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“It came from my college days, Delilah. All the stories we’d hear about these whoring, loose girls screwing boys all over school, while acting like saints. The nymphomanic harlots cursed with the spirit of sex, the sluts who were hungry for cock as breakfast, lunch and dinner. I never thought I’d enjoy writing about such horrible women and fantasies years later. “Okay?” Delilah was uninterested in her story. “What’s the inspiration?” “I bought some of the material from the dark web.” She shrugged “And I’ve been researching for months. You’d be surprised what you can find when you start digging deep enough.” She said calmly while looking Delilah dead in the eye.

Grabbing my pen, I start to scribble on my diary again. "He looked at me! He fucking looked at me and I am so wet already! Gosh! I just want him to dig his fingers into my pussy and finger fuck me to tears. I don't care that he's a shady man with a mysterious life, I just want to be fucked by him! Imagine what it would feel like to be naked under him, and to have those lips around my nipples, and then have his fingers stroking my clit until I can't breathe anymore." I don't realize that I am squeezing my thighs together as my scribbling turns into vivid images in my head.

My cunt was swollen, raw, and completely filled, the thick, white fluid slowly dripping out onto the dark wood. The woman looked up at me, a wicked, hungry smile touching her lips. Then, she leaned down and buried her face straight between my thighs, her flat tongue lapping heavily over my filled, hyper-sensitive center. The shock of her warm tongue hitting my hyper-sensitive flesh made my entire lower body jerk. I let out a loud, broken cry, my hips lifting completely off the desk as she swiped flat and heavy across my swollen opening. She didn't mind the mess at all; she drank it in, lapping up the thick, white fluid the Beta had left deep inside me, cleaning my skin with a fierce, hungry

The amount of people that would read gay smut paled when compared to straight. “You aren’t wrong there,” Nocturne replied. “I’m planning to have a small line of LGBTQ+ fiction as well as more mainstream books. It’s been easy to get straight romance and adventure books. The search for good LGBTQ+ authors has been harder. It’s also because I want to read a spicy gay smut novel.” The admission at the end caught Leo off guard. Nocturne had a mischievous gleam in his eye when he said that part.

“You insult the sacred rites. This isn’t the brothel you crawled out of.” “No,” Jasmine said, climbing the first step of the dais. “But it stinks the same. Men in charge. Secrets under the floorboards. Fear dressed in tradition.” She climbed another step. Then another. Until she was eye level with them. “Do you want to know what I found?” she asked, tone sharpened to a blade. “In the rooms beneath this hall?” A hush settled. Only Kade moved. Far in the shadows. Watching. “Ledger books,” Jasmine said. “With names. Payments. Rituals that haven’t been sanctioned in decades. Women who were promised protection... sold.”

of what sounded like a hand or belt against skin, followed by a woman’s whimper. I bit my lip hard, slipping my hand under my nightdress. My fingers found my soaked folds and started rubbing furiously. More slaps. More whimpers. Then the unmistakable wet sound of him thrusting into her. “My lord… I’m going to cum—” the woman whimpered. “You will do no such thing,” Lord Blackwood snarled. “You begged me to fuck this filthy cunt. Now you’ll take everything I give you.” I shoved two fingers inside myself, thrusting them in time with the sounds I imagined were his hips slamming against her. My other hand braced against the wall as I fucked myself desperately to his voice.

**Lust's Asylum: Twisted Confessions** **Host’s Introduction** Welcome back... Some packs demand blood. Others demand something far more primal. Tonight’s confession is about a female alpha in a hidden werewolf society who must mate with three rival males to maintain peace — a public, brutal, and deeply satisfying ritual of dominance and submission. This one is raw, primal, and pack-level filthy. Here is the confession of “Queen of the Pack.” --- **Story 8: Queen of the Pack**

“Her ass was right there, man. So round and juicy. I wanted to grab it, spread those cheeks, and slide right in.” Another boy, Liam, the quiet gamer type who rarely spoke in class, surprised everyone by chiming in. “I’d take her in the supply closet. Lock the door, push her against the shelves, pull her blouse open so those enormous breasts pop out, and suck on them while I finger her. Then bend her over a box of paper and fuck her senseless. She looks so professional, but I bet she’d love it, moaning like a slut once the decent clothes come off.”

The alcohol was still thick in her veins, Rissa felt herself unraveling in slow, syrupy waves, her legs falling wider and hips lifting toward his hand when his rough fingers finally slipped between her thighs and found how embarrassingly wet she already was. “Fuck,” Ronan breathed, the word almost reverent. “All this for a man who won’t even look at you?” He worked her open with slow, merciless strokes, curling two fingers deep inside, while his thumb circled her clit in tight, unrelenting loops. Larissa’s head thrashed against the pillow, a broken sob caught in her throat every time he dragged against that spot inside her that made stars burst behind her eyelids. She was close, dangerously

“Would you like to come back to my cabin for a drink? I snuck some heavy liquor on board.” Her response was instant, “Lead the way.” She said, her smile mischievous. My heart raced, I’d never been with a woman before, but here I was, ready to have sex with my boyfriend’s Mom. I didn't know what to do, didn’t do any research before now, but the lesbian p**n I’d watched a couple of times was going to come in handy somehow.