Lust Collection Novels & Stories

A mate mark. “I’m happy for you,” Lydia said. Thalia smiled. “I’m happy too. And Knox… he’s a good guy. I’ve seen how you two look at each other.” Lydia smiled faintly. “Yeah, I guess so.” Thalia pulled out a necklace. The pendant was a woman’s head with snakes for hair—Medusa. It looked golden, but it felt alive. “This is my parting gift,” Thalia said, placing it around Lydia’s neck. “I can’t say goodbye at the garage—it’ll break me. So remember me until we meet again.”

To Gabrielle's surprise, she held it out to her. "I want you to have this," she said. "I couldn't," Gabrielle said. "Please, it's not like it's real gold or anything like that," Callista insisted, "but it would at least be a memento of your first time ... and maybe of me too." "Okay," Gabrielle finally relented as she took the offering. "I'll keep it as a memento then," As she watched the door to Callista's apartment close behind her, Gabrielle could still taste the fruits of their mutual orgasms in her mouth. It was a nectar that would stay in her memory a long, long time.

What the fuck was this? While brushing against the coarse bark, a glint caught my eye, revealing a shimmer beneath the thick carpet of leaves. My breath hitched as I sunk to my knees, fingers trembling as I dug into the earth. There, partially buried, lay a delicate piece of jewelry: a locket, ornate and embellished with intricate details. Instantly, I recognized it from the photograph Lachlan had shown me—the one of his estranged, missing wife, Julia, her haunting beauty frozen in time.

This was a first. I got off at Rosehill station, picked my little sister up from school and we began our usual walk. “I have homework today.” Kelly announced, her bag bouncing on her back. “Oh, what must you do this time?” I tightened my grip around her small hand as we reached the pedestrian crossing. “Miss Davids said we must find pictures in magazines or newspapers of everything that starts with the letter D like dog and… and… what else starts with a D, Kylie?” “Drugs…” I said before I could stop myself.

“Okay, that’s enough, Madam… please, stop drinking,” the butler, Arthur, warned softly. He reached out to steady the glass as it wobbled in Larissa's grip. Larissa didn't even look up at him, she stared at the liquid instead, watching the ice cubes swirl. "He isn't coming back tonight, is he?" Arthur hesitated, his silence more cutting than any confirmation. "It’s been six months, Arthur," she whispered, her voice filled with exhaustion. "Six months since the wedding, and..."

One held out a tray of gold bangles, another held a garment bag containing a custom silk gown, and the third was nervously checking a tablet. Lillian was mid-sentence, talking directly to the camera mounted on the tripod near her assistant. "...and honestly, babes, if you aren't sourcing your seasonal staples straight from the private vault at Le Rosier, are you even doing autumn right?" I paused near a display of handcrafted leather gloves, pretending to inspect the fine stitching while silently measuring the layout. To execute this correctly, I couldn't just walk up and interrupt her like a desperate fan. Lillian was used to clout-chasers and overeager followers constantly trying to insert

My milky cum leaked out of my pulsing pussy in thick waves, down my ass crack, like it was an overflowing ice cream machine. My p**n video had already ended, the screen holding the p**n stars in a paused position, cock buried deep in pussy. I shut my eyes tightly. The toy cock tossed to the side on my cushion. I was overwhelmed by a jolt of tiredness that forced me to fall asleep. Hours later, I jerked up. Sounds of rustling echoed from my window. It was as if someone was trying to break in. A sudden cold embraced my entire body. I rushed into my room, picking up a baton Jonah had gotten me as a gift last birthday.

She looked well-rested for someone responsible for most of my current problems. I glanced down at myself. Rian’s oversized sweatshirt swallowed my hands whole. The joggers I slept in yesterday were still very much on my body. I tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear and smoothed down one eyebrow with my thumb. I started on the other one, then caught myself. Seriously? That was when my gaze drifted past them. Dirty bowls crowded the sink. Used plates were stacked haphazardly beside them. Spice bottles sat uncapped on the counter, and someone had somehow managed to get grease on my stovetop.