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WARNING: DO NOT READ if you’re ovulating. STRICTLY 18🔞 This book isn’t just a collection of short erotica stories, it's an invitation to your deepest darkest desires Between these pages, lust has no boundaries, pleasure has no shame, and satisfaction is only the beginning. Be careful, you might catch yourself touching yourself! Each story leaves you hotter, hungrier, and desperate for just one more page. And then another. And another… until stopping feels impossible. Get ready for fantasies, sinful encounters, and the kind of raw, unfiltered heat that last long after you close the book. This is erotica made to be devoured greedily, again and again. If you’re looking for escape, ecstasy, and endless desire… you’ve found your next obsession. From one night stands to ex reunions to sugar daddy encounters , to sex on the beach and risky quickies In the office to sex with your ex boyfriends father to late night affairs with your hot bodyguard, you have everything here. So grab your vibrators, because it’s going to be a long erotic ride.

I ordered an incubus online, but when the package arrived, there were two of them. One was gentle and obedient, the other was hot-tempered and unpredictable. I immediately messaged customer service to ask if they'd sent the wrong one—I had only ordered the gentle kind. The reply came cheerfully. "Congratulations, you've unlocked the hidden variant! This model is a bit special—buy one, get one free!" Wait… what? I remembered hearing people say that raising an incubus is like raising a puppy, only better—they keep you warm at night and don't shed. Well, if that's true, whether I had one or two made no difference. So I ended up paying the price of one and getting two—what a steal! Or so I thought… until I went to feed them. That's when I realized I was the cookie in the middle of a sandwich. Apparently, "keeping me warm at night" was a strenuous activity.

On my husband's birthday, I poured my heart into preparing a feast and selecting the perfect gift. Yet, he didn't come home. Instead, I received a picture message—a snapshot of him at the hospital, standing outside the OB-GYN ward, his hand resting tenderly on his childhood crush's belly. Beneath the photo, a message read: [The best birthday gift and a symbol of our decade-long bond.] Furious, I called her. "Don't you know he's married?" Before I could say more, my husband snatched the phone and lashed out at me. "Yvonne just wanted to share the joy of becoming a mother. Why are you overreacting? "Yvonne and I have been best friends for over a decade. Your petty jealousy is disgusting!" I once believed his busyness was for our future, but now I knew—he had been busy supporting the girl of his dreams through her pregnancy. Clutching my own stomach, I bit my lip to stop the tears from falling. Ten years of love had drained away. It was time to let go.

Many women dream of marrying the man they love most, having children as a symbol of their love, and making a lifelong promise to stand by each other through thick and thin. But not Sadie. Sadie never believed in what they called love. From a young age, she learned that all men were born liars and deceivers, and no matter how one looked at it, they would always remain the same. She witnessed how her mother's life turned into a living hell because of the mistake of trusting and loving a man. Sadie vowed never to follow in her mother's footsteps—or those of other women who foolishly believed in the opposite sex. She was ready to grow old alone, but there was one dream she longed to fulfill: to have a child of her own. And so, she made a decision—to hire a man who could give her the child she desired. Everything was planned out. All she needed to do was spend a night with a stranger. But what Sadie never expected was the true identity of the man who would become the father of her child—all because of one fateful mistake.

I built them up. I gave them everything. And they destroyed me. I thought love meant sacrifice. I thought friendship meant loyalty. But I was wrong. I bankrolled my boyfriend, helping him rise from nothing, believing in his dreams. I took my best friend under my wing, giving her everything she never had. But while I was away, enjoying a much-needed girls' trip—the one she conveniently backed out of—they were busy betraying me in the worst way possible. I found out by accident. A simple call from his phone, meant to tell my best friend I was back, turned into the moment that shattered my world. "My baby." Those words on the screen made my stomach drop. And then I read more. "I’m just after her money. Once I get enough, I’ll leave her. I’m collecting from her and her father. I’ll use her and dump her." Every message felt like a dagger to my heart. The man I loved, the friend I trusted—they had been plotting against me all along. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think. I can’t think. I can’t breathe. What do I do? Do I confront them? Do I scream? Do I fall apart? I want to wake up. I want this to be a nightmare. But it’s not. This is my reality. And I don’t know what happens next.

In my tenth year of marriage, my old childhood friend, Joshua Sears, posts a photo on social media. Both Joshua and my wife, Sabrina Lawson, are hugging his son, Andy Sears, and my daughter, Tiana Jenkins, in it. The four of them look very close to each other. The caption accompanying the post says, "Blessed to have the perfect son and daughter." I leave a comment below the post, saying, "Looking good together." A few seconds later, the post is deleted. The next morning, Sabrina rushes home and yells at me. "Ashton Jenkins! Joshua was finally feeling better for once. Why did you have to trigger him again?" Tiana shoves me hard and snaps in an accusatory tone, "It's all your fault that Andy's crying now!" I take out a copy of the divorce agreement and slam it down before them. "Yes, it's all my fault. That's why I'm stepping out of the picture now. Then, the four of you can form the wholesome family you've always wanted."

My African American Mom married a rich Japanese man. As I moved the skeleton of my new bed next to the window, I felt a gaze focused on me. Outside my window, was the house next door. The house shape was similar to ours, so it also had a window facing mine at the same level. Standing there on the other side was a skinny Japanese boy. As soon as I laid eyes on him, he stiffened, then shyly smiled and waved. His hair was all over the place, seeing him in his tanktop I thought to myself that he must've just rolled out of bed. But wasn't it the afternoon already? The boy says something but of course I can't hear him with my window closed so I slide it open. "Eto....hi." He tried in English. If someone were to tell me later I'd come to care about him deeply, I'd find that hard to believe. For as long as I could remember I've always felt empty. And that emptiness, I hid on instinct.

To save my unconscious Alpha fiancé, I got trapped in a glacial crevasse on the frozen mountain. I tried to reach him through our bond ninety-nine times, but he blocked me out completely. When he finally found me seven days later, his first words were an accusation. "Elara damaged her eyes trying to save me, and you just had to cause trouble right now!" "You're a trained mountain warrior. How could you get trapped in a small crevasse for seven days?" "I've had enough of your games. Let's break off our engagement." He thought I would cry and argue like before. But I just nodded. "Okay." He didn't know I hit my head when I fell trying to save him. In seven days, I would completely forget him. But when I finally left him completely as he'd promised, he went crazy, searching the world and begging me back.

After years together, we finally hit our wedding day. At the altar, Damien Huxley had the ring halfway on my finger when his old college crush from Francia called. The guy everyone swore loved me more than his own life? His eyes went red. Then he bolted for the airport. My hand froze midair. Then a stream of comments popped up in front of me— [Oh my god, guys! I just saw his old crush's profile pic—she looks exactly like the new cadaver donor at our school!] [No way. Don't freak me out. Keep that creepy comment away from me!] [Either they're twins, or you need glasses. Chill.] I opened my mouth. Nothing came out. I knew about Damien's old crush—our college classmate. But I remembered one thing clearly. She was an only child...

Ana miller a strong willed and resilient young woman found herself in a difficult situation where she isn't able to pay for her mother's surgery. Then she met him " he's ruthless and powerful" Marcus blinge a powerful billionaire and Ceo who offers to help her pay for her mother's surgery, but... on one condition... she would sign a contract to become his lover. Ana found out she was pregnant. She decides to keep the pregnancy hidden because she's afraid Marcus will hurt her and the baby. Ana decides to resign to protect her baby but Marcus isn't making it easier for her the more Ana wants to quit the more Marcus wants her. Marcus is making things difficult for her she doesn't know if Marcus loves her or he's being possessive and just needs her to satisfy is sexual urge. Ana reconnects with Andrew Scott her childhood friend whom she lost contact with, this makes Marcus becomes jealous and possessive he feels Andrew wants to take what belongs to him. Andrew offers to get her a new job at his company because he feels Marcus is a toxic person and Ana shouldn't work or be with someone around him. But he doesn't know behind the boss and secretary relationship lies two sexually attracted lover's. Which makes it difficult for Ana to take Andrew's offer. Ana will also face challenges with her mother's devious behavior towards her and start questioning her existence. Only for her to find out her mother isn't are real mother no wonder she had suffered all through her life without her mother being there, But... Who is then are real mother? Will she accept her?.