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When she did wake, she would be wanting me, a lot, and I needed to be ready for that! “Tate?” I hear her voice mutter from the bed. ---------------- Dear Diary… Not sure what has happened. Everything seems to be black. Like I am in a big black hole and I can’t get out. Everything feels so hot, like I have been put inside the sun or a volcano. I don’t think I like this. I can faintly hear Azaria, like she is a whisper somewhere around me, but I can’t make out what she is saying. And Tate, too, he is saying something, but it isn’t clear what he is saying. Does being in the sun make it hard to hear?

“It’s nothing for you to worry about. Just some old notes. Private shit.” Private. Yeah right. The word only made my curiosity burn hotter, mixing with the ache in my cock that hadn’t gone down one bit. While he stood up to grab another bottle of whiskey from the bar cart across the room, I leaned forward quickly and clicked on the locked file. A password prompt popped up. Fuck. I tried the obvious ones fast,his book title, his name, the date on the manuscript. Nothing. Then on a hunch I typed in a phrase from one of his filthiest scenes. The file opened.

, while she was shelving books in the quiet back corner, his voice slid into her mind like dark silk. *Go to the bathroom, little one. Lock the door. Touch that needy pussy… but do not come.* Anna froze, a book slipping from her fingers. She looked around. No one was near. Heart hammering, she hurried to the single-stall employee bathroom and locked the door. *Good girl,* Azrael purred inside her head. *Now pull your skirt up and panties down. Spread your legs.* She obeyed, leaning back against the sink. Her fingers slid through her slick folds. She was dripping. She rubbed her swollen clit in slow circles, biting her lip to stay quiet.

Brain fog for the win. The bath wasn’t yet full enough, but Dianna could wait no longer. She stepped into the tub and lowered herself gingerly, hissing as her bare arse sank into the scalding water. It had to be hot for it to make any difference, but man, that first touch always burned. She settled herself against the end of the tub and took another long drink before bringing her iPad to life and navigating to the book she was reading. Dragon shifters this time, not wolf shifters. It was appropriate, considering the way Jack looked at her reminded her of a dragon.

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.

You can feel your blood dancing, your heart racing, your cunt wet and so full that something as simple as your thong grazing against your clit is electrifying. It's madness, a disease, call it whether you want ... .It doesn’t change the fact that you have no control over your body, thoughts or actions. And the only cure? Take a wild guess. I stumbled into the restroom, picking the farthest stall before locking it and slamming my back against it. One hand found my blouse, slipped into it and found my boob….The other found its way into my mouth. I was panting, everything in me racing. And like any dirty girl would, I let my mouth welcome the two fingers.

Darlene cleaned up and stacked the breakfast dishes in the dishwasher and then sat down at her kitchen laptop and opened the Literotica website. She pulled up one of the stories she had left open for James to find and then skimmed through it, stopping and re-reading a few especially hot parts. When she got to the end of the story her pussy was wet, not only from what she had just read but in anticipation of what she was about to do. Below the end of the story she clicked on the highlighted text, "SEND PRIVATE FEEDBACK," and a new page opened to send an email directly to the author. She began typing:

You can reach me on my F******k group:davi's story place D****e: davi's story place W*****d:20vickky03 novel: davispark I*******m:dami Victoria olagoke. Till next update _X davispark

I thought he's that man near the porch. ------------------ Diana pov I'm not feeling well today so I decided not to go to school. I called Thamer to tell our teachers about my condition. I already had my excuse letter on my table to pass it for tomorrow. I'm still in my room not moving an inch to relax. For these past three weeks, I haven't encountered Tore in my dreams. Remember his my childhood imaginary sex mate.

Chloe closed her eyes for a second after finishing the last line, her fingers still resting lightly on the diary. Okay. I need to lie down on the floor for a minute. And also maybe take a very, very cold shower. Clara. Girl. First of all, I hope you’re okay and that this is some next-level erotic fiction, because if it’s real… wow. Just wow.