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The man's mouth parted slightly as he watched her touch herself. She pinched her nipples between her fingers, gasping at the sensation. The stranger's free hand drifted down to palm himself through his boxers. The sight of him touching himself while watching her sent another flood of wetness to her already soaked panties. She let one hand slide down her stomach, over the lace of her underwear. Her fingers pressed against her clit through the fabric, making her hips jerk slightly. "Fuck," she whispered to the empty room. Her legs trembled as she continued touching herself, circling her clit through her panties.

He ran away as fast as he could and didn’t turn around. This is what he normally did to calm himself. He was not a psychopath but acted like one sometimes. Snatching and stealing was a stress reliever for him. He used to cover the expenses of his day this way when he didn’t get the chance to steal money from the shop. He ran far away and stopped at a store near his house. He purchased snacks and drinks for his kids and his wife. His family was his only priority and he did whatever he could to make them smile.

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I smile at my daughter and say, “Over medium, please.” Then she looks at Gabriel, fighting a smile. “Can you eat better than you can dance?” The girls erupt into laughter, and Gabriel holds his hands up in defeat. “Look at it this way, ladies: I gave you a great story.” Britanya looks between me and Gabriel and winks. “Doesn’t seem like the story’s over.”

“You scared the poor boy, dude.” That was the first response he got from Damien Lau after he finished telling the whole story. The doctor visited him today, and he served some mineral waters to him. He was just a bachelor who didn’t really care about food at home and only had mineral waters with him. Despite being a bad host, the painter still dared to pour his heart out by telling the story that bothered him since yesterday. Yeah, he had told his friend about his ‘experience’ with his student yesterday.

For this reason, I decided to move all then into strange short stories, that is already a storybook of different themes. The w******l policy does not allow me to remove or delete those books, so they will remain there but as a "paused" book. You can find only the introduction of those books on w******l and no else more. But there you can find some covers I made for those stories and that I can not upload here. The stories of a single chapter will continue to be published, of course. Each volume of Strange short stories will have 3 medium-sized stories and about 10 short stories.

I didn’t have enough time to argue with her so I just accepted it and thanked the both of them. While fixing my clothes, one of my used panties halted me. I decided to leave it under the comforter. I knew David would miss me so much that he would visit this guest room every night now. As a present, I gave him my panty so when he masturbates, it’s me he would think of. David looked so sad when I left so I texted him. Aeris: Goodbye, David. You’re such a company. And with that, I left you a present under the comforter in the guest room.

“Says the Alpha who gave his Luna oral sex in dream land.” “That would actually a very interesting story plot.” “Exactly why we should be doing more adventurous things while fucking…to spice up our lives and make good story plots.” “Hmm.” “Yeah, you mentioned one time that Everlery likes writing…she can write erotica stories with what we do and who knows? We might be the inspiration to a bestseller book.”

Dakota It took me almost a week to reach out. Days of my mind ping-ponging back and forth. Of rereading his card like it might change. Two weeks of late-night G****e spirals—"BDSM sub contracts," "Fantasies dress code," "how to not lose your mind giving up control."

Suppose… a pen isn't a pen, it is a gadget and it can give you whatever your desire is. But… Would you believe in my words or you think that everything is an illusion. A magic trick… It's not a magic trick, and seriously there's nothing like an illusion. Just believe… I have confidence in believing in my words. So, I used every word to create a world and I named it Ard. I created people, I created emotions, I created situations, I created thoughts. And it was me who made Ma'la the king of this world and worlds. And all the things happened for what, for a little sake of my boredom. (And still I don't want a title of 'God').