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“As soon as I saw the paperback was available, I purchased it. I was hoping you would tell me someday, and when you did not, I had to come up with something. The suspense was killing me. How do you look so innocent and manage to write such filthy things?” Hana faltered. “They are not filthy.” “Oh, the sex scenes are hot. Is that what you and Calvin do?” Before Hana could say a word to defend herself, she raised a hand and added, “You know what? Don’t tell me. My baby brother’s sex life is none of my fucking business. But I love the book.” “Thanks,” was the only word Hana could manage. She had thought those sex scenes tame. Compared to all the naughty things, her and Kyle had done in real lif

This was normal life now. Later that afternoon, I lay on a wide silk cushion under a flowering tree, reading one of the community’s ancient erotic scrolls. The illustrations were filthy and beautiful — women tangled in endless pleasure. My fingers idly stroked my own clit as I read, lost in the words. A woman with golden hair and a thick strap-on appeared beside me. She didn’t speak. She simply spread my legs, positioned the fat head of her cock at my entrance, and pushed inside me in one smooth thrust.

Slowly. Our faces were impossibly close. Close enough for me to notice the faint scent of cedarwood lingering on his shirt. Close enough to feel his breath brush across my skin. His eyes searched mine. Not saying anything. Just… Staring deeply at mine. So Intensely. Everything around us faded. Even the headache pounding inside my skull. It was only him. My gaze drifted to his mouth, and before I could stop it. Something inside me pulled. Without thinking… I leaned forward.

​A document containing the raw, emotionally unedited chapters of my secret novel manuscript. ​Before I could minimize the window, the text filled the massive screen. And right at the top of the page was a deeply descriptive, intense scene I had written late Sunday night—a scene detailing a massive, broad-shared golden-haired boy standing over a girl in a dimly lit bathroom, his touch unbelievably soft as he wiped tears from her face. It was a completely transparent, beautifully written mirror of Mike. ​Mike’s eyes tracked the text instantly. His entire body went completely rigid in his chair.

“But I need to practice my descriptions!” “What?” Nate asked. “Descriptions for my books,” Rose took a bite of her cheese sandwich.`Kam and I rolled our eyes at the same time. “Rose, I swear those books you read are just porn with a plot,” Kam grumbled. I couldn’t help but grin. He’s not wrong. From what Rose has told me, her web books are filled to the brim with sex, sex, and more sex. “Stuff like, ‘The orgasm was so intense, I felt the ground rumble,’ right?” Nate said as he rolled his eyes. “Shit like that is in my ma’s paperback romances.”

THE FOLLOWING CHAPTERS FROM HERE MIGHT CONTAIN A LOT OF DESIRABLE SEX SCENES AND HEART BREAKING WORDS TOO. IT MIGHT BE FILLED WITH BDSM FUCK SCENES SINCE THE CHARACTER NOAH LEX IS COMING INTO THE PICTURE. IF YOU CAN'T TAKE IN SUCH SCENES, PLEASE DON'T CAUSE ANY HARM TO YOURSELF. BUT TRUST ME, I WON'T MAKE IT THAT DEPRESSING FOR YOU ALL. YOUR REVIEWS ARE NEEDED TOO… IF YOU WISH TO GET MORE CHAPTERS DAILY. HAVE FUN READING AND DON'T FORGET TO VOTE AND FOLLOW THIS ACCOUNT FOR MORE MIND BLOWING NOVELS.……..❤️

I respond. “Eloise is a smart girl, she will figure it out,” Blake says. we stop talking and continuing. We reach the part that she basically rapes him. The series did things differently, in the book she got him so drunk that he could not stop her. In the series, he is sober and she refuses to let him pull out.

One chapter of many already brewing in my mind. I’d laid myself absolutely bare for her in this scene, exposing my true, deviant nature. Her acceptance would be nothing short of a stunning miracle. To act out the scene for real would be like heaven on a seedy platter, but I had faith in miracles for once in my life. Rosie’s cheeks were bright pink as she kept on scrolling, but she didn’t pause or hold back. She soaked my words in without hesitation.

“It’s just a book, Neil.” “I know, but-” “She’s a virgin,” I drop my voice to a whisper. “She’s probably just trying to learn.” “That was my thought,” the butler recovers, “but you know how wolves can gossip.” “Hm.” I nod at him. “I’ll give this back to her.” Chuckling, I close the door and go to throw the book on the coffee table, but out of curiosity I open it where she placed a bookmark. It describes oral sex in detail and I can just about picture Kaiya blushing while she read it.

For all you lovers of the Satan Sniper's Motorcycle Club, just so you know... not all scenes make it in the in the story. I like to imagine these little cells that resemble tiny circular pink aliens drafting scene like hundreds of them competing in my head for a small chance to get noticed. They work day and night and by morning —they're all stacking it up in my head, some make it to the laptop and others don't. And from the laptop only the best parts make it to the book. but every now and again we miss one or two interesting parts.