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Earth is missing. *** Earth stopped to watch his vision when he suddenly saw another scene that was similar to the past. A memory he cannot forget, a pain he never wanted to live through, and a betrayal he never wanted to revisit. This is when he fell in love with Sky. The first time they met at university. They started as friends and slowly got closer. After a few months, it was obvious that they were both deeply in love with each other. The only thing was, they couldn't admit it to one another. There are rules when it comes to love between males and males in their society. If either of them were found out, they would be disowned by the family.

Yes, I felt my cheeks hot and a pulsating pressure between my thighs and a wet sensation pressed against my panties. "If i was born as a werewolf, then this hospital ward would be filled with the smell of my arousal.... Shit...shit..shit... What happened to me today....Lara.. For sure, you have to stop reading your fantasy novels and your k-dramas...." I shook my head and driven all those f*cking thoughts out of my mind. He stopped kisssing me in the middle and took a deep breath. He opened and glared me with his lust filled eyes. Then he suddenly lifted me in a bridal style and gently placed me in the near by hospital bed. He widened my legs and stood in between my thighs.

“Well, the hybrids would have had a werewolf parent and a vampire parent. Considering our history of hatred towards each other, how did they find themselves becoming intimate enough to produce children?” “Err…” Asher began to rustle some of the pages. He fell on one and used his finger to run over the lines. “To be honest that aspect isn’t really mentioned. This is the only one that mentions something along those lines is an account from 200 years ago. The writer mentions thinking that the parents of the hybrid were in love, but that seems pretty impossible. So, it may not be a reliable account.” “Why would it be impossible?” I felt irritated by his statement.

Lily sat at the coffee shop, sipping her latte and scrolling through her phone. She had always loved this place – the cozy atmosphere, the smell of fresh coffee, and the sound of the barista's steaming milk. It was her safe haven, her escape from the chaos of her life. As she looked up from her phone, she caught sight of James walking towards her. Her heart skipped a beat as she saw him – tall, handsome, and charming as ever. He was her best friend Sarah's fiancé, and Lily had been secretly in love with him for years.

No foreplay was required in this ecstatic world of perfection, and penetration was effected in a single snag-free glide. Tumbling back to reality, and almost falling off his stool in the process, Elliot sighed with regret. He really loved the ‘hotel room’ fantasy, although he had to admit it wasn’t entirely all his own work. The protagonists - Diamanda and himself — were his choice of course, but the scenario, the setting and the nitty-gritty of the bedroom action came straight from one of the lady’s own stories, The Spider's Web, which was all about a beautiful, sexually voracious woman who picked up young men in bars and lured them to hotel rooms to fuck them.

His movements become more frantic, less controlled. “Look at me,” he demands, his voice cracking. I open my eyes, meeting his stormy gaze. We’re both wrecked, tears streaming, breaths coming in harsh gasps. In that moment, as the climax rips through us both, it’s not just a physical release. It’s an explosion of every pent-up ounce of love, hurt, and desperate want. I cry out, a raw, broken sound, as the waves crash over me. He follows with a choked, shuddering groan, his body slumping over mine as he spills himself deep inside. He collapses, his weight heavy and familiar, his face buried in my hair.

she whispered, though her body swayed toward me. “I disagree,” I replied, closing the gap between us. The moment our lips met, it was as though the dam broke. A kiss that was hungry and all-consuming. Her hands gripped my shirt, pulling me closer, and I pressed her against the counter, losing myself in her. Her scent, her taste, the softness of her lips...everything about her drove me insane. I lifted her onto the counter without breaking the kiss, her legs wrapping around my waist instinctively. The rain outside seemed to fade into the background, leaving only the sound of our breathing and the rhythm of our hearts.

Petrov smiled as he replied, "That's good to hear, Tim. An erotic story can be much more descriptive than a p**n scene. Most young boys can't get enough p**n and it's nice when a young man takes the time to read a good erotic story. Which websites do you prefer for your stories?" Tim gasped again as Petrov used two fingers to stimulate his asshole. Petrov wasn't aiming for penetration at the moment, he just wanted the boy aroused enough to keep talking. Finally, the boy admitted to preferring Nifty and Literotica as his go-to erotic stories websites. Petrov knew that Literotica catered to a variety of genres but smiled knowing that Nifty had no heterosexual stories at all, though Nifty did h

Crystal asked, a hint of amusement in her tone as she noticed Arielle stepping closer to her. Arielle leaned in slightly and whispered, “Grandmother has a… unique taste in horror movies.” Crystal chuckled softly, nodding in agreement. “That she does,” she replied. As Arielle’s gaze fell on the book in Crystal’s hands, her face lit up with rare excitement. “Maa, do you like historical romance?” she asked, her voice brimming with curiosity. Crystal tilted the book to show the cover and replied, “I like anything by this author.” She paused, taken aback by Arielle’s sudden enthusiasm.

I had hoped that love could overcome ambition. That weekend, Sienna came to Marcus's apartment, and they didn't leave bed for most of the day. It was a marathon of sex and conversation, of exploration and discovery. She showed him exactly how much pressure she liked on her clit while he was inside her. He discovered that if he held her hair tight while she went down on him, she came from that alone, the submission and control mixing into something intoxicating. They talked between sessions, lying tangled together in his sheets. "Tell me about her," Sienna said, her fingers drawing patterns on his chest. "The ex-fiancée."