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Sharon giggled. “You know what the good news is? We can have as many as we want. Together.” She kissed Beth’s lips with light feathery touches that were more affectionate. “And trust me, we’re going to have a lot of sex together from now on. You’re so gorgeous.” Beth slid into her arms and the two women laid together, kissing gently and talking about how amazing it was feeling their bodies together. They started to talk about fantasies and things that they wanted to explore. And the fact they still had two nights remaining to spend together in the hotel suite in paradise.

*Next Collection* **Story Synopsis** Nineteen-year-old Lisa discovers her married neighbor’s hungry eyes on her through the open bedroom window each sweltering summer night. Instead of hiding, she lets the forbidden thrill pull her deeper into a silent, shadowy game of temptation. What begins as distant stares slowly spirals into something far more dangerous—until one night the line between watching and touching finally breaks ***** Lisa's Pov ... I’d just gotten home from a late shift at the campus coffee shop, my tank top clinging to my sweaty skin and my tiny denim shorts riding up my ass like a second skin.

MIA Running with Alex always gets me going. Three years dating, sharing an apartment in Silver Lake, and we're still stupid for each other—but we never pretended we could be satisfied with just us. We're both mid-twenties, both bi, both get off on the thrill of extra bodies. We bring people home when the spark hits, fuck them together, swap stories if it's separate. Threesomes are the best—another hard cock sliding in while Alex watches me moan, or him getting filled while I grind on his face. It's messy, loud, perfect. No guilt, just heat.

She had sex with her step-brother. “We got married!” Martin said. “Isn’t it wonderful?” Gloria exclaimed. “You mean, you are planning on it?” Juliette added, forcing herself to breathe. “We are ready for the Champagne now, please,” Martin ordered from the server, who came by to check on them. “No, we already did,” Gloria said with a smile. Louis looked stunned. Juliette thought she might faint. “When?” She squeaked. “When we were in Hawaii,” Martin replied. The server returned with the bottle of champagne that had been set aside for this occasion, and started to pour glasses for each of them.

I could not stop thinking about it. I am thirty-two years old and have been married to Mark for eight years. I still love him. He is kind, stable, and a great provider. But our sex life had become painfully predictable. A quick missionary position every Friday night, maybe a half-hearted blowjob from me if I was in a generous mood. That was it. I craved so much more. I wanted to feel truly desired, wanted to be used like a cheap slut, stretched open, and completely ruined while my husband sat right downstairs, totally oblivious.

The shower felt like heaven on my well-fucked body. Hot water cascaded over my skin, soothing the delicious ache between my thighs. I had turned on the massive wall-mounted screen in the bathroom and picked one of the resort’s exclusive erotic channels — a scene of two women passionately devouring each other while a well-hung man watched, stroking himself.

He just watched her, the red emergency light outside bleeding faintly through the shower room door, painting everything in a soft, wicked glow. It wasn’t love. It wasn’t romance. It was the kind of heat that came from being trapped together in the middle of a long summer night, with nothing but sweat, water, and reckless hunger. And neither of them planned to stop.

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When we came back to the den they would take me right there on the grass outside, all five of them, knots locking, teeth sinking in, cum filling me until I could barely walk. One evening the heat came back stronger than usual. I dropped to my knees in the middle of the den and begged without shame. The pack surrounded me instantly. Thorne lifted me and impaled me on his cock while Jax pushed into my ass. The others took my mouth and hands. They fucked me for hours under the firelight, knots swelling and popping, blood shared from fresh bites, my screams echoing off the walls. I lost count of how many loads they pumped into me. My belly felt full and heavy. My skin glowed with sweat and cum a

But I saw the hunger there—the same hunger that had been building between all three of us since I came home for the summer. “God, it’s so fucking hot tonight,” Sarah sighed, fanning herself as she carried the third bottle of wine into the living room. Her robe slipped open another inch, revealing the soft underside of one heavy tit and the hard peak of her nipple. She poured more into my glass first, then Jake’s, then hers. “You two look like you’re overheating too. Especially you, Jake. Those shorts seem… tight.” I giggled, the wine making me brave. “Mom, your robe is basically falling off. Not that I’m complaining.” My voice came out huskier than I meant, but the way her eyes darkened when