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Maybe that's why my mom married him, after all he doesn't even have a stable job! I watched as Evelyn walked up to him and made him watch as she slipped a finger into herself. "I'm so wet, Frank. I need your hard dick in me right now. I want you to fuck me silly. Make me your fucking cum slut.". She moaned, gripping Frank's hardened dick from his trousers. I heard Frank groan. God, her dirty talk was quickly breaking down any control that he had left. "Fuck," she moaned as she continued to finger her tight pussy. She was voluptuous, and I'm sure Frank was imagining himself grabbing her waist as he fucked hard into her, her screaming at him not to stop. God, I was becoming wet.

Reena closed her eyes and said, “Man, the hero clearly says no, so why does the girl keep chasing him? If not him, then someone else, right? But no… she ruins her entire life for one man.” There was frustration in her voice, and a small bitter laugh hidden in her words. “If it were me, I’d never do that,” Reena said softly, “I wouldn’t even give him attention.” Niya smiled and said, “Yeah, exactly. Sometimes people lose themselves not for someone real, but for a fictional character too.” Reena laughed and said, “That’s the point.

Lila snickered, looking up Author 456 on her shared screen, frowning a bit when she couldn't find any information on them. Dani rolled her eyes and dramatically face palmed before falling flat on the bed in second hand shame. “This is why you’re failing out of college. Wait till I call mom and dad and tell them…” “Hey! At least I’m still in college,” I said, biting into another chip. “Barely.” said Lila, giggling into her hands. “How dare you judge me. This is how I unwind, y’know? Some people do yoga, other people take long relaxing baths, but I read badly written supernatural smut, I have priorities!”

At our class reunion, my so-called best friend, Shannon Drew, pulled out a box stuffed with folded notes. A line was taped across the top— [Draw one of Mia Martinez's hopeless-romantic quotes.] The room burst out laughing. Someone pulled a love letter I'd written to Damien Byford senior year. "Damien smiled at me today. I want to give him all my tomorrows, too." Someone else grabbed one from college. "It's okay if he doesn't text back. He'll think of me when he's not busy." Damien had never replied to a single letter. I'd always figured he'd tossed them years ago. Then Shannon drew letter No. 99. Leaning against Damien, she laughed as she read, "If you ever decide you don't want m

He would paint the sky pink with words and end up giving you a grey one. At this point, I have learnt not to expect much from him. " You should get him to go out with you from time to time. Just because I am tasting hus cherry doesn't mean I don't want you two to work out. I can feel that you are growing distant from him. " Davin whispers, his mouth against my ears. My body shivers. "I will try. If only to keep you interested. " " Oh, honey, I will be interested no matter what. Just seeing your ass bounce as you walk down the stairs has my cock standing and begging to be inside you." He replies.

Then there were the fangs and the biting— Yeah—how high school is it to have dirty dreams about a vampire? To hell with it, because in these dirty dreams, Gaia had the best sex she'd ever had. It had gotten so bad, that on nights she didn't dream of him, she'd lie in bed using all her might to conjure his spirit. When these dreams did happen, Gaia could not control them. She always woke the next morning, sometimes sore, in her bed, alone, and fully clothed in pajamas that she never remembered putting on.

"I know. Jen's a member." Emma blushed, pulling her hand out of Ray's, saddened by what she was about to do. "It's not just a spa. It's a place where women can have their fantasies brought to life." Ray cocked his head, studying Emma closely. "What do you mean, 'fantasies'?" Her blush deepened. "I mean sexual fantasies, Ray." He stood up, jumping to his feet with such force that he nearly turned the heavy coffee table over. "I don't understand," he said, moving further out into the room. "Jen goes there five or six times a month. Are you telling me she goes there to-"

He questioned, amusement shining through his tone. “Damn right!” “We may have to agree to disagree on that, so I think a different story may be better.” He suggested, and I nodded, closing my eyes once again. “You got any ideas? You went on more dates than me.” He wasn’t wrong. I had been invited on my fair share of dates during my time in college. But, little did Zaine known that most of them I had turned down. And the few I did actually go on had been nothing but disasters. Some were serious fails. Definitely nothing you would base a relationship story upon. But, luckily for him, I had watched so many chick-flicks, and read many a romance novel over the years…

Alex's POV Another useless idle day spent in a boring office full of paperwork and awful bosses who treat me like trash. I was far too annoyed, far too stressed, as I began searching BDSM clubs, submission, and someone else taking control of your life. Somehow it sounded wild yet tugged something within me. The Vault was the name that kept popping up. That was the secret spot where real Doms played rough.

She wanted me to paint her and I had. I finished reading the short fantasy story and I was completely out of breath. Panting, I realized with a start that I had started rubbing myself through my panties while I read his story. And my pussy was dripping generously. My father fantasized about cumming on my body? And my god, why was the idea of him drizzling his load on my tits and belly so arousing to me? And the "dirty talk" he had projected onto me. It was something I had never done before. Not for real. Was that really what he wanted from me? And why was even that thought so erotic to me?