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“Let’s hope nobody heard you begging for it.” Elijah was... Everything. But we broke up a year later when I had to leave. Since I've told you all this gory, beautiful stories about myself and it is time to finally close the curtains. I'm sad to go. Trust me, I am, but it's been fun sharing my deepest, sexiest secrets with you. I guess we might just call this entire book "the diary of a slut"

~Liliana~ These days after the gala don’t really settle into anything smooth. They just keep going, one after another, in a way that still catches me off guard. Every morning Rebecca wakes me up the same way, her little hands grabbing my arm and shaking until I open my eyes. She always has some urgent job for us, like lining up her stuffed animals for a big fight or sneaking a few extra strawberries from the kitchen before anyone notices. I catch how she presses closer when we sit with picture books or when she’s trying to write her letters. I don’t rush her. I just let it happen.

There’s no coming back after crossing that line. She scooted a little closer, pushing my shorts towards my crotch, her bare skin leaving a hot trail against my bare thighs. Her face reddened, either from embarrassment or arousal. Maybe both. That little detail made my heart thump wildly against my ribcage. It was so loud that I had a feeling she could hear it. Her soft hands cupped my cheeks, tilting my chin up a little so I could face her, and I let her, because who could resist her?

Ethan The neon sign outside the small storefront flickered softly—Madame Elara: Tarot, Visions & Destiny—and I stood there for almost five minutes, briefcase heavy in my sweaty palm, heart hammering like I’d just run a marathon. I’d noticed it only this morning on my way back from the office. The place looked new; the paint was still fresh, the curtains deep crimson. No one I knew had mentioned her before. Maybe that’s why I finally pushed the door open. Stupid, really. But after another lonely weekend spent jerking off to videos I was too embarrassed to admit I watched, the question wouldn’t leave me alone: Would I ever have a girlfriend?

Cora’s POV. “SMACK!” My skin sizzled from the impact of Ace's spank. I couldn't hold back the helpless moan escaping my lips. His palm grabbed onto the seam of my bum shorts, and he pulled it really hard, letting the fabric sit tightly between my folds. It felt so teasing, so hot, and my clit throbbed in response to the friction. “The way those pretty pink lips of yours fall out of your shorts is quite the sight. I wonder what they'll look like by the time I'm done fucking you,” he growls, now pulling the seam of my shorts back and forth.

Some stories started with hate. This one ended with everything.

"Please, Edwin, put it in me. Now!" I stripped off my clothes with urgent movements, my nine-inch shaft springing free, fully engorged and throbbing. Sarah’s eyes widened as she looked at it, her breath hitching. She had heard about it, but seeing it in the flesh was different. She looked intimidated, yet her pussy pulsed with an invitation she couldn't ignore.

The way his eyes lingered on my legs when I came down for coffee in my tiny sleep shorts. The way he said my name, his scent; he smelled of sawdust, sweet and somehow masculine—when he passed me in the hallway. I shouldn’t have been thinking about him like this. But God, I was. My hand slid down my stomach, fingertips brushing the soft skin just above my mound. I was already wet, I could feel the slick heat between my thighs even before I touched myself. With a slow breath, I parted my legs a little wider, the cool breeze kissing my exposed pussy. My fingers dipped lower, gliding over my swollen lips, parting them gently.

I do not tolerate tardiness. I closed the laptop and took in a shaky breath. My panties were incredibly soaked