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DIRTY DREAMS

DIRTY DREAMS

A scar runs from his left hip to his ribs – long, healed silver, the kind that comes from a blade, not a surgeon. His belt. His pants. His boxers. And his cock – Fuck. Thick. Long. Heavy between his legs, curving upward, the head dark and flushed. He’s uncut – the foreskin pulled back, the head glistening with pre-cum. A vein runs the length of the shaft and pulses visibly in the low light. He wraps his scarred hand around himself and strokes once – slowly – and the bead of moisture at the tip trails down his shaft. “This is what you chose,” he says. Looking at me looking at him. “Still sure?”
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Loyalty and Ashes

Loyalty and Ashes

It was just two strokes and for me ,the first hurt probably because he tore my hymen but the second was neutral. I lowkey found myself anticipating the next until his phone rang. Then I came to my senses and he came to his. Still,I was so ashamed that I wished I could crawl under a rock and never come out. I wished I had woken up with a foggy memory; at least I wouldn't feel this embarrassed. I had multiple orgasm yesterday and it was heavenly. The picture of his head buried in-between my legs will forever be imprinted in my memory. At this rate, I might never come out of this room. I couldn't face him, at least I was thankful I didn't end up with Felix.
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Ice Claimed: The Alpha’s Obsession

Ice Claimed: The Alpha’s Obsession

“Why are you crying?” I shoved his hands away, desperate for an excuse. “I wanted to see your wound, and you nearly broke my wrists.” “I’m sorry. Instinct took over,” he said, and then he finished unbuttoning his own shirt. “It isn't a pretty sight.” The scar was jagged and ugly, a permanent reminder of our lowest point. I reached out to touch the puckered skin. He shivered at my touch, catching my hand. “Don't. It’s dead tissue now.”
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Vicious Submissive

Vicious Submissive

***WARNING: This chapter contains mentions of rape, torture, and self-harm. Read at your own discretion.*** I woke up in a cold sweat wrapped in Leo's arms and scent. Unfortunately, neither calmed my buzzing mind. I was drowning in memories and flashbacks as tears streamed down my face. I eased out of Leo's hold and got up, barely holding back a sob as another wave of memories drowned my mind. My arms wrapped tightly around my body, I silently shuffled into the bathroom. I couldn't be any more of a burden to Leo than I had been the last few days. As the door closed behind me, I locked it and slid down the wall, letting my tears fall freely while my hand kept my sobs from bouncing off the bat
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Craving Forbidden Pleasures

Craving Forbidden Pleasures

Morning light cut through the blinds like accusation. My thighs still bore Corin’s script — faint, raised lines that pulsed with memory each time fabric brushed them. Even in the shower, steam did little to erase the sting. Instead of pain, it was reminder: that I was no longer unclaimed.
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The Price of Swapping Wives: His Remorse

The Price of Swapping Wives: His Remorse

When she noticed my gaze, she quickly covered the book cover with her hand and said, "I should leave now. It's getting late." As soon as Carrie stepped forward, her foot slipped and she crashed to the ground with a loud thud. Her forehead bled immediately, and Harvey rushed to her side. He lifted her and pressed the tie I gifted him against her wound. "How could you be so careless?" he asked. He sounded like he was chastising her, but the panic in his voice was evident. That tie had been my gift to him on his coming of age. It was a piece I designed and stitched with my own hands. He had always treasured it, keeping it spotless. But now, it was drenched in another woman's blood.
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Autopsy of Love: The Forensic Husband's Regret

Autopsy of Love: The Forensic Husband's Regret

Finally, one officer said, "I see. No wonder he deliberately misled the investigation that day. It turns out he wants to kill Vivian himself. This… this is insane." Everyone sighed heavily. Yet as the protagonist of this story, I simply stood to the side watching quietly. I heard all of Ethan's words yesterday, but the apology came far too late. All the years of cold treatment, cruel words, and unjust favoritism wouldn't vanish because of a few simple words. I passed through the thick metal doors and drifted into the operating room. Ethan lay there, with tubes running everywhere and a ventilator keeping him alive. He looked so vulnerable. I floated to his side and gently touched his cheek, j
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Fated but Forgotten...

Fated but Forgotten...

Answers I don't think I actually have. “Aria, there is nothing to apologize for. As I said, I have never implied it was you, and I would hope no other person has either, or if they have, I would like you to send them my way for me to correct them! Trust me please when I say you have done nothing wrong. And I hope in time you will see why I have done the things I have done. Okay?” he spoke shakily, with a sad smile. A smile filled with pain. I don’t think there is a more sorrowful sight than a smile filled with pain and loss.
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I’ve been thinking about this ever since I finished reading ‘Foreskin’s Lament’. A lot of memoirs are about overcoming external trauma, but this one drills down into the internal, psychological warfare of living under a religious system that feels inescapable. The central message isn’t just ‘Orthodox Judaism is restrictive’—that’s too simple. It’s more about the suffocating weight of inherited guilt and how it distorts your entire sense of self. Shalom Auslander frames his life through this lens of constant, low-grade panic that God is watching and judging every single thought.

What stuck with me is how the book argues that this kind of fear-based upbringing doesn’t just dictate your actions; it colonizes your imagination. The ‘lament’ is for the autonomy he never really had, even after he physically left. The message, to me, is that escaping a dogma is one thing, but scrubbing its stain from your psyche is a lifelong, messy, and often darkly comic struggle. He never really gets a clean break, and the book refuses a neat, redemptive arc.

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