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I thought about it. His face. His silhouette. His cooking. The way he always waited for me after work. Honestly, it was hard not to fall for Fennrick. “What a waste,” Lila sighed dramatically. “If only he wasn’t a fox fae gone off-track. Why don’t you get another one to distract yourself? Move on, girl!” I shook my head. “Maybe someday. Not now.” I didn’t feel like it for now. After she left, my phone buzzed with a string of incoming transfers. Each one with more zeroes than the last.

I want to feel the sharp edges of life, not just these smooth, polished surfaces. My fantasy flickers behind my eyes, vivid and shameful. I imagine a different man sitting across from me, a man whose eyes would be burning into me, not his phone. A man whose knee would press against mine under the table, whose hand would sneak onto my thigh, his fingers digging into my skin, a silent, dirty promise just for us. The thought sends a forbidden jolt of heat through me.

And my reckless Aiden and Hannah will eventually find something spicy maybe some training 😉 Thanks for supporting me. please leave your opinion. XOXO Author snowpinch

“Lexy,” the voice whispered as a hand punched through my stomach. “You should have joined me.” So that’s it huh? This is how I die, a stake through my stomach and I don’t even get to see who did it? “Wake up! Lexy, wake up!” someone yelled at me. I shot upright in my seat, sweat streaming down my forehead. Next to me stood my girlfriend, Janea. She was tall with curly, jet-black hair, and smooth hazelnut colored skin.

I picked up the cat and carefully removed the note. It was written in Clint's elegant hand. "I'm sure you're not in the mood for men right now, but Fluffy is a girl. Hopefully, she can lift your spirits. Tomorrow, I can take you to file a case. A woman's worth is in their heart. You're the bravest and loveliest person I've met, and no one can take that away from you. The first time we met in London, I already knew. This chocolate should help cheer you up."

His stare was unwavering, filled with a hunger that she recognized all too well, and it ignited something inside her, a spark that had always been there but now burned brighter under his gaze. Carmela swallowed, her pulse quickening as the idea of having another child, of expanding their family, became more real with every second that passed. She could feel the heat rising between them, the subtle shift in the atmosphere as Anthony’s hand slid from her cheek to her waist, pulling her just a little closer. His fingers grazed her skin through the thin fabric of her dress, sending a ripple of sensation through her body. His touch, always so sure and confident, made her breath hitch, and she fou

But before I could find the right words, Chris quirked one side of his mouth in an infinitesimal half-smile that struck me utterly speechless all over again. "Well?" He prompted with that familiar teasing rasp tingeing his voice. "What makes more sense as a meet-cute back story to sell the rags, hmm? You catching my eye while browsing bodice rippers? Or maybe ungovernable lust sparking between us over a heated feminist book club dissection of Lady Murasaki's fabled exploration of salacious courtly affairs...?" Despite everything, a strangled laugh gusted out of me at his half-smirking attempt to lighten the mood.

Gasps, laughter, “That’s so hot, how do you even write that without combusting?” Then Sofia volunteered to read hers. She cleared her throat. “Okay… this one’s new. It’s… intense.” She started soft. A woman alone in her apartment, thinking about the man she shouldn’t want. Fingers trailing down her stomach, circling her clit while she imagines his mouth on her. The room went quiet. Sofia’s voice dropped lower, huskier as she described the fantasy man pinning her wrists, spreading her thighs, licking slow circles until she begged.

Story 13 The Shared Fantasy Sophia Pov The hotel suite was luxurious and dimly lit. Soft music played in the background. I stood between Elena and Marcus, wearing only a short silk robe that barely reached the top of my thighs. Elena was in a matching robe, her curves soft and inviting. Marcus wore just black boxer briefs, his muscular body already showing clear interest. We had been building toward this night for weeks — flirting, teasing, sharing fantasies over drinks. Tonight we made it real with a game we called **The Shared Fantasy**.

I couldn’t breathe. I kept turning pages with shaking hands. Fantasy #8: After Class Empty classroom. Me calling her to the desk. Telling her I had been fighting this for months. Then bending her over the podium, yanking her panties down, spreading her with my thumbs, and sliding into her from behind while she gripped the edge and moaned my name. Fucking her raw, one hand fisted in her hair, the other rubbing her clit until she squirted on my cock. Fantasy #9: Office Hours