Collected Fictions Novels & Stories

“Someone who actually reads. Who’s been broken before and didn’t turn careful forever. Someone who… sees me. Not the version I put on dating apps. The real one. Messy and scared and all of it.” The words hung there. Vulnerable. Too much. Callum went very still. His hand moved to his jacket pocket. He pulled out the wrapped book and set it on the table between them. Sloane stared at it. Her throat felt tight. “Who was it for?” she asked, voice small. He rubbed the back of his neck. “My date. She mentioned Zaha Hadid once. I spent three days hunting this down. Essays on beauty in architecture. Stupid, right?”

"I still don't know how you made it to my room like a fucking ghost." She waved me off, the frying pan flailing about. "Oh Grealish, sometimes life's little mysteries are better left unsolved! Now, help me find the eggs, will you?" With overwhelming curiosity, and a hint of fear, I looked for the eggs. As I rummaged through drawers and cabinets, she continued to regale me with nonsensical stories about talking squirrels and time-traveling teapots. Frankly, I wasn't sure if I had stumbled into an alternate reality or if I had been possessed by a mischievous spirit. Or maybe she had been possessed by something malevolent.

WARNING Explicit stepmother/stepson incest (he calls her "Mom" while he's balls-deep) • Raw cheating on the husband/father • Rough degrading sex: choking, slapping, spitting, hair-pulling, "slut" talk • Bareback creampies, facials, swallowing • Almost-getting-caught adrenaline • Age-gap filth + forbidden obsession Arranged-marriage jealousy and heartbreaking goodbye sex This is NOT romance. This is pure, dripping, no-limits taboo erotica. About "Hooked on his Dick" One open door was all it took. Natasha walks in on her stepson Noah stroking the biggest cock she's ever seen and instead of walking out, her panties soak through. From that second, they're doomed. Secret quickies while Dad

I scramble back onto the bed and lean against the headboard as he reaches for the button on his jeans. “So, why do you have a guitar here and all those picks if you don’t play?” His eyes go to the floor where the case remains closed but unlatched. “I just do.” “Why?” “April…” His chest heaves with a deep breath as his eyes reach mine. “I just fucking have them, okay? People accumulate all kinds of shit that doesn’t mean anything to them. It’s just here.” I stare, unconvinced, arms crossing over my chest. “Nobody collects things, like guitar picks, if they don’t mean something. Why would you have more than one if you didn’t want to?”

Broke reader, right you could say that. They're my inspiration, motivation and also distraction. I'm an orphan with no one to take care of me, I wasn't that confident in myself. “ Today's red moon. Did you hear that our wishes will come true if we make a wish?” I heard some of my colleagues squealing happily and I just rolled my eyes. Nonsense. Who would believe those kind of words these days? How stupid. I shook my head to get rid of those silly thoughts of my fellow colleagues. Wishes come true? What a bullshit!

After a couple repeats of this, I decided to do some snooping. Rob isn’t exactly tech savvy, and it was easy for me to figure out the password on his phone while he snored next to me. And of course, he was cheating. It was even worse than I expected, as he was regularly texting other women, had dating apps installed on his phone, and even had a collection of nudes from a young blonde who he worked with. I could tell because she was in the bathroom at work in one of the photos, pulling up her work shirt and showing her tits.

Cum leaked out around my cock. We heard a car door outside. Rachel was back. Princess climbed off fast. Cum ran down her legs. She grabbed her clothes and ran to the bathroom. I pulled my pants up quick. My heart pounded. Princess came out dressed just as Rachel walked in. Rachel smiled at us. "Did you two have fun while I was gone?" Princess looked at me with that hungry stare. "We always have fun uncle Matt," she said. My cock twitched again already thinking about next time. The tension between us kept building every single day.

I lost count of how many times I jerked off to the image of Adrian watching while I stroked myself until my cock was spent. The next morning I couldn't stop thinking about it too during swim practice. And the one after that. Cole had a thesis paper due in three weeks and had essentially relocated to the library. He came home to sleep and left before I was fully awake. Some mornings I only knew he'd been there at all because his coffee mug was in the sink. The first time Adrian showed up on a Tuesday with no real reason I let him in because what else was I going to do. Stand in the doorway and say Cole isn't here like he didn't already know that.

he said and stood infront of her with a backpack hanging on one shoulder. Kamala laughed dryly at the joke she just heard. When she stopped, she tried to get up and he stepped forward and helped her. “Is this what you guys at Sexizen do? Stalk temporary signees to their places like creeps?” She scolded. “I'm sorry. I brought you some ice and…” “I don't need your ice Collin!” she protested. “Why are you so mad at me? You chose that fetish yourself and hell, we're both being paid to do that” he said, raising his voice a little above normal.

The realisation of the pose hit Abegail like a strike of lightning. Kolester's elk. She had been Kolester's elk the day Fernand had died. And it wasn't her, for her own sake, that Kolester wanted to possess. He just wanted to conquer. And he had done exactly the same thing with her son—just to conquer. It was all in his books. It was the centrepiece of the book she herself had typed again and again, the title changing, but the message never varying, just as Kolester's readers liked it. And she hadn't seen it. Only the capturing of a moment in time in a black-and-white photograph told the unfettered truth. A photograph of Kolester was kept on his nightstand. The audacity of it. The cruelty. W