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“Hmm… I think you need to satisfy your curiosity.” Aria frowned. That didn’t sound like a real solution. “Don’t worry,” Elda leaned in as if she were about to share a secret. “You can do it on your own. I have books,” she said. Aria looked confused. “Books?” “Erotic books.” “What?” Aria’s eyes widened. “They’re written by women and sold secretly to other women. My friends and I got our hands on a few. You need to read them, my lady. You’ll enjoy them.”

I sit at my usual table in the corner of the bar, the one tucked just out of the spotlight’s reach. The glass of bourbon in my hand is cold, its amber glow catching the dim light as I swirl it lazily. My name’s Elise, and I’m thirty-one, married to a man who loves me in his quiet, predictable way. Two kids, a mortgage, a life that’s safe but suffocating. That’s why I’m here, two towns over, where no one knows my name. This place, The Velvet Room, is my escape—a haven for my secret hunger. I come here once a month, maybe twice if the ache gets too severe. I don’t bring baggage, and I don’t take any home. Just one night, one stranger, one fleeting rush to remind me I’m alive.

Eryn jumped back in her chair and squealed with delight. "I know. I just stood there, drooling over Jack like a mute idiot. When Jack left, Randy told me he hired a new investigator. I followed Randy to meet him and couldn't stop staring at Randy's ass along the way. Seriously, I think I'm becoming a nympho. So, the new guy's name is Daniel, and he is different, not ugly, just nerdy. Anyway, he took my hand to shake it, and I felt this tingle pulse through my body and then he spoke with the accent of an angel. Australian, I think, but the moment words left his lips, my hoo-hah started to tingle." She stopped to catch her breath, shaking her head in frustration. "What's wrong with me? I can't

A cloth, a reel of condoms, and a card dropped on the desk. I hooked my finger under my nose. Odessa stepped back. I grabbed a pen and lifted what seemed to be an underwear in the air. The soiled boxers swung on the pen. “What in the world!” Odessa examined the garment. “Is that semen?” For fuck sake! I groaned and dropped the pen and boxers in the nearby bin. Odessa snatched up the package, reading. “There is no returning address.” I turned my head to read the card. No handwriting. Some fucker thought it was funny to piece cut out letters from magazines on a white card. ‘A gift to my precious omega’. Wow! What was this world coming to?

“Oh. My. God. He told you!“ She exclaimed, her voice rising with anger. Elle perked up beside me. “Well,“ I rushed, “he didn't have to tell me. We sort of guessed when we came to pick him up.“ Elyse huffed in annoyance, shaking her head. “I can't believe him! He should've been more careful!“ “Well, he is the king of Pride, and it's something he's very proud of.“ I said to lighten the mood. “Can I get included in the gossip?“ Elle asked with a nudge in my chest. Elyse groaned in frustration. “Fucking hell.” “She had sex with Lucifer.“ I said, turning to Elle. Elle gasped before whipping her head to Elyse, in front of my body. “Was it good?!“ Elyse’s anger faded momentarily, replaced by a grin

Emma could hear them laugh. "Jen" "It's a discreet place, Emma. The guysand few girlsare paid to provide discretion as well as whatever fantasy you could want." Emma shook her head. "Why would someone want to do something like that?" "It's fun." Emma looked up, her eyes widening again. Just when she thought Jen couldn't possibly surprise her anymore. "You go there?" "How do you think I know about it?" Emma shook her head. "I could never do something like that. Having sex with a stranger"

5 seconds later, I'm smiling because of the night full of passion. ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ P.s : Do you know E.L. James? Yeah she is the author of the erotic novel 'Fifty Shades of Grey' I will explain who she really is, because she is a shy woman but has a crazy imagination. I feel proud of her.... EL James is the name of the author of the novel 'Fifty Shades of Grey' which so far has sold more than 40 million copies worldwide. Who would have thought, James who wrote the erotic novel was actually a shy woman. How's James' story?

I wanted to run my hand on every vein, to touch him like a sacred god I'd never admit I revered. “Wellsy…” the name fell out of his lips, dragging every of my attention to those pink, wet lips. Bet those would feel amazing on mine… and on my neck… and on my belly button… and lower… Jesus Christ, Olivia! “Pasta is here!!!” Lucas's singsong voice broke into my thoughts. I sucked in a sharp breath, instantly looking away. It was of no use though. Looking away from the temptation of a man in form of Adrian, only to be met by yet another, stealing the breath I just regained with the most charming smile I'd ever seen.

Another cold spot brushed past them, but he only fucked her harder, as if challenging the spirits. They moved to the library next, where bookshelves loomed like silent witnesses. Elias bent her over an old oak table, scattering dust and papers as he took her from behind again. His hand fisted her hair, pulling her head back. “Say it. Tell me whose pussy this is, even in a house full of ghosts.” “Yours… it’s yours, Elias! Fuck… I’m your haunted little slut!” The dirty words spurred him on. He reached around and rubbed her clit furiously until she squirted on the dusty floor, legs shaking uncontrollably.

⚠️ MATURE AUDIENCE ADVISORY This book contains explicit sexual content, graphic language, and themes intended for mature readers only. By proceeding, you acknowledge that you are 18 years of age or older. Reader discretion is strongly advised. *********** Unlock the door to your darkest fantasies and prepare to lose control. Illicit Affair is an erotic journey where the rules don't apply and inhibition is left at the threshold. From stolen glances in crowded rooms to the slow, agonizing burn of secret encounters, these stories are crafted to push every boundary and satisfy your deepest, most primal cravings.