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Club Slut Awakening I stepped into the throbbing chaos of Pulse, the hottest underground club near Westbridge University. The bass from the industrial techno track vibrated through my chest, making me already sensitive nipples harden against the thin fabric of my tiny black crop top. After the mind-blowing afternoon with Jake in my dorm, my body still hummed with leftover heat. My pussy felt tender and slick, a constant reminder of the multiple loads he’d pumped into me. And I barely cleaned up before slipping into the shortest pleated skirt I owned, with no panties on and heading out alone, craving more.

I should— But she didn’t want to. Not even a little. He unlocked the door and let her in first. The place smelled like old paper and wood and something that felt like *him*. She stepped inside slowly, running her fingers along the spines of books as she moved through the shelves. Mismatched heights. Handwritten notes pinned everywhere. It was messy and alive in a way her carefully designed spaces never were. She could feel him watching her from near the door. His eyes on her back. On her legs in that blue dress. It made her skin prickle. Made her nipples tighten again. Made the ache between her legs throb worse.

"Our new library whore. Bet Josh never made you feel like this. He does not know how to handle a slut properly." They passed me between them. I licked each girl's pussy in turn while the others tormented my holes. Tara climbed onto the table next. Her pussy was trimmed neatly. Wetter than Mia's. I lapped at her eagerly now. My tongue circled her clit as fingers plunged deeper into me. Kayla followed. Then Lena. Brooke. Riley. Each one tasted different. Each one taunted me with words that sent fresh waves of humiliation and heat through me. "You really believed his sweet talk?" Mia said while I returned to her. She ground against my face. Smearing her juices over my lips and chin. "We are the

''I'm pretty sure there's a lot of things you don't know about me too,'' I mutter, picking up one book from the shelve. Elia breathes out, ''Of course. I don't know you but I'm guessing you don't even like political issues.'' Then, I roll my eyes—putting the book back down. I look at him, seeing that he has a playful smile on his face; showing how he's just fooling around. ''You caught me,'' I walk towards the Romance section; looking at the books that isn't too cliché or too cheesy. As he stops beside me, he picks up a book that I didn't seem to realise earlier, Fifty Shades of Grey which makes my eyes widen before laughing, ''You have a bad taste in books,'' I say, looking at a book called

“You’re being paranoid. Or maybe you’re just not attracted to me anymore. Which is it?” I opened my mouth, but how could I explain it? The sensation wasn’t fear exactly. It was warmer. Deeper. Like invisible fingers trailing down my spine, teasing the sensitive spot just above my ass. My clit gave a faint, traitorous throb. I pressed my thighs together, mortified. “Stan, please. I’m not crazy. It’s this new book I got today. Something about it—”

You must read, so you'll know what we know. Loving books as she did, Madeleine had soon forgotten her disappointment. The private library was a wondrous hoard of knowledge, and as arousing in its way as the long, shared hours of yesterday. Each book was a classic of pornography. As she read — and read and read and read - Madeleine soon grew both learned and fevered. Every picture seemed to remind her of the touch of Delrina’s lips, or the way Laurelina’s fingertips could seek out, and find, the most discreet and receptive of pleasure-nodes, then tantalise them to the very edge of madness. Every line or paragraph of uncensored prose seemed to conjure up the taste of Nadia’s sweat.

Triston looked up to see his cousins Fred and Jeff standing in front, smirking at him. The twins looked the same; both were tall with light blond hair; the only difference was their eye color; one was dark brown while the other was grey. They were of the same height as Triston but compared to him, they were bulkier as they spent most of their time in the gym with their protein shakes. Triston gathered his books when Fred bent down and picked up the project file. " What's this?" He checked the file and said, " Look, bro, he was going to submit his E-commerce assignment."

" Whips and chains? What is this , Fifty Shades Of Grey?" " Oh so you've watched the movie?" My fingers intertwine like ivy tendrils as I clasp my hands in front of me, eyes glimmering at the saucy revelation of Amanda watching one of the most kinkiest BDSM movies ever made. I wonder what else she's been watching besides erotic films. " I read the book," I raised a teasing eyebrow at that defensive excuse.

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Chapter – 0002 Lila POV I walked into the lecture hall for my required Intro to Erotic Literature seminar with my thighs still sore from last night and my mind a complete mess. The campus was buzzing with first-day energy students laughing, comparing schedules, flirting shamelessly but all I could think about was Damon’s thick cock stretching me open in that dark art studio. The way he hadn’t pulled out even after the mask slipped. The way he’d thrust one last time while I came around him like a desperate whore.