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The text under the image scrolled like captions: ROUND 3: CARNIVAL. AUTHOR STRAIN: MODERATE. PLAYER LOSS: ACCEPTABLE. I snapped the book shut. The image folded in on itself and vanished. “These are… logs,” I said. “Narratives, the way *it* tells them.” “Correction,” SML said, pulling a volume labeled GAME CITY – MINI-GAMES from the shelf and flipping it open. “It’s fanfic. Bad fanfic. Look at this.” We leaned in.

I've been married for seven years. Seven years of being a good wife. A good mother to my two beautiful daughters. Seven years of pretending everything is fine. That I'm satisfied. That my libido isn't screaming for more than what I'm getting at home. People hate cheating spouses online. They judge. They condemn. They act like they're so morally superior. But in real life nobody really minds. Not when they understand. Not when they know the reason. And I have a reason. A valid reason if anyone actually cared to ask.

One I could not, nor would not tolerate. “Yes.” I interrupted. “Mountain Ash. This perfect girl you have in mind would not be Lucy, would it?” I added for good measure. Lucy was the Alpha’s eldest daughter. Her father being a good friend of my own meant I knew her relatively well. Well enough to know that while she may look a perfect example of an Alpha's daughter, I also knew that she was truly obnoxious and spoiled. Two-faced and quite honestly, a bitch. Far from the type of she-wolf I would want to call my wife. “Exactly, Zaine!” Mum said with excitement. “She is such a sweetheart! So beautiful too. A perfect Alpha's daughter, so imagine her as a Luna! And the fact you grew up alongside o

I almost laughed, but I bit it back, Instead, I leaned even closer, my lips nearly brushing the screen. "But Father, it's so hard. These fantasies... they get worse every time. I dream about him pinning me down, fucking me hard and wild, his dick slamming into my womb, like he can't control himself. I want him to grab my throat, to slap my ass while he pounds into me from behind. I wake up wet, my pussy throbbing, and I have to finger myself just to get through the day, but the thought of wanting him even while fingering myself is something I don't know how to explain"

THEMES: Care and After care, Revenge, Mushy- strained confession, Non- sex KINKS: Touch- Her- And- Die, LENA'S POV I'm at a quiet spot in a club-------- a rare spot--------- crying my eyes out. Fuck I can't continue this way, I can't keep fucking that... that gizzard. But I love my job, I can't lose it. I sniff as I wipe at my face, only for more tears to flow; I can't believe I enjoyed it.

She was tall with curly, jet-black hair, and smooth hazelnut colored skin. “Same dream?” she asked. “Yea. This must mean something,” I responded. “How are you holding up on... you know what?” “I'm okay for now, I think.” So, I'm a vampire. One of the last ones remaining. One is my girlfriend who I turned just because she asked me to, which I admit wasn’t the greatest idea. The other is the person that keeps appearing in my dreams. Being a vampire comes with a ton of benefits like enhanced speed, strength, healing, and senses. However, there's a major drawback, especially for a new vampire like Janea. The uncontrollable craving for blood.

“Your husband offered your cunt as collateral, sweetheart. One night. All three of us. You spread those pretty legs and let us break you in, and the debt disappears.” My knees nearly buckled. I stared at Damian, betrayal burning hot in my chest even as shameful heat flooded between my thighs. “You offered me? On our wedding night?” “He did,” Flynn said quietly, stepping closer. His big hand brushed my arm, sending sparks across my skin. “And from the way your nipples are poking through that dress, part of you isn’t completely horrified.” I wanted to slap him. I wanted to run. But my body was a traitor pulse racing, pussy already throbbing, a fresh rush of wetness soaking my panties.

Neither the chilled watermelon nor the cold air conditioning could cool the heat in my body. Damn it. I suddenly hated my photographic memory. Those two pages I saw in Kane’s room kept replaying in my head. It was a fanfiction. The female lead was me. The male lead was Wane. It was normal for fans to ship me and Wane. But who told me CP fans these days were so bold? The fanfiction’s plot was this: Because I complained about a werewolf couple fooling around in public, they cursed me—I would have to spend eighteen rounds in bed with my Fate Mate to maintain my human form. Otherwise, I would turn into a pig.

Petrov smiled as he replied, "That's good to hear, Tim. An erotic story can be much more descriptive than a p**n scene. Most young boys can't get enough p**n and it's nice when a young man takes the time to read a good erotic story. Which websites do you prefer for your stories?" Tim gasped again as Petrov used two fingers to stimulate his asshole. Petrov wasn't aiming for penetration at the moment, he just wanted the boy aroused enough to keep talking. Finally, the boy admitted to preferring Nifty and Literotica as his go-to erotic stories websites. Petrov knew that Literotica catered to a variety of genres but smiled knowing that Nifty had no heterosexual stories at all, though Nifty did h

“To her. To both of us. I don’t know. It’s blurry.” Delilah lets out a bark of laughter. “Okay, great. Now you’re starring in your own fanfiction.” “It’s not funny.” “It’s hilarious. You need a therapist. Or a priest.” “I’ve been reading these books, okay? The kind where the guy is dangerous and obsessive and completely wrong, but the girl still falls for him because he sees all of her. And I keep imagining Professor Montelli with his hand in my hair and his mouth at my throat and—”