First Time Fingering Stories

**18+, A COLLECTION OF ONE SHOT SPICY SHORT STORIES** Meet your match in the Obsidian Suite. "The Obsidian Suite offers something... different." I traced my finger along the edge of the podium. "Book it, and our proprietary algorithm will match you with your perfect partner from within our network. You'll have no idea who they are until you meet them in the suite itself." A woman near the centre raised her champagne flute. "How do we know we'll be compatible with our match?" "Trust the algorithm. We have a 98% success rate. Your preferences, desires, and boundaries are all carefully considered. The algorithm doesn't just match physical attraction, but psychological compatibility. The depth of connection our members report is... extraordinary."

After the big downfall of The Cervantes Group Of Companies, Daniella Vianna ‘Davina’ Cervantes was forced to marry the richest bachelor in Asia, the ruthless Roscoe Davidson. Walang choice si Davina kundi sundin ang utos ng magulang niya. Kahit na ayaw niyang ipakasal— hindi lang ipakasal, kundi’y binenta siya ng sariling magulang para masalba ang kanilang kompanya. Kapatid niya dapat ang ipapakasal kay Roscoe, ngunit dahil mahal ng magulang niya ang nakakatandang kapatid at ayaw nitong masaktan ang kapatid sa kamay ng isang Roscoe Davidson. The ruthless and heartless billionaire that no woman can tame. Siya ang pinakasal sa binata. She wanted to cry during her wedding day because she knew her life would become more miserable with Roscoe. Ngunit hindi. Dahil sa araw ng kasal nila’y hindi niya aakalain na si Roscoe Davidson ay ang lalaking hindi niya makalimutan. Hindi siya makapaniwala. Magulo ang utak at puso ni Davina sa muling pagkikita nila ng lalaking minsan na niyang minahal, ngunit nasira lang. Pero ito siya ngayon, ikakasal na dito. Gusto ba nitong maghiganti sa kanya dahil sa pang-iiwan niya sa binata noon? Lalo na’t sobrang yaman na ito ngayon? Mas lalo siyang natakot lalo na sa mga binitawang salita nito nang makasal na sila. “Finally… you’re mine again, Davina.”

“Papunta na tayo sa exciting part,” mapanukso ang tonong sabi ni Natalia rto. Wala siyang nasa isip ng mga sandaling iyon kundi iparamdam kay Timothy kung gaano kasakit para sa kanya ang kataksilang ginawa nito. Unti-unti niyang kinalas ang butones ng suot niyang blusa. Tahimik lang si Matt habang nakatingin sa kanya. Lumapit siya rito at hinawakan ito sa magkabilang pisngi, “ Ibibigay ko saiyo ng buong-buo ang katawan ko. Damn, paligayahin mo ako. Paligayahin mo ako na para bang wala ng bukas. Gusto kong makalimutan ang kahayupang ginawa sa akin ni Timothy. Gusto kong kalimutan ang katarantaduhang ginawa nila sa akin,” nanginginig ang mga kalamnan na sabi niya rito. “Natalia. . .” “Angkinin mo ako, patunayan mo na hindi lang si Timothy ang lalaki sa mundo!” Yamot na sabi niya rito.

I wasn’t even pregnant, yet I ended up popping abortion pills like they were candy. It was all because in my past life, the moment my widowed sister-in-law got pregnant, every single side effect of her pregnancy became mine. She strutted around happily with her big belly, consuming spicy tamales, while I was rushed to the hospital for violent nausea and stomach pain; she showed off her flawless skin in crop tops every day, while my stomach broke out in hideous stretch marks. When I told my husband what was happening, he just shoved me away impatiently. “Enough with the jealousy! My brother’s dead, and she’s carrying his only child. Of course, I should look out for her. Do you really have to put on such an act?” After that, my sister-in-law went even further. She kept testing her limits during pregnancy and even ate a mango she was allergic to. And me? I went into anaphylactic shock, landed in the hospital, and nearly died. Doctors couldn’t explain it. They just brushed it off, saying I was overly jealous and it was all psychological. Later, my sister-in-law tried to brand herself as a “hot single mom”. She went live, belly and all, to show off her weight-loss workouts. She jumped around for three straight hours. And me? My uterus literally gave out, and I hemorrhaged to death. When I opened my eyes again, it was the exact day she first announced her pregnancy.

The night I confessed my love to my girlfriend, she wept so hard she could barely breathe. She said she had seen the future, and she wanted to make a promise with me. I asked her why. She only shook her head and said, "I don't remember… all I know is that in the future I regret something terribly. Frank, no matter what happens, you must give me three chances. Will you?" I was deeply in love with Agnes Grey, so I agreed without hesitation. But later, it was as if she had forgotten all about that night—forgotten it when she clung so intimately to her male assistant. Only then did I understand why she'd made me promise that all those years ago. Because the moment I signed my name on the divorce papers, I heard a familiar voice. It was Agnes at nineteen. Through her sobs, she pleaded, "Frank… you promised me, didn't you? You said you'd give me three chances."

A series of different sexy short, filled stories to widen your love for pleasure. For those who wish to indulge in secret fantasies and adventures, who want to make their pleasures a reality and unleash their inner desires, this is for you. Embrace it on your terms, at your own pace. Trust the journey and make it uniquely yours.

Three years into my arranged marriage with the Valachi family heir, the one that got away came back. He left me for Julia eight times. The ninth time, he left me bleeding on the side of the road with a gunshot wound to go running to Julia, who’d called him because she felt a little dizzy. "She needs me. You get that, right, Leona?" This time, I didn't fight for him. He didn't know about the bet I’d made with Julia. The ninth time he abandoned me, I would be the one to leave for good. So on his birthday, I left a set of signed divorce papers on his desk and got on a plane.

I married the same man nine times. And each time, he left me for his first love, divorcing me nine times as well. The first time we parted, I lost control and threw all his belongings out the door. By the fourth divorce, I begged him to leave his luggage behind out of fear he might never return. The eighth time, I had learned to obediently pack his things, careful not to upset him. My breakdowns, my pleas, and my obedience always brought him back to me. Each time, he honored his promises. And each time, we divorced again, just like before. Until this time. This time, I packed my own things and left without telling him. A month from now, I will be gone for good.

Charles Jansen's true love returns to the country in my seventh year with him. The first post on her social media after she lands is an intimate photo of them together. She captions it, "I'm glad we've come full circle." Only then do I find out the ring hidden in the living room isn't for me. Charles' proposal isn't for me, either. Suddenly, I feel exhausted.

This book is a collection of steamy erotica stories meant for adults only—over 18. It dives into forbidden romances, intense BDSM scenes, and all kinds of wild, explicit encounters that might push your buttons or make you blush. If that's not your thing, or if you're under age, put it down now. These tales are raw, passionate, and not for the faint of heart. *** I dropped to my knees on the soft rug, the cold air kissing my naked skin like a thousand tiny fingers. My heart pounded as I wrapped my fingers around Damian's thick cock, feeling it throb hot under my touch. Elena watched from her chair, her voice breaking through the tension: "Take him slow. Let me see you worship it." I leaned in, licking the tip, tasting the salty drop that leaked out, and Damian groaned, his hand tangling in my hair. The shame burned, but so did the ache between my legs. I was already dripping, ready for whatever nasty thing came next.