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The combination of the two caused me to fabricate an endless array of fantasies in my head. I couldn't help but let my mind wander during school, day in and day out. There was never a shortage of nubile girls my age sitting mere feet away from me, with their lovely, warm bodies curved and filled out in all the right places. I would catch a whiff of their different perfumes and admire the attention to detail they spent grooming themselves. To put it simply, I was pretty damn horny a lot. I fantasized relentlessly about the opposite sex. The only problem was that they weren't interested in me.

It seems a good place to be. He steps behind me and kisses the side of my temple. "Nope. This is just the beginning. True love stories never end." END OF VOLUME FIVE: HACK This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. The author recognizes the trademarks and copyrights of all registered products and works mentioned within this work.

The room was thick with heat and the sound of skin against skin echoed off the walls. The air was saturated with pheromones, so potent they could be tasted. Taka’s body trembled, slick and sensitive, flushed with need as his heat overwhelmed every rational thought he had. He lay facedown on the bed, body arched, skin glistening with sweat and desperation. His lips were parted, breath ragged, a trail of drool slipping from the corner of his mouth as a long moan tumbled out of him.

Fay escapes her bully in school, only to discover that he's her new neighbor. “Will you fuck me if I invite you inside?” Ryan is determined to make cute, quiet Fay his lover, regardless of the heights he has to go through. #firstlove #youngadult #highschool #cute #attraction #popularkid #shygirl #steamy #reversebully #possessive Always read tags. So you can skip if the themes are not to your taste.

His fingers moved faster, dipping lower to tease my entrance before returning to my clit, driving me higher and higher with merciless precision. “So fucking wet for me already,” he murmured against my mouth, voice thick with dark satisfaction. “My perfect, loyal fan… dripping just from my touch. You’ve been fantasizing about this for years, haven’t you? About me fingering you backstage like a desperate little slut for your idol.”

I almost laughed, but I bit it back, Instead, I leaned even closer, my lips nearly brushing the screen. "But Father, it's so hard. These fantasies... they get worse every time. I dream about him pinning me down, fucking me hard and wild, his dick slamming into my womb, like he can't control himself. I want him to grab my throat, to slap my ass while he pounds into me from behind. I wake up wet, my pussy throbbing, and I have to finger myself just to get through the day, but the thought of wanting him even while fingering myself is something I don't know how to explain"

I fought to control the car, spinning through flames and smoke, gripping the wheel with every ounce of strength. After what felt like forever, no rescue came. Only Thomas’ mocking voice, saying, “So, what now, babe? All the nearest rescue teams ran. They’re pulling the fire brigade from the city. “Even then, it’ll be at least half an hour. Might as well… keep racing? “Go for it. We’re all waiting to watch you cross the finish line.”

My fingers found my clit—already slick, already begging—and the first slow circle made my back arch so hard water sloshed over the edge. “Oh God,” I whispered, even though I knew it was the wrong name to say. I stroked faster. Two fingers sliding over and around my clit while my other hand came up to pinch my nipple the way I imagined he might. The water made everything slippery, louder. I slipped one finger inside myself, then two, curling them the way I’d done every morning for weeks. My hips rocked up to meet my hand. The fantasy took over completely—Father Chris’s voice in my ear, his breath hot against my neck, his fingers replacing mine, thicker, surer, pressing that spot that made sta

💦Shared Ride, Shared Heat💦 “Fuck, it’s hot tonight.” I fanned myself with my hand as I climbed into the back seat of the Uber Pool, the Miami night air thick and sticky even at 11:45 PM. My tight black mini dress clung to my curves, the hem riding high on my thighs from the movement. I had been out dancing with friends, but they’d paired off with guys at the club, leaving me to head back to my hotel alone.

Alice said "So Nikki what's you're hobby"..I asked "Texting"...she replied immediately while we stared at her in amazement "Am kidding"...she said and we laughed "I love dancing".. I said "And I singing"...Alice said "Now will you tell us your real hobby?"...I asked "Oh, I love reading"..she said "Oh my gosh".. Alice screamed "You read?"...I asked in shock "Yeah"..I said "well I thought you would be a... "Spoilt brat"... She cut in