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His strong wide fingers pulled her panties to one side exposing her neat little pussy, her lips tucked away, virginal. With her panties to one side Genevieve looked down in disbelief. She couldn’t believe that the gardener that she’d only known for two days was about to do this to her, but her clitty burned with need, as his long serpentine pink tongue snaked out and slithered towards her.

On screen, Professor Lang clicked to the next slide: “The Bell Jar as semi-autobiographical confession.” Sage pressed the flat of her tongue against Mara’s entrance—broad, wet, unhurried—and licked upward in one long, languid stripe. Mara’s hips twitched forward involuntarily. She bit the inside of her cheek hard enough to taste copper. Sage hummed approval against her—soft vibration that made Mara’s clit throb. Then she focused there: small, teasing circles around the hood, never directly on the swollen bud. Mara’s breathing turned shallow, controlled. She forced herself to uncross and re-cross her ankles, trying to look like she was just shifting position.

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He has on a white shirt that is completely useless, it is drenched in sweat and is now almost completely see through, displaying his built chest and his abs. Keeping my eyes off him is too difficult, ever since our first time together, the one experience has been the beginning of new things. Fucking in the kitchen, fucking in the car…who knows…maybe fucking in this pool. I sneak my tongue out to lick my lips as I take in our height difference. It is not my first time noticing it but the difference between us two feels like something out of those uncensored comics I have been reading these days. The comics where they end up…

He just looked at me with those dark eyes and his grip on my hair tightened so suddenly and so sharply that a cry tore from my throat before I could stop it, the burn shooting from my scalp all the way down my spine. He used the grip to bring my face closer until our lips were grazing and I could feel every controlled breath he took against my mouth. He bit my bottom lip so hard I tasted metal and winced. "The next time you raise your hand at me. I'm going to fuck you so hard until you beg me to stop. And you know who's going to be our guest to watch?" His lips grazed her ear. "Quel bastardo stupido che chiami marito." ( That stupid bastard you call your husband )

In Berlin, after World War Two, money was short, food was in very short supply and everyone was hungry ... A girl saw a blind man trying to cross the road. Being a kind soul, she helped him, and the two started to talk. He asked her for a favour: could she deliver a letter for him? The address on the envelope was on her way home, so she agreed. Left with the letter, she was about to go when she turned around to see the man hurrying away, suddenly without his dark glasses or his cane. She stopped a policeman and told him what had happened. He read the letter, and immediately called on three colleagues to hurry to the address. There, they found a slaughterhouse full of human flesh for sale.

Chapter 1 It was a warm summer, and Karina pulled a light jacket onto her shoulders. She was walking slowly down the street, not expecting at all to meet a maniac. Distracted by nature, Karina heard shuffling footsteps behind her only a few minutes later. She was immediately seized up with fear and panic. She tried to escape from the pursuer at full speed, but the stranger caught up with her, clasping her thin hand. Karina struggled to kick him, but the man didn’t react. It was as if he was made of stone.

The library stood silent, its towering bookshelves casting long shadows under the dim overhead lights, a sanctuary of knowledge where I retreated to lose myself in words. I was introverted, my mind a labyrinth of intellect, but beneath my reserved exterior simmered a curiosity about my own hidden fantasies—erotic encounters in quiet, public spaces, a thrill I’d explored before with lovers past. My skirt brushed my thighs as I moved, a book in hand, the rustle of pages masking the quickening of my breath as I imagined being caught in passion here.

They captured me for a moment before I quickly looked back at the road. “If you would like, I can help you with German. Miss St. James said you were looking into German?” “I…really? You know German?” The pure speculation in her tone made me laugh. I nodded though, turning down the street needed to head East to the pack house. “I do. Alles hat ein Ende, nur die Wurst hat zwei.” Winter’s brow furrowed for a moment. “Everything has…something about sausages? What?” Throwing my head back, I laughed again. “Close. ‘Everything has an end, only the sausage has two’.”

Lena had moved into the small apartment on the 7th floor of the old building in GRA because it was quiet, affordable, and close to her new job. The walls were thin—she noticed that from the very first night—but she didn’t expect them to become her secret obsession. It was around 11 p.m. She was in bed, scrolling on her phone with the lights off, when the sounds started. A low groan from the other side of the wall. Then another—deeper, rougher.