Limestone Skin Tone

Rowena’s faith in love and romance was crushed in the most disturbing way possible… After that, she’d never thought she'd let another man touch her. But that was before she was seduced by the sinful voice of Dr. Lovejoy! Listening to his radio talk show, ‘Speaking of Sex & Lust…’, Rowena knows, she feels that his smooth advice masks deep urges. There are longings she's sure she can answer face to face and skin on skin… Heath Evans, aka Dr. Lovejoy, has built an on-air career in sex counseling. When Rowena Killian calls in, he hears a pang in her voice that he longs to soothe. But when they finally have the chance to fulfill their explicit fantasies, Heath has to wonder which one of them is playing doctor. Because the steamy, sensual treatment he's prescribed seems to be healing them both….

During a surgical procedure to remove the skin tag from my private part, I accidentally exposed my "manhood." Since then, I've noticed quite a few young nurses sneaking glances my way. Still, none have been as daring as her, showing up at my door in the dead of night.

"I'm gay." My eyes grow so big as I stop breathing, but two seconds later I'm bursting with laughter. "Okay funny," I finally tone down my laugh as I bring myself to look at him again. But he is still staring at me like he had been when he told me that joke. "Wait," uhh, "Really?" He nods, "Really." "You like... guys?" "I fuck guys." Oh wow, you really can't have it all can you. When he checks all the boxes, suddenly there's this big box he doesn't. The most important box, the top on the list. "You're gay or bi?" Because there's a big difference between those two. "I'm gay." "You never fuck a woman?" "I've never fucked a woman." "Then why the hell would you want me to be your sugar baby? To watch you fuck another man's butthole?" He smirks despite my little mockery. "Oh now it's funny?" "It is," he is still smirking, "But no. It's the opposite of what I wanna do." I bring my arms across my chest as I reply in my all-business tone, "Enlighten me." *** 22 year old Estelle is one of the best sugar babies the agency has ever had. She has the whole package, no dick ever gone soft seeing how perfect she is, both her body and personality. But can she sway Owen into the heterosexual group? After being in that homo-pool all this while?

I died beneath the Ferris wheel. The killer took a photo of the Ferris wheel and sent it to my mother. 'Mom, I want to ride the Ferris wheel with you too,' wrote the killer. In my mother's voice message, her tone was filled with hatred as she replied, "How dare you ask to ride the Ferris wheel with me when you killed your own sister? Why won't you just die?!" As she wished, I was dead. However, what she didn't know was that the one who killed me was my so-called dead sister.

Please..." she gasped weakly, her hands now powerless to push him away. "Why... why are you doing this?" Vladimiros didn’t answer. He continued to drain her, savoring every drop. But then, as suddenly as it began, he pulled away. Freya let out a strangled gasp, barely able to breathe as she felt herself slipping into unconsciousness. "Why..." she whispered, barely audible, before her vision went black. Vladimiros smiled down at her, his eyes gleaming with dark satisfaction. "Wow..." he murmured softly, his tone full of admiration. "I’ve never tasted werewolf blood so good."

Rubbing his stubble-clad jaw, he stared directly into her fearful eyes. “Remember what you said that night.” He breathed against her lips. Her mind recalled that dark night which lead her to this sinful situation. A tear rolled down from one of her eye and her lip quivered as she tightly gripped the bed sheet. “See, I got you exactly where I want you… that is underneath me.” Saying in his dangerous tone, he lifts her one leg and positioned himself. With a forceful thrust he enters inside and she screams out in pain.

"I would rather peel my skin than accept your rejection." *** I'm on a mission with clear specifics. But all set plans comes to ruin when the top and most powerful Nobles of Crestbane University set their eyes on me and the gods and goddesses decide to mess everything up. I'm not one of them, I am one of my kind, something different from anything they've ever heard or seen. Yet, I'm stuck with a fearful and loud-mouthed Dragon shifter prince, who doesn't take no for an answer. A fae prince with anger issues that goes completely soft for me. A super gorgeous and pompous ice elemental and Werewolf shifter prince that is overprotective of me. And an unhinged 'dream keeper' incubus prince, who makes me smile even on my worst days. I can't be with these over-privileged spoilt princes... Not when I'm this close to carrying out the purpose for which I was sent to Crestbane University. Sadly, these boys will rather peel their own skin than let me go.

During the party, my blind date brushed his hand against my thigh under the table. There were people passing by us, so I had to push down my desire. He had sun-kissed skin, and his body was hard and muscular. Later, in the car on the way home, he asked me if I wanted to…

"System, I want to go home." The system responds to Tabitha Samson immediately. "Understood, Tabitha. Exit procedures are now activated. You'll be able to leave this world in half a month." Weirdly enough, the system, which has always followed its own programming, pauses for a few seconds. It soon brings up a question, its tone slightly confused. "You have a husband who dotes on you and a son who always takes your side, Tabitha. Isn't this your home? These people are your family, you know." The moment Tabitha hears the word "family", her gaze slowly fixes on the TV before her.

“New destiny,” the wind whispered. Instinctively, my wolf leapt forward in protection, growling menacingly. I crouched in front of her, inhaling her sweet scent—the same one that had drawn me to her, the same one that stirred something deep within me, calling to me without a single word. I whispered to the wolf: “So, the rumors were true… Hunter not only kept his daughter as a prisoner but also hunted her.” The tone of my voice sent a pleasant shiver through the air, teasing my own ears. “Tell me, blind wolf, I just killed your father. Do you hate me for it?”