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Heat coils tighter and tighter in my core. I’m lost in the sensations, body writhing on the sheets. The ghostly touch feels everywhere at once—hands gripping my hips to hold me steady, mouth sucking and licking my breasts, fingers pumping relentlessly inside me. A third sensation joins, like a tongue flicking rapidly over my clit while the fingers continue thrusting. The combination is devastating. Pleasure builds to an unbearable peak, my thighs trembling, inner muscles clenching rhythmically around the invading fingers.

’ My pussy clenches just by reading it, a rush of heat pooling between my legs. 7:15 PM, The cab ride to the hotel is pure torture. I'm in a simple black dress—short, very clingy, no bra, no panties underneath. My nipples harden against the dress, and I press my thighs together to ease the ache. Every bump in the road sends jolts through me, making my mind flash to memories of him. That first gym session, his thumbs on my hips. The office fucks, desk creaking under us. I bite my lip and slip my hand under my dress for a quick touch. My pussy is already wet and swollen. God, I need him.

Why do I feel like a piece of meat? "A man broke into the shop while I was there, and we came here so I could give my statement." They both look at Sherri in shock. "Are you okay? Did he hurt you? What did Jon say?" Melinda asks. "I'm fine. I shot him in the kneecap, and Jon doesn't know yet. I'm going to call him when we sit down. If you could give us the special, I would appreciate it." Sherri says as she leads me to a small corner booth in the back. There aren't many people here, so it's quiet. Once we're seated, I move toward the center of the booth, and she does the same. We're a few inches apart, yet I can feel the heat from her body as though we're touching. Sherri pulls out her phone

Coming from him while his hands were on me like this, so close to the edge of my shorts, it made my face burn hot and my stomach flip. I shifted on the bench, trying to ignore how my panties were already soaked from the run but getting wetter by the second for a completely different reason now. The fabric between my legs felt slick and clingy, my pussy throbbing every time his fingers moved higher. His palms smoothed up again, slower this time, thumbs spreading out along the inside of my thigh until the tips of his fingers slipped just under the hem of my shorts. Then one thick finger brushed right along the edge of my panties, grazing the soaked cotton that was plastered against my swollen

My hips jerked and heat flooded my face. “Javier…” I moaned out his name, half plea, half warning. He didn’t stop. Those fingers stroked me with precision, steady and deep. The pressure built fast, that familiar heavy ache swelling inside me like a tide. I couldn’t hold back. My thighs started trembling and just then… it crashed through me without mercy. A hot rush surged out between my legs, soaking his hand, splattering loudly onto the sheets beneath me. I felt every pulse–it was uncontrollable and endless.

*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.

He’d caught me using it once, and he stayed angry about it for almost a week. I promised I wouldn’t use it again. I even threw away the one I had, like that would somehow seal the promise shut. But then his trips became more frequent… and that promise started to feel less like something real and more like something I said just to calm him down. I grabbed my phone from my nightstand and dropped onto the bed. I yanked my soaked panties down my thighs, and spread my legs wide. I unlocked my phone and opened the hidden folder where I kept a bunch of sex videos. I played one where a man was fucking a blonde-haired woman doggy style.

Juliette had heard these horror stories from the previous receptionist. As she got closer to the door, she heard a thud as if he had thrown his shoe at the wall. He threw things, but most often his shoes, she’d learned. She bit her lip at the thought that at least it wasn’t an employee’s head. In the brief silence that followed the thud, she slowly opened the door to his office. He was still on the phone and beckoned her to enter. She shut the door behind her and began to lay out the lunch that she had brought on the long table mostly covered in papers by his desk.

The heat of her skin slipped through her shit and right through mine and into my skin. "Admit it," I said, my voice coming off as a low rumble. "I'm not—" Trailing my fingertips from her face, I circled her collar bone and trailed down to her lips. She shivered, goosebumps rising on her skin as my finger brushed the waistband of her jeans. "Your body doesn't lie, Sasha." She swallowed hard. "You're not my type." "Oh yeah? What is your type?" "Anyone who's not a cold-blooded killer."