her body against mine, her nipples dragging across my shirt. “Legal. Wet and still waiting for you to stop being a gentleman.” My control was breaking piece by piece. Every filthy fantasy I had buried came pouring back; her on her knees, her riding and begging me while I filled her up. But Spencer was up there, probably half asleep waiting for me. My best friend.