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He moved closer and, still fondling his bulge, Karen sat back in the chair, one leg thrown over the other, squeezing her thighs together to bring pressure to bear on her clitoris. There was something powerfully erotic about the glorious interior of Blackwood Towers. Generations of Burnets had fucked there — not only husbands and wives but, no doubt, a multitude of illicit lovers as well. It was as if the tumescence, liquid arousal and violent pleasure of these people from the past had impregnated the walls. She could almost see them dressed in period costume, ruffles and lace, trooped skirts and powdered wigs. Her mind slipped notches, filled with swirling coloured lights and images of forni

I seriously need to stop imagining him in a sexual way, like goddamn the whole student-teacher thing was turning me on. I avert my gaze and read the title "Passions" I raise my head and look at him with amusing eyes, my lips darting into a smile, " of course a player like you reads romance" I hold up the book in front of his face, "don't tell me" I move closer to him, resting both my hands on the table, " you read these for your little friend down there" His body immediately tense up against my breath and I'd be lying if I said I wasn't enjoying it. Last night he did the exact thing to me and now look who's trapped against who?

I wаѕ, but not fоr thе rеаѕоn they thоught. THE END Thank you for joining me on this intense journey through Lost in Lust.️ If you enjoyed this story, I invite you to explore my other novel, “Wild Pleasure”️ A very sexual erotic novel. Nuzel.

The cons—none. Right now, the cabin lights are dimmed, and I’m feasting on the pros mentioned above as I straddle Adam in his wide seat, my skirt gathered about my thighs while we indulge in the one thing we’re best at. His hands grip my waist, helping me roll my hips slowly on him, the friction between us so hard it drives down a tough sexual tension that crackles between us. Our lips are locked in a sensational engagement, every breath we share ragged and short.

Perfect. As I flipped through the chapters, the story heated up fast. The protagonist, a shy librarian much like me, was cornered in the stacks by a dominant stranger. His hands roamed her body without mercy, fingers teasing her nipples until they ached, then dipping lower to claim her wetness. I shifted on the couch, feeling that familiar tingle between my legs. God, why did these books always get me so worked up? My thighs pressed together instinctively, seeking friction.

Perfect. As I flipped through the chapters, the story heated up fast. The protagonist, a shy librarian much like me, was cornered in the stacks by a dominant stranger. His hands roamed her body without mercy, fingers teasing her nipples until they ached, then dipping lower to claim her wetness. I shifted on the couch, feeling that familiar tingle between my legs. God, why did these books always get me so worked up? My thighs pressed together instinctively, seeking friction.

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When it was clear that he was 'up', I asked him to give me a measurement for my book. When he read off eight inches, I noted that before realizing how much manhood I had just held. I wanted to be a good mom and not do anything wrong with him, but it had been YEARS...I was so fucking horny...! I was also so conflicted: a part of me wanted to push him down and leap on board, relieving years and years of sexual frustration. Unfortunately, another part of me reminded me that I was a mother and did not want to 'warp' my son. I left him that day, kissing him on the cheek for his hard work."

“Rhett!” “Not that there’s anything wrong with that. I had a question about the blood exchange though. Do you think something like that really heightens the sexual experience?” The way he looks at me, that naughty glint in his eyes, has me locking the door rather quickly and running over to his side of the bed to gently rip the book from his hands.He shifts on the bed, lifting his shirt to run a lazy hand up and down his abs, and continuing like he’s not putting himself on display or setting me on fire. “I have to say I really identify with August and this whole possessive thing he has going on. I just don’t get why they take so long to get together. Clearly they were into each other.” “It i

Dear Readers, If you thought things were hot before... babies, you’ve barely tasted the fire. The sexiness, the intensity—the sheer, sinful heat—is only just beginning. What’s coming next will crawl beneath your skin, wrap around your soul, and leave you breathless in ways you never saw coming. Every page is laced with tension, temptation, and the kind of pleasure that lingers long after the last word. So flip that page. Dive deeper. Let yourself feel everything.