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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.”

she asked herself. “Ever heard of a forbidden love trope? Like in romance books or movies even?” Richard said, standing up and walking a bit, Solene gazed at his plump masculine buttocks and a side view of his relaxed cock. “How? How do we make that possible?” She asked getting out of bed and walking over to him. “I'm here for you Sol. But that part is up to you. I'll have your back no matter what though. Get creative baby,” he turned to face her then grabbed her by the waist.

He rubbed his shin, where I just kicked him while gaping at his idiocy. “Seriously! How can you even say that? Erotica basically means fucking anyone within a 10 meters radius! Romance means it has a storyline and the characters are faithful!” I explained to him, flailing my hands around me. “O-kay... I’ll pretend I understood that.” Dodging another kick, he rose from his chair and began putting his books back inside his bag. “I need to head back now. Mom had a night-and-day shift, so I have to cook dinner. See you on Monday!”

“My perfect muse. My future wife.” I kissed him deeply, tasting salt from my tears and the promise of forever on his lips. I had come here as an unpublished writer desperate for guidance. Instead, Damien Cross had turned me into the heroine of the most beautiful, filthy, real love story I had ever lived. And the best chapters were only just beginning.

He asked, his tone laced with curiosity. How did that feel? That felt like the most amazing sex I'd ever had. He knew when to make me beg, when to push harder, when to slow down. This was the kind of man I'd spent my whole life searching for. The wannabe dominant men I'd met at clubs couldn't even make me cum twice. Yet he did that, easily. But I knew men like Rocco very well. The moment they knew just how much you loved their strokes, they'd take advantage of it.

I poured the last red wine into the glass and carried it up upstairs. The laptop screen glowed as I created the website account. VelvetVixen. I, however, slipped into the black lace set I bought on impulse last year, which cupped my breasts and left my hips bare. My nipples already tightened against the thin fabric when I sat on the edge of the bed and hit “Go Live.” At first, I only teased myself. Fingers tracing the lace, slow circles over my thighs with a hand full of strangers typed hearts and fire emojis. I saw the tips trickle in, I told myself it was just for money but when the first tip hit—it was fifty dollars from someone named Regular47.

The next evening arrived with a heavy sense of anticipation that made every breath feel charged. I had spent the entire day replaying the previous nights in my mind. The taste of Liam still lingered on my tongue. The memory of his moans and the way my body had shattered under his touch left me constantly wet and restless. When his text came telling me to come to his room wearing nothing but a silk robe, I obeyed without hesitation. I stood outside his bedroom door for a moment, my heart pounding. The thin silk robe barely covered my body, the cool fabric brushing against my hard nipples and bare pussy with every movement. I knocked softly.

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