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It is not that I want to cover my original lie with more lies again, but Jamie is now not feeling well, and she hasn’t completely healed from the pain I brought to her. Perhaps when she gets better... When she feels fine enough, I will find a way to tell her about it. A less hurtful way. For now, I just want to make sure she feels comfortable. As I decide, I shrug my shoulders and force a smile on my face, as I answer her question, “What do you think would take for a man to crossdress as a woman and seduce another man? Of course it’s to marry into the purple.” Feeling ridiculous, Jamie rolls her eyes, “So that part of Chandelier was real. You are really full of crap.”

“He had this online romance. Kept bragging about his gorgeous ‘girlfriend’ on the internet. And yeah, the guy really was gorgeous—because he was a cross-dresser. A cross-dresser with a girlfriend. He scammed Greenie here out of enough cash to bankroll that girlfriend’s life. So technically, our boy here ended up being the other man. A very generous one.” The whole room started snickering. Lucas laughed even harder. “But wait—it gets better. The guy actually fell for him. Said he was moved by his… spending power. They started dating for real. And the cross-dresser? Could fake a woman’s voice. So Greenie went on dates, totally clueless. Until one night, he got drunk, dragged to a hotel, and—we

They made sure to push some of it deep into my pussy with their fingers, marking me from the inside. When they were done, I was a cum-covered, trembling mess in my wedding dress. Victor kissed my forehead tenderly while Marcus fixed my dress. “Time to walk down the aisle, sweetheart,” Victor whispered. “And remember — every step you take, our cum will be leaking down your legs.” I stood up on shaky legs, feeling their warm seed slowly dripping out of my ruined pussy as I prepared to marry their son. This was supposed to be my wedding day. Instead, it had become my complete corruption. And deep down, I was already craving more.

“In the archives, there are stories about women marked with three crescents. Triple bonds.” “And?” Jax demanded. “And every single one ended in death. The mates killed each other fighting over her. The woman died. The packs fell into chaos.” “That’s just stories,” Jax scoffed. “Legends. They’re not real.” “They were real enough to be written down, remembered, and enforced all over the Realms.” Riven looked at him. “So what?” Jax threw his hands up. “You want me to reject her? Walk away? Let her suffer because some ancient story says we might kill each other?”

💋AUTHOR’S NOTE (18+) PLEASE READ ALL CHARACTERS ARE UNRELATED BY BLOOD. Any titles like Daddy, Mommy, Brother, or Sister refer strictly to adoption, step-family, or roleplay. All characters are consenting adults (18+). PENELOPE POV

The man who had walked in here on a dare, ended up tied in my storage corner, and somehow became the only person I wanted to see walk through that door again. I reached up and undid the first two buttons of my shirt, just enough. Then I walked past him, flipped the sign on the door to Closed, and turned the lock. “I have an interesting place at the back of the store,” I said, glancing over my shoulder. “You wouldn’t want to miss it.” He got the message. I reached back, caught his wrist, and pulled him with me toward the narrow hallway that led to the storage room, the same corner where I had once bound his hands with bar towels and demanded a boyfriend for the weekend. This time neither of u

Jennifer: Shrug emoji. I decided to take a different tack. This time, rather than pick safe, general stories, I chose a bunch of different categories and sent my favorites from each. One was romantic, about a couple falling in love. The next was about a wife who sleeps with another man. Another had a husband bringing in his best friend for a threesome. I chose one that had some bondage (not my thing, but I picked a story that was highly rated). I sent a Lesbian story and a Gay male one (again, I relied on the ratings). I linked a story about watching two people have sex in the woods, and one about a girl riding a sybian for the first time. I skipped two categories: nonconsent and incest. As

Story 4 Title: Artist’s Muse Blurb: Lena, an art student, agrees to model for enigmatic painter DamienCross, known for his sensual, provocative work. As she disrobes, Damien instructs her in how to pose, breathe, and expose hervulnerabilities, not just her body. Each session becomes more intense,as their connection deepens into obsession. The canvas isn’t the only place Damien explores her, soon, their bodies and emotions become intertwined in a passionate, reckless affair.

Carolyn has one hand between Nicole's thighs, stroking her wet pussy lips with her fingers. "She fingered his ass when he was fucking you." Nicole says, spreading her legs wide-open for Carolyn's fingers. "He didn't like it, I guess." Nicole says. "He's very homophobic." Carolyn says, grinning. "But he sure came hard!" She adds. "Have you ever had that done, Nick?" She asks. "Yeah." I say scooting closer to them. "Maggie did the same thing to me when she was sucking me off, one day. It really got me off!" I tell her.

“I was on fire that night; I had a lot to drink before. You see, these men were special, VIP. They paid for me and I gave them a darn good show. I had on my favorite gold bikini set. It’s basically a strip of clothing; doesn’t cover anything—” I squeezed my eyes shut, my thumb digging into a wooden bead. “Candy, please. This is not—” “The lights in the VIP room were so dim I couldn’t see their faces,” she continued, ignoring me. Her voice was low. “But I could feel them. It was supposed to be a simple dance, and I am a darn good dancer. A dance to get their cocks hard, but it wasn’t enough for them. A hand found my waist; one of the men pulled me toward him with a force that tore my panties