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Eleanor continued, "Some say online men's fiction is too immoral — the male lead has more than a dozen women, all of them willing. Is this a problem that needs fixing? What's your view?" "I think it's perfectly normal," Mr. Vane said, looking at her with narrowed eyes. "Ancient kings had harems of three thousand. It's just fiction — what's the harm in writing about two women? Where else would the inspiration come from? Besides, you can't deny that some women genuinely like to see us men living well." Eleanor knew this was Writer Vane's true opinion. The reason he dared to say it aloud was because he knew it couldn't be published, and he wasn't afraid of the consequences. If he deliberately r

He tossed the book onto the bed beside her, its pages splayed open to an illustration of a woman arched beneath a man, his cock buried deep inside her. Ánh Nguyệt's breath hitched. Her fingers twitched against the sheets. "Look at it," Duy Nam commanded, voice low. She did. The arousal was instant—her cheeks flushed, her lips parted. The detailed sketches left nothing to imagination: limbs tangled, mouths open in pleasure, the slick slide of bodies. Duy Nam didn't wait. He pushed her back, his palm rough against the delicate fabric of her robe. "Tell me you don't want this." She couldn't.

“This world is definitely underdeveloped” Mane sighed as he looked over the information he had been given. Dan arrived at his room only minutes ago to complete the final transfer. Yes, you heard right – final transfer. Mane assumed that the books were well compiled sources of information, but he was wrong. Sure they were called books just like in other worlds, but these so called books were just large sheets of paper bundled together and held by a very long string! The sheets weren’t light and crispy like what Mane was used to, rather they were hard and heavy and it was difficult to carry more than a few dozen at once. Dan delivered seven different bundles of these ‘books’. He had taken almo

My heart beats fast, and I feel a wetness between my legs that I can’t ignore. One gray afternoon, it was pouring rain outside. The library was dead empty. No one to bother me. I locked the front door early and turned the sign to closed. My hands were sweaty as I picked out my four favorite books from the back shelf. There was the pirate story with Captain Thorne, a tough guy who sails the seas and takes what he wants. Then the vampire book with Lord Draven, all dark and mysterious, with eyes that pull you in. Next, the cowboy tale with Buck, rough and ready from the wild west. And finally, the barbarian adventure with Garrick, a big brute who fights with his hands and conquers everything. E

Caleb Reed between my legs, looking at me like the account had never been the whole point. “Look at me. You don’t get to come with your face in the pillow and pretend I’m nobody.” His mouth found my throat again, open, staying. His hand stayed on my hip after every thrust, not just during. “I’m not nobody. I’m the man you texted come after two years of CC. I’m the man who drank coffee in your kitchen and left you the cup like a dare.” “You’re also the man who took the compliment.” “Yes.” He didn’t flinch. He rolled deeper. “Live with both. I am.”

Ch-3 --------------------- I responded by pushing her back down, lips locked. I then grabbed her firm behind in my powerful hands, clutching her desperately to me. With the head of my cock aimed squarely at the cervix opening, the tiny slit in that uncut head dilated to the size of a screwdriver handle. Just then, wave after wave of sperm laden semen was emitted by that powerful tool. Five, six, and finally nine lengthy shots of potent seed were sent by my virile swollen testes. They went from the size of small grapefruit back down to medium peaches as my huge load of babymaking sperm was transferred lovingly and purposefully from man to woman. That tsunami of babybatter arrived with the exp

I said with a touch of nervousness. I couldn’t explain what it was about this man that set me off balance. It wasn’t my style to allow men… any man… to do that to me. I liked men, true, but I wasn’t desperate to have one in my life like many of the women I’d met. That was one of the things about Kenzie that I enjoyed. She didn’t display man craving tendencies. When we got together, we discussed interesting topics instead of the catty or needy conversations about men and female competition that I’d endured in so many female gatherings.

I even found the karma sutra amongst what I can only classify as the ‘self help’ section, opening it and then quickly closing it in case Enzo or his mother entered the room. A large book at the end of the shelf entitled “The Power and Responsibility of Men” caught my eye. It seemed to be more weathered than the rest of the books, but I didn't get why. “Who would be drawn to a book like that?” I asked myself, pulling it from the shelf.

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The study was dark, so I opened the blinds and took in the room. It was very... August. Brown. Black. More black. Not a single color brave enough to survive in here. There was a minibar. I wasn't surprised to find it stocked mostly with expensive whiskey. The bookshelf took up almost an entire wall. Business books. Finance books. Leadership books. Books about making money. Books about keeping money. Books about probably becoming even more unbearable than he already was. Not one novel. Not even a guilty pleasure romance. What a sad life.