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The restaurant had quieted down, but neither seemed in a hurry to leave. Ava leaned forward, smiling. “Okay, seriously? Have you read romance novels? Mr. Big Bad Nico?” Nico smirked, refilling her glass. His fingers brushed hers on purpose, lingering a second too long. “Don’t tell anyone. I like the ones with ridiculous plots. The dumber, the better. Makes me feel like my life isn’t the most fucked up one out there.” Ava laughed, a real, unguarded sound. “God, you’re such a liar. I bet you only read business books and torture manuals.”

She'd made me eggs and bacon for breakfast, and this time she sat at the table to join me. "Last night's were really good," she said. "You read all of them?" I asked. Jennifer blushed but she nodded her head. "Multiples," she said, "You could say I read 'multiple' stories last night." "You're going to read me out of house and home," I said. "Can I ask you something?" Jennifer asked, "That one you sent me, where the wife goes back to college and can't control herself. That was hot. But I'm kind of surprised you liked it?"

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Introduction: To stay out of hell, he'll have to stick it in his sisters. ******* Anyone who's read my stuff knows I like it when things get a little goofy. Well this is definitely the silliest story I've written so far. If everything must be super serious, this story is definitely not for you. Everyone is over 18. ***** Mary had a problem: her 19-year-old son, Michael, would not stop masturbating.

Chapter 1: Caught in the Act I straddled on Professor Blake’s lap in his office, my short plaid skirt shoved up around my waist, my soaked black panties hanging off one ankle like a dirty little trophy. His thick cock was buried deep inside my dripping pussy, stretching me open as I rocked my hips in slow, lazy circles, taking every inch of him with each roll. I’d never been one for hitting the books hard. Studying felt like torture, so I’d found a much more appealing way to keep my grades up, and it was simple, riding my professor raw for hours. And it happened to work every single time.

Nick looked at me intensely for a moment before a laugh fell from his lips. "Mind sharing what's so funny?" "Not at all," he replied. "You are what's funny." "How am I funny?" "You just cried over a fictional romance book about the back and forth of an asshole angel and a very inquisitive girl who always died in each life," he laughed. "You are the most ridiculous person I have ever had the pleasure of knowing." I could not believe he just called me ridiculous. "I am not ridiculous and it's a really good book, you should read it before you jump to conclusions."

Arielle let out a nervous laugh. "Oh, so we're inside your novel?" Ivana bit her lips as she tried to stifle her laugh. "Hmm," Arielle nodded. "Okay, stop it, I can't anymore, this is too much," She laughed clutching her stomach. "Aww, you don't need to come up with such jokes to cheer me up," She patted her back, "But thanks anyway, I don't remember when was the last time I laughed like this, I feel better, thank you, my dear Elle," She hugged her, "Forget it then, let's talk when you're sober enough, let's tuck you into bed," Arielle sighed as she patted Ivana's back, Ivana lied on the bed as Arielle covered her with the blanket, Arielle heard Ivana laugh again, "Inside a novel? Lol!" She

After that, he was an infrequent visitor, always stopping by on his way to somewhere. Lenny, to be kind, was not a handsome man. His force of personality made him rise above the pretty people around him so I could kind of understand the relationship. Despite his average looks and quiet dress, Lenny was famous. He wrote his first novel at twenty-nine, his first best seller at thirty-three, and had a string of very successful novels at fifty. Seven had been made into films. We didn't even know he knew how to spell. I was reminded of him as I looked at Jen's flawless back. We were sitting at a table as the reception was winding down, talking. He always had an odd sense of humor, and he'd been l

The adult-themed carnival was everything I had hoped for and more. Neon lights flashed in every color imaginable. The air smelled of cotton candy, popcorn, and something darker — the faint musk of arousal and perfume. Laughter and moans mixed with the distant sounds of carnival games and rides. This was not a place for families. This was a place for adults who wanted to play.

For a few minutes, she had enough time to reflect on her short-lived life. "If only I could live inside my novels, I would be happier than I was today." The line went taut. The struggling was no more. The voiceless storyteller has found her salvation with her eyes closed.