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I know the romance is less because thats what I told you it's a sad story of redemption and coming out of vengeance of revenge than romance. Sinfully Yours. The story is dark romance with erotic content. It's like a faithful relation with a sinful obsession. So don't forget to give a try to my new story. You wouldn't be disappointed. I hope you enjoyed the story. Till the next Story adios.

"In the brush, on the other side of the transformer. I'd been there for a few minutes." "Really?" I stepped it up. "I was touching myself, masturbating, like you." Dad was reaching around me, and I felt his penis swell. "So, I guess you're okay with that?" "I did some research. There's stuff on kids, which is gross. But very little on adults. I got on Reddit, and there were threads on it. A lot of fake stuff, but also a lot of family, like Janice's. And a famous case of a mother and son in Texas. There are no numbers of how many adult family members are enjoying sex. No surprise, who's going to tell, right? It comes down to consenting adults, that's it."

And I hated even more that I was about to come to the sound of him destroying someone else. It had been over two years since I’d had good sex. Actually good sex. The kind that leaves you sore, satisfied, and walking funny the next day. My last decent lay was with Marcus, and even he eventually turned vanilla and boring, finishing in under five minutes before rolling over to check his phone. After him, it was a string of disappointments; selfish guys, premature finishers, and one who asked if I could ‘moan quieter’ because he had an early meeting.

My name is Emily, and I’ve always been the good girl. Straight A’s, captain of the debate team, the one who volunteers at the animal shelter on weekends. At 22, I’m in my final year of college, majoring in literature, dreaming of becoming a writer someday. But beneath that polished exterior, there’s a secret side of me—a side that craves the forbidden, the filthy, the kind of pleasure that makes your toes curl and your mind shatter. And it all revolves around him: Professor Adrian Black.

The best part of my day is refreshing GoodNovel and D****e and reading all the comments, especially because it allows me to interact with you guys. That being said. Writing this story was so gratifying, brought me so much joy, that I’m also not ready to leave that behind. So I am thrilled to announce my new story, “SUBMISSION 101,” a Professor/Student romance which dropped on November 26th on GoodNovel and D****e. It has about 10 times more smut than this book tho, so reader's discretion is strongly advised! Once again, thank you for reading, commenting, gifting and leaving gems!

I began, my voice shaking a little at first. “It started about a year ago and it just keeps getting worse. I get these waves of uncontrollable arousal all the time, even when I’m not thinking about sex at all. My pussy just starts getting wet, really fucking wet, like I’m in heat or something. Sometimes I’m sitting in class trying to focus on a lecture and suddenly I feel it start dripping down my thighs. I have to excuse myself and run to the bathroom just to wipe up or change my panties before it soaks through my clothes. And the wet dreams… every single night. I wake up humping my pillow like a desperate little slut, sheets completely soaked underneath me, my clit throbbing so hard it act

Anyway, after all my ongoing books have been completed, I've decided to focus mainly on MM romances (billionaires, mafias and maybe wolves ;)] with a little sprinkle forbidden romances and realllyyy spicy smut I'll meet you in those new worlds. Really EFFING LOVE YOU

Ezra had noticed this yet he fell hard for him. The problem was, Kendall only ever treated him like a bro. A roommate. A guy you'd share instant noodles with at midnight, borrow ten bucks or a benjamin from, a guy he'd occasionally elbow in the ribs during late-night Dirt 5 gaming sessions. Ezra got Kendall's attention sure—but never in the way he wanted. Kendall saw him only as plain, ordinary, Ezra. So, Ezra had done something stupid. Something very reckless. He’d created Maya—a female catfish Winstagram account, with photoshopped pictures of a Brunette girl from Stock photos. He had replied Kendall's story about Kafka being possibly better than Dostoyevsky.

Readers should be aware of explicit sexual content, intense BDSM themes with a focus on power imbalance, graphic depictions of physical and psychological domination, extreme kink practices including bondage, cock torture, edging, sounding, electro-stimulation, fisting, watersports, double penetration, nipple clamping, ball busting, and deep throat training, strong verbal degradation and humiliation, potential triggers related to authority figures and forced submission in a fantasy context, public exposure risks, sensory overload from sweat and bodily fluids, emotional distress from forbidden dynamics, and the presence of prolonged overstimulation and post-orgasm continuation, all of which ma

A dangerous kind of warmth that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. I had been gone for four years. College in New York has changed me. It made me harder. Sharper. Hungrier. I was no longer the scrawny eighteen year old who left this place when my mum passed away. I was twenty two. Six foot three. Broad shouldered from years in the gym. And carrying four years of unspoken fantasies I had never dared to voice. I grabbed my duffel bag from the trunk and walked up the steps. The front door swung open before I could knock.