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He cupped my breast fully, squeezed, and then pinched the nipple hard between thumb and finger It hurt sharp and sweet at the same time. I jolted under him, a small cry slipping out of my mouth. I grabbed his wrist, pulled his hand away and crossed my arms over my chest to cover myself. But it was useless. Between my thighs I was soaked, the silky shorts already drenched around the crotch, clinging wet to my folds. My clit throbbed with every heartbeat

I whispered, and he did, thrusting back inside me slow and deep, fucking me lazy this time, kissing me while he moved, making me cum twice more before we finally stopped, too exhausted to keep going. Later, when we snuck downstairs separate, acting like nothing happened, Emily was still there, chatting with Mum in the living room. She looked up when Haiden walked in, smiling bright. "Hey, text me about that surfing thing?" He glanced at me quick, then back at her, shrugging casual. "Yeah, maybe. Been busy lately." I sat down across the room, thighs pressed tight, feeling his cum still inside me, and smiled to myself because I knew the truth. He was mine, at least for now, and I was not letti

The thought made her pulse quicken, like she was holding a secret that wasn’t meant to be found. She hesitated only a moment before sitting cross-legged on the floor and flipping the cover open. Inside, in messy handwriting, was a title scrawled across the first page: “Collected Stories — From Women, For Women.” Chloe blinked. The handwriting was feminine, rushed, and almost secretive. She turned the page and read the introduction, scrawled in looping letters:

Then she placed her hand on it, slowly, like drawing a blade, ready to slice through whatever illusion still stood. And with one little push—she opened hell’s door. The door creaked open just enough for the scene to burn itself into Aria’s mind like a curse she’d never outrun. There, in the plush velvet chariot chair reserved for visiting dignitaries and founders’ speeches, Mason sat with his head thrown back, shirt undone, sweat gleaming on his neck. Kristen was straddling him, her silk dress bunched around her hips, bare thighs locked tight around his, riding him like she fucking owned him. Her hands clawed at his chest, lips dragging across his throat as she moaned his name like a goddamn

~KRISTEN~ "You didn't tell me about your business trip?" I quizzed immediately we settled at the booth across from Regina's. We had finished placing our order at the counter while waiting for it to be brought to our booth. "When were you planning on telling me?" I asked again. Her eyelids batted as she continued staring at me. We held gazes for a few seconds—mine challenging— before she finally lowered hers. "It was a last-minute change of plans. I just can't bear seeing you acting all lovey-dovey around that girl nor go ahead with the games I was scheduled to play with her boyfriend either." She inspected her nails with a subtle air of indifference before bringing her gaze back to me.

And I wanted to be punished: Perhaps that, more than anything else. I began reading erotic BDSM stories. For a while this seemed to be enough. It allowed me to escape my life, if only for short periods of time. Erotic BDSM stories were challenging to find in my small town and soon found myself searching sites on the internet. This opened up a whole new world: Before I knew it, I was placing ads on personals sites, trying to make my dream a reality. Initially the responses were just crude. Even the ones I decided to contact, seemed a little beyond what I was looking for: Cruel men, perhaps dangerous too. Finally I received a response from Tony.

Henceforth we did it every chance we got—mornings when Sophie left early, nights when she slept with headphones on, once in the laundry room while the dryer ran, me bent over, him behind me, hand on my mouth, short hard thrusts. He texted when she was out: Come over. The door’s unlocked, and I always went. He took me to the kitchen counter. Garage wall. His office chair. He never asked if I was okay with the secret. He just took me at every chance and I just gave because I needed it. I told myself it was only sex, but I was wrong. Friday night at 11:40pm. Sophie was at a study group until midnight, while I was on my back in his bed again, legs around him, dress half on. He held my wrists abo

my mother responded. “You think it’s not up to three months, right? This is late August; when was the last time we had sex? Maybe around early May? Before then, too, I had to beg to sleep with my wife. What the fuck is the problem with you, Kristina? I want to have sex. I can’t continue like this, for goodness sake.”

She got down with her phone on the right hand and her car key on the left hand and walked unbotheredly towards her apartment. She lives at the outskirts of Crystal Hills, a small town in Big Raven. This place only house few people that wants a quiet place and one of them is Kristen. She has been here for five years after leaving home because her step father could not stop abusing her sexually. Kristen told her mom severally but she would choose her husband over her and when she could not bear the shame, pain and stigma, she left home and cuts every ties with the family. Her stepfather had raped her at fourteen and had continued to abuse her for complete three years. She left when she was sev

I wrote this down in my notepad . I quickly got up and turned my head hearing voices behind me . " Did you think you could run , I love to play hide and seek . Would you like to see what I do to them after finding them ? I punish them just like I'm about to do ." He spat out . Please leave me I'm begging you just kill me , death would be better than a life like this . " SHUT UP " He shouted . "Guys lock her up ." He said to his subordinate ." No, please leave me , don't do this , I'm begging you , leave me ! " I shouted with all my might but to blocked ears . I'll never be strong please leave me. I shouted as I exited the room . How I wish I could have amnesia. That way I would be able to e