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She was looking over my shoulder at the same wall and reading some of them softly under her breath. “Hmmm, look at this one,” I said. “This person seems to have described our date last week in perfect detail.” It was a story about a woman who liked to be spanked and punished. “I like this one,” Carrie said, pointing to another. “I really think we should try and work this one into our next date.” The story was about a couple who arranged to act like strangers and meet up at a trashy bar and pick each other up. There were long descriptions about them fucking in the back of the bar as the guys playing pool watched and stroked their cues.

I dropped the book in my hands, my other hand, finding its way to the crotch of my bum shorts. I grazed my fingers over the areas and the feeling had my eyes fluttering in pleasure. I grazed myself for a few more seconds, loving the trail of heat surrounding my folds. “Ahh…Ace, don't stop,” I moaned, my voice sounding a little clearer than the last as I pinched my nipple. I slipped my fingers into my shorts from the crotch area, biting hard on my lips to prevent my moan from sounding too loud. The moment my fingers touched me down there, a shuddery breath escaped my lips.

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Our pretty princess and our submissive little slut. Our sweet Gabriella. THE END

"What about these tulips—got any stories behind them?" She picks up a yellow one, holding it out. "These are my favorites. They remind me of spring back home, starting fresh. Want a closer look at the rest?" I nod quickly, and she comes around the counter, leading me to another display. As we move, our arms brush—accidental, but it sends that little buzz again. She points out different ones, explaining colors and meanings, and I ask questions to keep her talking. She opens up a bit more about settling into the city, how the shop's her way of making roots. I share a story about wandering the markets as a kid, skipping the royal parts, and she chuckles at the funny bits, her eyes lighting up.

He said and stood up to leave. Uea caught air. His lips parted, and he let out a muffled cry. 'No, no, I really didn't write the vampire this way.' 'Who on earth gave vampires emotions? How could he suddenly be nice?' "Unfair. This is really unfair to my sweet fantasy!" Uea slumped in bed and cried. But one thing was really strange to him. No, almost everything was. This story was different from the one he wrote... and somehow, he had a strange feeling about it.

She was going to ask her to assign the story to her. Robert and Stella were in Stella’s office. The two were going through some of the articles submitted by other workers to see which stories would sell. After seeing how successful Robert had been in his last three articles, Stella had considered his opinions important and once in a while sought his advice. “This story by Jenny is good, but we can change its angle a little bit. Focusing on the human angle will make it reach the audience. people love reading about what affects them,” Robert said. “I thought so. That is why I set aside those stories,” Stella said, setting up two cups of coffee for both of them. It was cold outside, and it was

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He whispered and as soon as I came hard on his cock, I felt his cum in my walls. My pussy clenched tight, milking every single drop of cum as he let out a guttural groan. He finally collapsed into the bed and to my fucking surprise, pulled me into his arms. “Goodnight baby.” He whispered and my heart soared as I stayed in his arms for a while. Only when I was sure he was already fast asleep did I sneak out of the room and stumble back to my room with shaky legs. That was the best fucking thing that could have ever happened to me. And I didn't feel guilty about it. Not one fucking bit.