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When they were alone again, Fallon locked the door. Looked at her best friend. "Gurlll. Don't tell me you think it was your book character?" Elara didn't reply. She didn't need to. Fallon whispered voice soft with a cocktail of fear and fascination, "Girl, don't tell me…." **** Midnight. Elara sat at her desk. Laptop open. The manuscript glowing on her screen. Her fingers hovered over her keys. Then she heard it. The faintest whisper through the screen.

Cool air hit Lily's exposed sex, making her shudder. Zara settled between Lily's spread thighs, the heat of her breath ghosting over the omega's glistening folds. She leaned in, dragging the flat of her tongue through Lily's slit in one long, slow lick. The taste of Lily's essence exploded across Zara's tongue - sweet, tangy, utterly addictive. Zara groaned, the vibrations rumbling through Lily's core.

She hated me for no real reason other than the fact that I always came top in class. “Going to hide in the library again?” Lana sneered, stepping closer and knocking my books out of my hands. Her friends laughed. “You think you’re so smart, don’t you? Walking around like you own the place just because your mom married some rich guy.” I bent down to pick up my books, cheeks burning with embarrassment. A small crowd was already forming. “Leave me alone, Lana,” I said quietly. “Or what?” She kicked one of my books further away.

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

There was a small dish on the windowsill filled with small, fish-shaped biscuits and she grinned, really not picking Mason as a cat person. The room itself was all dark wood and leather, a typical male space. Bookshelves lined the wall on either side of an enormous flatscreen television, but they weren’t filled with books. Correction, they weren’t lined with just books. She walked over and curiously ran her finger along the spines of some of her favorite novels and got a little thrill when she saw that he had the complete series of A.A. Abernathy books. Below the books were pristine covers of various video games, all by the same company, Black Sheep Software and Games.

Masculine in its restraint, yet unmistakably lived in. Elizabeth slipped off her heels at the entry, bare feet silent on the cool floor. Her eyes drifted to the art, several pieces caught her immediately. Framed photographs and paintings of women entwined: soft curves pressed together, mouths open in ecstasy, hands gripping thighs, backs arched. Lesbian erotica rendered with reverence, beautiful, unapologetic, sensual. One in particular: two women on silk sheets, one straddling the other, heads thrown back, fingers buried deep. The composition was raw yet tender.

Eventually, with my arms full, I found Nicholas still in the fantasy section. He was engrossed in a thick hardcover, his brow furrowed in concentration. “Find something good?” I asked, approaching him. “Possibly. But I think you might like this one.” He handed me a paperback with an image of a woman wielding a sword on the front. I read the title aloud. “‘The Lycan Chronicles.’ Hmm, never heard of it.” “It’s a fantasy series,” he explained, still flipping through his own book. “Great world-building, complex characters...” He glanced up and smirked. “Plus, it has some... steamy scenes.”

This time she locked the door and braced a chair under the handle. “We have to be quieter this time.” she whispered, already pulling my shirt off. She kissed me hard. I kissed her back the same way. We fell onto the bed still warm from earlier. Isabella reached into her suitcase and pulled out a thick purple strap-on and a small bottle of lube. My stomach flipped with fresh heat. “On your back, open your legs wider for me.” she said, her voice low and rough. I obeyed. Isabella strapped the toy on, coated it, and rubbed the thick head through my still-slick folds. She pushed into me slowly at first, watching my face, then thrust deeper until she was buried to the hilt.

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When we're on the near of national bookstore, I turn to the both of them. "Wait, before we go home. I just have something to buy here." They both looked at each other before we enter the bookstore. I let them looked for some bag, while I was on the part of the shelves where the books are in. I see first the bunch of those novels about vampires, novels with several erotics content, and then when I slightly kneeled down I was happy to see the lines of books about werewolves. When we're at the cashier, Leticia and Lara's brows lift up when they looked at me.