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The summer heat in the suburban house was stifling, even with the AC humming at full blast. Emma sprawled on the living-room couch in her panty shorts—tiny black cotton that hugged her ass like a second skin—and a matching bikini bra that barely contained her full breasts. The fabric was thin, damp with sweat, her nipples faintly visible through the material as she fanned herself with a magazine. Sarah, her roommate, lounged beside her in similar attire, scrolling through N*****x on the big screen. “Horror?” Sarah suggested with a grin. “It’s too hot for anything else need something to give me chills.”

My nipples were hard against my shirt, and I felt that heat building between my legs, imagining his hands on me, pushing me back against the fridge, sliding inside me rough and fast. But then he opened his mouth. "Done staring?" he said, his voice low and cocky, those hands grabbing my waist hard, pulling me right up against him. Our bodies pressed together, his breath hot on my face, lips so close I could almost taste them. I gasped, my heart pounding, and pulled back a little, trying to play it off. Damn, he was hot, but I wasn't going to let him know that. Not after the day I'd had, with Alex's betrayal still burning in my chest.

The novel lay open under her hands-wet, crumpled, dog‑eared. He looked at it, then at her. He pulled the book free with one hand, and his own wet fingers brushed between her thighs again, smart with urgency. "One more time?" he rasped. Claire stared at him-ache behind her eyes, voice hoarse. "Yes," she finally breathed. "One more time." He kissed her, deep and rough. Closed the book with his other hand-cover snapping shut with authority. She rode him one more time, skin slick, body trembling, pulses crashing as she came again-slow, powerful, echoing under the hush of books. Rowan groaned and came with her, feeding her tight until he fell forward, forearm over her back, his breath ragged.

My AirPods were blasting dark, sensual music as I read one of my dirtiest books. I couldn’t stay quiet. “Fuck…” I moaned loudly, back arching off the bed. “Oh my god, yes…” Two of my fingers slid inside me as I kept rubbing my swollen clit with my other hand. “Mmm… please… fuck me harder,” I whimpered reading out what the female lead said in the book, eyes fluttering shut. My hips were grinding against my hand desperately. “Yes… just like that… I’m such a dirty little slut…”

he says and I shake my head, refusing his threats. “Or…” he says and takes his hands completely off of me. He opens the book and flip through slowly, his fingers teasing the edge of the white pages the way I wish he would tease my hard nipples. I press my legs together, looking for a way to keep down my lust and the crazy thoughts as a drop of juice slides out of my pussy lips into the lady panties I have on. “Or…” he says again and runs his finger down the page of my last writing. Tomorrow morning is Christmas morning.

“Fuck.” Rachel stared at her phone in the hotel room. Another lonely business trip, another boring night. The steamy romance novel she’d bought at the airport wasn’t helping the growing ache between her legs. It had been weeks since her breakup, and she was horny. She decided to head down to the hotel bar. Slipping into a cocktail dress and heels, she felt good as heads turned when she walked in. She ordered a glass of wine and soon a well-dressed man named Grant slid onto the stool beside her.

The older lady patted her shoulder lightly while returning the smile then headed back to her business leaving Amy behind. "Where do I start from?" Confused Amelia whispered. "What kind of Christian books would be less boring?" She exhaled deeply while her fingers traced through the books on the shelf. “‘Ahaha!” exclaimed confused Amy as she picked out a book from the shelf. “What could this be about?” wondered Amy while she read the synopsis of the book in her hand. She read out in an undertone, “Filled with faith and inspiration, Break Out will challenge you to build a new prespective, let nothing hold you back…” Nodding her head in concurrence to the words she read, “ hmmmmm…. I certainly

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“ It’s nothing. Just a library book I checked out. By accident. Just a silly mistake.“ Now that was the understatement of the century. “A silly mistake, my behind,” Edith cackled. “The Kama Sutra. The Joy of Sex. Dating for Dummies. The Multi-Orgasmic Couple. The Girlfriend's Guide to Great Sex.” Edith pointed to each of the books as she listed off the titles. Picking up the books, Mattie said, “This is my business. My personal, private business.” “Poppycock.” Edith stood, hands on her generous hips, blocking the door. “If you wanted this to be private, you wouldn’t have brought those books here.“

keeping their bed undefiled. But everything changed when she stumbled on Mark's aged diary. Out of curiousity due to how he pampered and hide the diary, she decided to read. Cindy got the greastest shock of her life, when she started flipping the diary’s pages. Mark fantasy had always to be treated like a shameless cuck, used, abused and humiliated publicly. Reading his shameless fantasy, Cindy cummed like never before, flicking her clit furiously.