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“I’m open to just about anything. I’ve never tried anal, but I’m not against it. I really liked the scenes in 50 Shades of Grey where the woman got tied up. That seems like it’d be really hot. I don’t know. What else is there?” My hips began to slowly thrust as my need began to grow. “There are a lot of other things. There’s various types of pain, sensory deprivation where I take away your sight with a blindfold or put earplugs in, there’s playing with other people, and there’s fisting to name just a few of the possibilities. How do those sound to you?” “Everything sounds really good to me, except the fisting stuff. That’s not okay. I don’t want a loose pussy, and I definitely don’t want a l

“Better than those dirty stories you write in your diary?” I winked at her and saw the coldness in her countenance. “I only write, I have never really experienced them.” “What do you write about then? Your fantasies?” “Even better…I write about how I fanstasize other people having sex.” I was dumbfounded. “Oh my goodness, that is the horniest thing I have ever heard.”

The world in which this story takes place is fictional and does not exist in reality. This story is set in a fantasy world ruled by werewolves, where strength, secrecy, dominance, and loyalty are central to society. The story includes fantasy elements such as shapeshifting, supernatural power hierarchies, magical systems, and political tensions. These elements are used to build the fictional setting and drive character motivations. They are not meant to reflect real-life ideologies, social structures, or belief systems.

It'll involve the wedding, coronation, and how everyone else's lives are going. I can't believe I finished this story. I almost don't know what to do with myself. It feels great to know that I've accomplished such a task, but it also saddens me to know that I'm leaving it behind. The journey that I've created for the beloved VA characters has been amazing, despite all the alterations and writer's block that got in the way. As my first fanfic, this story will definitely be close to my heart (especially since it took over three years). Writing this will truly be something I'll never forget.

And maybe in the end I'll succeed. The ideas have never stopped flowing, and amidst the difficulties, I've gathered them together to tell even more stories. I have a notebook full of ideas, story segments just waiting for the right piece to fit into. I've conceived many new universes. I have a love story planned that I hope will make your heart skip a beat, between two young people wounded by the world. A horror story that I hope will take your breath away, with its demons. A fantasy that I hope will transport you to a world of mysterious creatures and strange rites.

"Another one? Emma, this guy sounds... he sounds obsessed. He’s talking about 'ten minutes.' And 'Rose'?" "It’s just a creep, Han," I said, my voice gaining a steady, rehearsed quality. I looked at the message and rolled my eyes, though my heart was still trying to punch its way out of my chest. "I’ve been getting these for weeks. I think my number got leaked in one of those writer group chats or a promo list. Some guys think that because I write romance, I’m an open invitation for their fan-fiction fantasies." "But he sounds so... specific," Hannah whispered, her gaze still fixed on the phone.

I panicked, Jax slipping out the window like a ghost. Body aching, pussy throbbing, I dressed slow, cum still inside. Downstairs, his eyes met mine over coffee promise of more anytime. The weekend? Far from over.

Hi, I will not say much. This is an erotic story that contains a mom/aunt/son. As you know, I write about Aunt/Mom’s stories. Please support me by reading my other stories, too. Also, you can support me on my P*****n: p*****n.com/laxu00 Story starts

Pretend like we didn’t miss ten years of each other’s lives. Pretend like we were ordinary lovers.

Just me, my nerdy glasses constantly slipping down my nose, and the three ripped, dangerously attractive stepbrothers I’ve done everything possible to avoid since they entered my life. Kai, Jax, and Ryker. All tall, heavily tattooed, muscular, and packing the kind of cocks I describe in vivid, vulgar detail in my secret online stories. The ones that made my anonymous account LunaLustWrites explode in popularity. Faceless videos of my body — heavy tits bouncing, my tight pussy stretched and creaming around thick toys, my ass arched high showing that small heart tattoo and distinct mole on my lower back. I write depraved taboo fantasies and film myself living them out in secret. No one knows t