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Alba's voice dropped, "Lie back, close your eyes, and allow your body to relax. Clear other thoughts from your mind and just think of this room. Columbus is outside patrolling the grounds. You've met him and I want you to picture him mentally. Send your mind in search of him, but don't say anything in your head just think of him and try to narrow in." "I can't." She sat up and her face grew red. "When I close my eyes, I can only picture Marcus.

She pictured her fingers tracing the contours of his chest, feeling his muscles tense beneath her touch. In her mind's eye, Victor's eyes darkened with desire as her hands explored his skin. His breathing quickened, his pulse racing beneath her fingertips. She imagined her own body's response—the flutter in her chest, the shiver down her spine, the warmth spreading through her veins. Next, Ivy envisioned Victor's touch, his hands cradling her face, his thumbs tracing her lips. She felt a rush of excitement, her skin tingling with anticipation. In this fantasy, their bodies moved in perfect harmony, each touch igniting a fire that burned brighter with every passing moment. Ivy's heart raced,

Anakin rolled his eyes good-naturedly, and his friends chuckled, knowing he was jokingly jealous of their relationship. As the three friends walked through the hallway, they were surrounded by blushing students, all vying for their attention. The students couldn't help but stare at the trio, mesmerized by their chiseled features and captivating smiles. However, amidst the chaos, Anakin suddenly stopped in his tracks, his nose twitching as he caught a scent that made his heart skip a beat. "MATE!" his wolf shouted excitedly in his head. Anakin's eyes widened, and he felt a rush of adrenaline coursing through his veins. He had never smelled anything like it before, a scent that was both famili

I swallowed the painful lump forming in my throat before I finally started reading. My dearest Windy, If you're reading this, it means I'm no longer there to see the wonderful woman you've become. I'm sorry I couldn't stay longer. If I had one wish, it would have been to watch you grow up beside your mother. But life doesn't always give us what we want. There's something I never told you. Don Alejandro Domingo wasn't just my kumparé. He was my best friend. We built our dreams together when we were young. We made a promise to each other.

Jeremy fidgets in his pocket and pulls out a small box. "Lily Green, I want to give you a promise ring. My parents dated throughout college. I know they aren't together anymore. But I think if we tried, maybe we could be. I want to give you this promise ring to let you know I will try my best to be here. I want to live and do my best to get better. I'm getting help, and it's because of you. You've done so much already for me. I wouldn't be who I am without you. I've decided to see my mom. I told her I wanted to talk about her boyfriends. I don't think she knows the truth of their abuse towards me, and she doesn't know how the divorce has made me angry. As we enter the last few weeks of schoo

"Have you ever fantasized about someone in this circle? Details. Don't hold back." The group leaned in, murmurs rippling like the ocean waves. Clara's cheeks burned crimson. "Y-yes," she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. "About... about them pinning me down under the fireworks, rough hands everywhere, possessive kisses that bruise. Making me beg for more." Her eyes met mine for a split second, and my cock twitched hard. She was talking about me, the filthy details straight from our nights, but the vagueness made Ethan lean forward, smirking. "Who, Clara? Spill!" Tessa egged her on. "Yeah, princess—name names or it's a cuff!"

Seated on my bed, I open the email again. Earlier, I’d only read the introduction where Victor said I got the part. As I read the rest of the email, I learn my modelling partner’s name as well as the full list of poses for the shoot. I scan down list of poses. All of them are sexy, but the last one is the naughtiest of all. My face is on fire as I read it – Sitting on bed, Fiona between Mark’s legs. Mark’s lips against Fiona’s neck, Mark’s right hand on Fiona’s breast, his left hand sliding into her panties.

As usual, all the students are looking at us, mostly looking at Cream or the others, no one ever really looks at me or maybe I can't see it because I'm always looking at the floor but all of a sudden when Coco suddenly turns and says "Ah, Caramel!" I jump a little, Cream's hand being the only thing holding in me place as I say "Y-Yeah?" He's carrying up his phone "A fanfiction about us both is ranking number one in fanfic on W*****d!" A visible cringe shows on my face as I say "U-Us?" Chocolate turns around completely, now walking backwards as he says "Yep! Me and you! Yeah, yeah, I know I can't like kiss you or whatever but in this book, you really like sex! Which isn't a lie, you literally

I want to lose my mind. Entry 7.3: I wonder how it feels to have sex while blindfolded or in front of a mirror. A lump forms in my throat. For someone so shy, Felicity sure has some wild sexual fantasies. It's turning me on. And there's more. Entry 7.4: He'll pin my hands above my head and demand my surrender with his mouth, claiming my lips and worshiping my breasts. With his fingers, he will make me melt, pressing the secret button that transforms my excitement into ecstasy.

There’s a quiet laugh in her voice. “The same reason that we all are here tonight. Besides, I love watching you be at your naughtiest self.” The second woman, Ana, says. She rubs her hand on the first woman’s ass, chuckling. “Tell me, what’s the fantasy you’ve in mind and who’s going to be your partner?” The first woman blushes, revealing. “My husband’s brother, Adam. He’ll be my partner. I’ve always fantasized about fucking him while getting drawn by Silas. I’ll have to bribe him. I know he’s attracted to me.”