Novel & Cerita Fiction

TRIGGER WARNING & DISCLAIMER This novel is a dark, anthropological erotica that explores the primal depths of human desire, power, and submission. It is not for the faint of heart. If you are uncomfortable with morally gray characters, intense power dynamics, or explicit scenes that push the boundaries of consent, this is not the book for you. This story contains: • Explicit Erotica – No fade-to-black, just raw, unfiltered passion. • Dark & Dubious Consent – Power struggles, mind games, and moments that blur the lines between pleasure and surrender.

Your hand reaches vainly through your clothes for your soaking pussy as the last of the sensations you imagined so realistically slip away. My prick softens inside my jeans as I type out the last of my vision. You realize that you must bring to life the visions I have brought you, you must end this empty life of solitary cyber-gropings and electronic fantasies not realized. Of course you will, yet I know with a sadness profound that you will not do so with me. Alas, not with me.

Now lost to her pleasures, Yasmine continued fucking herself, unable to contain her moans and groans. It wasn't until she was done that she realized the cou9le in the other room had stopped, and she could only hear the whispers coming from their room. “I think she's alone and having sex with just herself!” Yasmine's eyes widened in horror. Had she just been caught masturbating?! Author's Note: The F1 series will continue soon, guys. I just wanted to toss this in. Apologies for the long wait. Thank you for reading.

She poured herself another glass of cheap red, already on her third, and dropped onto the couch in her pencil skirt and blouse, buttons half undone. The city lights through the rain-streaked windows. Her laptop was still open on the coffee table, case files glowing like accusatory little rectangles. She should sleep. Instead she reached for the dusty old book she’d bought on a drunken whim two years ago at that weird occult shop downtown. *Daemonologie for the Modern Woman.* Stupid. But tonight it felt like the right kind of stupid. She flipped it open, scanned a page at random, and slurred the words under her breath. Latin? Probably, didn’t matter.

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Warm skin, faint vanilla body lotion, the ghost of sex still clinging to her flesh. “Maybe. Not sure,” I managed. “Hmm.” She straightened, brushing another slow drag of her ass along my length. “Guess I’ll just snack on something else.” Now our kitchen was very spacious, the biggest room in the apartment actually. Yet somehow, in the middle of all that space, she bumped into me with a fairly hard thud, and the bottle exploded between our bodies. Cold, sour white liquid streaked down my shirt, soaked into my waistband, and dripped lower.

Though he has stopped monitoring the island every moment… The world that was crazed with digitalization had finally learnt to take a break, to talk, to love, to feel, to unplug but how long this change will last only future can tell…. Authors note: I hope you enjoyed reading Fictitious Reality. It often becomes difficult to distinguish between Fiction and Reality. In such times we should not panic. We should use our wit and reasoning to make the right judgement. Do let me know what you think about this book through COMMENTS and REVIEWS.

All the characters, places, ideas or events mentioned in this book are purely fiction and does not relate to any living or dead. All the story settings and other elements are purely my imagination and fictional. Most of the concept about Heaven and Hell are based on Buddhism and Christianity. The genre of the story is fantasty romance so there will mentions of supernatural creatures and magic. Stealing of my work/any idea will serve you severe punishment as plagiarism is a serious crime. All rights reserved San 2045

“That’s terrible!” “He got his when we arrived in Chicago to meet my mother.” “Your turn, Justin. What’s your worst birthday story?” “The only time I got in trouble on my birthday was in eighth grade. I used to read during class a lot. At the time, I was reading the Magic of Oz. I’d checked a copy out from the library, but I’d also received one as an early birthday present from one of my friends,” Justin explained. “In English class, we were reading aloud from a book I’d already finished, and since I knew what was going on, I was reading my book, but when it came to my turn to read for the class, I had no idea where we were, so my teacher took my book away.”

I really just needed a drink and a book. I walked in the house and noticed that it was too quiet. I guess the kids was in bed and Damien was staying out of my way. I was dog tired. I just wanted some kind of peace. I went in the kitchen and poured myself a glass of wine. As i was putting the bottle back, i thought about my day and decided i need the whole bottle. I'll deal with the headache in the morning. I'll be worth it. I knew Damien was waiting for be upstairs in my bedroom but he'll just be waiting. I grabbed my book and curled up in my favorite chair with a throw blanket. My plan was to get lost in someone else life until i was too tired to even think about what a mess mines had becom