Mahwa 18+

My best friend takes me to a beauty salon for a facial. A young and handsome employee there latches onto me. He's tall, good-looking, and is great with women. He knows just the right things to say and is flirtatious without being lecherous. He shows me the pleasures of being a woman… I forget all about my boyfriend and allow him to make me descend into the throes of passion. What I don't know is that there's a price I can't pay behind the gentleness…

I only needed to transmigrate into the romance book and complete the mission in it to receive a reward worth tens of millions of dollars. I was so carried away by such an incredible opportunity that I registered without hesitation. After transmigrating into the book, I realized too late that my mission was to win the male lead’s heart, who happened to be my roommate. Additionally, something strange began to happen to my body. I was a man, but I developed abilities that only appeared in women after childbirth. One day, he cornered me in the room. When he saw my soaked top, he gulped and asked, “Can I try?”

"They were entwined with each other, luxuriating in the throes of passion, the man's robust body..." I was hiding in my office, secretly penning the next development in my story, when a voice from behind me began to read my words aloud, one by one. It was the new intern, a young man. I trembled, pleading with him, "Please, don't tell anyone." He adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses, his hands bracing the edge of the desk, trapping me between his arms. "So, this is what you like?" His throat bobbed, and a smile played on his lips, "Then, why don't we... try it out, just the two of us...

Je benen trillen, schatje, en je ademhaling is zwaar. Zie ik daar angst of is het de brandende lust die je voor me voelt?” Hij drukte zich dichter tegen me aan, mijn lichaam zakte in de muur en hij sloeg een van mijn benen om zijn torso… Hij kwam niet op zoek naar problemen. Problemen kwamen naar hém toe. In deze zinderende, erotische verhalenbundel onthullen vijf getrouwde vrouwen wat er zich werkelijk achter gesloten deuren afspeelde nadat Daniel, de nieuwe man, in de stad was komen wonen. Van voyeuristische ontdekkingen tot schaamteloze verleiding, van langzaam opbloeiend verlangen tot roekeloze overgave, elk verhaal trekt het gordijn open voor een verlangen dat weigert stil te blijven. Rauw. Competitief. Bedwelmend. Want soms is het gevaarlijkste gevoel dat een vrouw kan hebben… gewild zijn. Waarschuwing: Dit boek staat vol spannende erotische korte verhalen. Het bevat volwassen inhoud en is alleen geschikt voor lezers van 18 jaar en ouder. Deze zwoele verhalenbundel zit vol cliffhangers en verboden romantiek. Lees, geniet en vertel me wat je favoriete deel was.

“Sir, I beg you to let me go! Don’t touch me! No!” My voice broke into sobs. The stranger forced me into an uncomfortable position. I wanted to fight back, but he was too strong. Out of shame and confusion, I did everything I could to free myself from his grasp. However, the more I fought back, the more unsettled I became. Eventually, I lost my rationality.

I’ve always been someone with a strong, restless libido I can’t quite explain. I’ve never gone to a doctor about it, but I know myself well enough to realize it’s something that comes and goes in waves, especially when I'm ovulating. During that time of the month, I'd need to do it two to three times a day or my body would feel extremely uncomfortable. Normally, my tall, broad-shouldered husband would be the one to ease that ache and fill the emptiness in me. However, lately he’s been impossibly busy, away on business trips for weeks at a time…

My boss, who made me work overtime every single day, finally got what was coming to him. Somehow, he got connected to my new keyboard. It was like he was synced to it. His face flushed red, his eyes brimming with tears. "Don't type anymore," he begged. I just smiled and nudged the mouse. "Don't move the mouse either!" 'Do you expect me to just stop because you said so? Wouldn't that make me look pathetic?' I thought to myself. I kept working until midnight. Just as I was about to leave, I glanced down. The carpet at my boss's feet was soaked through. I figured he must have knocked over his glass of water.

เพื่อนสาวในที่ทำงานชอบแวะไปร้านนวดสัปดาห์ละห้าวันเป็นอย่างต่ำ ทุกครั้งที่ไป วันต่อมาเธอจะมาทำงานที่ออฟฟิศด้วยสีหน้าแจ่มใสอย่างมาก ฉันอดใจไม่ไหวเลยถามเธอว่า หมอนวดที่ร้านฝีมือดีมากขนาดนั้นเลยเหรอ? สัปดาห์หนึ่งเธอถึงไปตั้งห้าครั้ง? เธอยิ้มและตอบกลับมาว่า ฝีมือของหมอนวดเก่งระดับไม่มีใครเทียบได้เลยล่ะ เธอลองไปนวดดูสักครั้งก็จะรู้เอง ด้วยเหตุนี้เอง ฉันจึงตามเพื่อนร่วมงานคนนั้นไปที่ร้านนวดที่มีชื่อว่า ‘ลุ่มหลง’ นับจากนั้นเป็นต้นมาฉันก็ถอนตัวออกมาไม่ได้เลย

"Ah… Mr. Carter, my legs can't spread any further…" My dance instructor, Cameron Carter, is in the middle of correcting my posture in the dance studio. He grabs me by my inner thighs while pressing on them forcefully. His actions drive my ticklishness to its peak. At the same time, I'm so acutely sensitive that I get wet instantly, soon drenching Cameron's hands with my juices.

"You little tease, spreading your legs like that… Trying to seduce me?" Deep in the night, inside a bar's women's restroom, I deliberately exposed myself. Through the one-way glass, I parted my legs, revealing that hidden part of me. But then a man accidentally walked into the wrong restroom. Every bit of my wanton display fell right under his gaze. Shame washed over me, and I felt my cheeks burning. I wanted nothing more than to flee. But he blocked my way, and without a word, flipped up my skirt. I had nothing on underneath. "You like showing off, don't you? Show me more." With that, he exposed his own fierce arousal and pressed himself between my thighs.