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A shiver ran through me at the word senseless, because yeah, these two had fueled plenty of secret fantasies over the years—always dismissed because (a) they’re madly in love with each other and (b) solidly, undeniably gay. At least, that’s what I’d convinced myself for years. I swallowed more wine. “I resort to p**n now,” I admitted. Jordan leaned in, intrigued. “Quality stuff or creepy algorithm garbage?” “Quality! Female-directed, real chemistry, all that. But it’s… isolating. Like practicing for a sport I’ll never play.” Luca’s hand paused in my hair. I looked up; his hazel eyes were locked on me, intense and unreadable.

I’ve read a lot of things in my ten years of teaching. Late-night essays, drunken rants passed off as “creative expression,” confessions disguised as poetry. But none of them ever made my cock hard. Until hers. Until Mira Callahan handed in her extra credit assignment. It was a short story, printed neatly in 12-point Times New Roman, double-spaced like I asked. But the first sentence hit like a punch to the gut: “He wasn’t supposed to touch her, but he wanted to. And when she leaned back on his desk and spread her legs, he forgot what ‘supposed to’ meant.”

Pinky squinted to read it, her eyes tracing the loops and crosses. "Collection of short stories for ladies," the title read. "Stories of desire, of awakening, of the first time." Pinky blinked, her eyes widening as she read on. The handwriting was feminine, secretive, as if the writer were sharing her most guarded thoughts with only the pages. It was a confession. A revelation. As she began to read.

Chapter 1: Sex With My Mother's Patient, Now I Am Trapped Sophia’s POV I’m only nineteen, but I’ve already lost count of how many men I’ve dated and slept with. Okay… I’ve not exactly lost count. Seventeen of them… maybe less, but definitely not more. Seventeen boyfriends since I started dating at eighteen—and not one of them lasted long enough to matter. People always assume I’m the problem. Maybe I am. But the truth is simple in a way most people wouldn’t understand.

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.

Forbidden Pleasures Hidden Affairs With My Married Boss 9 The Insult Sara’s pov The next morning, I felt strange. I had a mix of hope and fear in my chest. Last night, Vincent had made me a big promise. He held me in the dark and told me he would leave his wife for me. He whispered that I was the only woman he wanted. For the first time, I let myself believe him. I thought our forbidden love might actually have a future. I sat at my desk and tried to work on my reports. My body still remembered his touch. I could still smell his cologne on my skin. I felt a little glow of happiness, but it didn't last long.

How can we put an end to this if we don’t stay away from each other? We were not in any kind of relationship, but when I write my diary entry that night, it feels like I’ve been jilted. I strike through the whole entry, determined not to let him mar my sexy fantasies. Just because I stopped acting on these fantasies doesn’t mean I can’t write them. This time, I’m writing from experience. When Rhys touches me in my fantasies, I feel his touch as though it were real, the scent of his skin when he embraces me so unadulterated that the lines between imagination and reality start to blur.

She even told her everything about going shopping and to the movies, and went into explicit detail about the way she and her father had made each other cum in the theater. The blonde's expression turned to one of amazement, and her hands grew continually rougher and more aggressive on Brook's tits as she listened to the story. Just telling it had Brook's panties soaking wet, and she was pretty sure Cindy's were too. "Holy fuck!" the blonde said. "You're so lucky." Brook just about had her courage up to the point where she was ready to push her hand into Cindy's panties to feel the other girl's pussy, but her father was calling to them from the living room.

“And you wanted me to notice.” “Yes.” He hooked his fingers into her thong and dragged it down her thighs, letting it pool at her ankles. Cool air hit her soaked pussy. He groaned softly. “Look at you. Dripping down your legs already.” One thick finger traced her seam, gathering wetness, then pushed inside without warning. She moaned, pushing back. He added a second finger, pumping slow and deep, curling to hit that spot that made her knees buckle. “You’ve been fantasizing about this, haven’t you?” he said against her ear, leaning over her. “About me bending you over my desk and fucking you raw while the campus walks by outside.”

Standalone Novels Passions Rising: A Forbidden Vampiric Love Story Poor Unfortunate Wolf Ebony’s Pack: Fated to the Ranger Wolves (Continuation to Poor Unfortunate Wolf) Wolves at the Lycan’s Door The Rogue & the Rose Other Fantasy Novels: Blue Moon Bed & Breakfast A Bear’s Mirrored Romance Stay tuned for new novels soon.