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Fuck. Thе nеxt dау I tоld Selena thаt I didn't think Sharon hаd рееd when ѕhе саmе. I told hеr ѕhе probably was a guѕhеr. I hаd ѕееn it before оn ѕоmе p**n tаре and told hеr ѕоmе woman саn guѕh оut a watery female еjасulаtе when thеу оrgаѕm. I tоld hеr I had a plan for some payback fоr Ellen аnd Sharon аnd had hеr invite thеm to the cottage thiѕ wееkеnd.

Her own hand was between her legs, her fingers moving in slow, deliberate circles over her pussy. Mira’s own hand drifted down, pressing against the damp fabric of her running shorts. She was soaked. The sight, the sounds, the raw, unfiltered sex of it all hit her like a physical blow. Her clit, a small, sensitive nub beneath her hood, throbbed in time with the pounding rhythm from the clearing. She leaned against a tree, her legs feeling weak.

Cold air hit her bare tits, nipples so hard they ached. Skirt shoved up. Panties hooked with two fingers and dragged down her thighs, left tangled around her knees so she couldn't close her legs. He spun her around, slammed her back against the wall beside the fireplace. Heat licked her calves while his body heat burned everywhere else. "Look at this filthy cunt," he said, sliding two fingers straight into her without warning. She was so wet they sank deep on the first push. "Soaking. Swollen. You're fucking dripping down my wrist already."

Well there was only two weeks left to enjoy her and I was doing that as much as I could. Not that I didn't actually enjoy the class itself as I had indeed been writing for the last couple of years. The only problem was what I was writing was dirty stories, or as the web sites called it; erotica. I was pretty good at it and at the urging of my then girlfriend Julie, had submitted a few to a story site named Erotic escapes where under the pen name hotforteacher I'd gotten some pretty good reviews.

Chapter Three – Haven’s Hearth The Ember Haven transformed into a haven of shadows and warmth as the night deepened, the fireplace embers glowing softly, their light casting a tender glow over the rug where we lay entwined. My body was a map of Jake’s desire—bruises on my hips and thighs, bite marks on my chest, cum and sweat coating my skin—yet the hunger within me raged, a primal need fueled by our unrelenting passion. Jake loomed over me, his breath heavy, cock hard again, eyes locked on mine with a fierce devotion, ready to culminate the haven in a hearth of flesh and spirit. The cabin thrummed with the energy of our shared taboo, our friendship a sacred bond that tightened with each tou

My wolf squealed underneath, my legs parting more to take him in. For my people. I tried to convince myself through the fog of heat that slammed into me in that instant. “You are mine,” he growled, then rammed into me. I gasped, my core clenching around him as I let out a moan. Oh goddess, this was …he was … He slammed into me again, cutting through my thoughts. “Oh my god, please ….” I breathed against his skin, wrapped my hands around him as if it would help with the heat that burned through my body.

Without you, the readers, I wouldn't have been able to tell their stories. Please feel free to reach out to me through my social media pages. On my Face book page as Maramartha. And on my Instaagram as maramarthaa. While keeping an eye out for Calum’s story: To Seduce My Stepbrother, you can check out my other completed stories; 1. Mr Reluctant Billionaire. 2. Mrs Reluctant Billionaire 3. Erotic Shades Of Passion: a short erotic anthology. (This one is just 42 chapters).

Speechless all I could do was stand there and stare at her pussy while the front of my shorts started tenting out. Even when she reached up and told me to help her up I couldn't stop staring. That's when it finally dawned on her what I was looking at. She closed her legs and asked me to help her again, only this time I noticed that her eyes were glued to the front of my shorts and she had a funny look on her face. Reaching down I helped her to her feet but pulled too hard causing her to slam into me. Instinctively I wrapped my arms around her waist to steady her. We both felt my cock pressing into her at the same time.

Heat had rushed straight to my core, making me ache in places I had long denied. I should have turned away immediately. Instead, I froze, staring, drinking him in, shame and desire tangling until I could barely breathe. Fantasies swirled in my mind. Should I just step forward, press my body against his, ride him until my legs gave out? Should I sink to my knees and take him into my mouth until he groaned my name? God help me, the thoughts wouldn’t stop. His eyes flicked to me, widening in shock, and he quickly covered himself with both hands. That was when I snapped back to reality.

Until now, strange short stories had only very short stories. But from volume two I intend to add stories that have 10 to 20 captains as well. These stories are not so long nor have so much visibility as a separated book. For this reason, I decided to move all then into strange short stories, that is already a storybook of different themes.