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“I mean, he’s just Dad to me. Handsome, sure, but I’ve seen him in dad mode too many times, burning pancakes, embarrassing me with corny jokes, the whole thing.” I nodded like I understood, but my mind was still replaying the way Bruce’s shirt stretched across his shoulders when he leaned down to place the tray. The faint scent of his cologne that drifted past when he walked by. The low timbre of his voice. We spent the next hour talking about books, the new romance novel we both pretended not to be obsessed with, and college plans. But every time I heard footsteps in the hallway, my stomach flipped. Later, when Anna went downstairs to grab drinks, I stepped out of her room to find the bathr

💦The First Night 💦 I never meant to become addicted. It started innocently enough, or at least that’s what I told myself. My name is Mia, 24 years old, living alone in a small but cozy apartment in Chicago. I worked from home as a freelance graphic designer, which meant long hours at my desk with headphones on. But one night, three weeks after I moved in, I forgot to wear them. That was the night everything changed. It was a Thursday, around 11:40 PM. I was lying in bed in nothing but an oversized t-shirt, scrolling through my phone, when I heard it for the first time.

In the following days, we became even bolder. We stopped hiding in just one room. We fucked all over the house like animals in heat, and every single time felt dirtier, hotter, and more addictive than before. My body was becoming addicted to my stepfather’s thick old cock, it was as if I was now surviving on it. On Wednesday afternoon Junior did not come back home early because their classes ran till 4pm due to extra classes.ran outside to play football with his friends. Mike found me in the small store putting dirty clothes into the washing machine

Colette walked back to her chair, her eyes dark, her lips parted. "Come here," Colette commanded. Claire pushed herself away from the desk, her legs unsteady, and took a tentative step. "No," Colette snapped, her voice cold and absolute. "Kneel and crawl to me." Claire’s eyes widened, but she didn't argue. She dropped to her knees, the cold carpet rough against her skin, and began to crawl across the floor. She crawled like an animal, her head down, her heart racing. When she reached the chair, Colette turned, hiked up her own habit, and spread her legs wide, revealing lace-topped stockings that seemed wildly out of place in the holy office.

A gift for all my slow romance erotica lovers, a short story from: dividing and conquering the professor I,II,III Lily's POV With my tongue tucked in my cheeks, I press the new toy against my pussy wall and the strong vibration causes my body to shake. “Ahh…” the small whimper that slips out, bounces off the bathroom wall. Biting my lips and pressing my thighs together only makes my moans come out louder. It's been too long since I got fucked, too long that a vibrator feels like paradise to me at the moment.

Warning: 18+ only. Featuring hardcore taboo and age-gap erotica. This is an erotic boxset containing twelve stories of irresistible steam, steam, fun, and naughty stories. If you're not up to eighteen, this book is not for you. Get ready to be intrigued. To feel. To...sin. ---------- “I made myself tight for Big Daddy,” she leans up and whispers in my ear. “Every morning and night, I clenched it really tight, released, clenched, released…”

“Can we do stuffs that you like? Only in a more subtle way. Me being a beginner and all.” He caressed her hair. “What if you don't like what I like?” “I'm willing to explore.” Gabriel had to smile up at the ceiling. “You said Fola told you about my kinks.” “Yeah.” “So what exactly did that talkative tell you?” “Nothing much. How did he find out?” Gabriel shrugged. “Who knows? Besides, I don't really hide stuffs.” Her voice was shy and tiny as she asked, “Is it like BDSM? I've always wondered what it was like.”

I tried to smile, but my heart was doing strange things inside me. “I don’t mind,” I said quietly. He walked closer, wiping his hands on a cloth. The scent of him warm, clean, and a little like paint and wood filled the air between us. I felt suddenly aware of every sound: the steady drumming of rain, the ticking of the clock, the soft creak of the floor when he stopped just a few steps from me. “You were quiet today,” he said. “Is the story still stuck?” I looked down at the papers in my hand, the pages of my unfinished novel. “A little. It feels like I’m writing something I’ve never really known.”

I consoled him and gave him some water. “She locked me up in the store room” “WHAT? IN THE STOOR ROOM? HOW DID YOU COME HERE! Tell me everything.” I questioned. “I was locked inside since morning and when she opened me up, I ran and hid here. She warned me that she’ll lock me again if I told this to anyone.” I stood up and as I went forward Zac held my leg and started to cry. “Please don’t go. I don’t want to get locked please.”

But now… “Great! Now that’s done let me explain the rules of the new game. You are going to tell me a story. All you have to do is survive the story. Simple right?” Of course, it was not as simple. Anderson knew very well that anything concerning a demon would not be as simple. What was worse, this particular demon was very different. So, who knew what twisted game of story telling the demon had in mind? Anderson nodded warily at the demon’s enquiry. Whatever was coming he knew very well the odds would be against him as such he had his guard up. It was funny; He was rather feeling like the trapped one.