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I took her cheek in my hand as our eyes held, so precious, so fucking unbelievably sweet. "Like fucking someone else. I didn't want to do that, so when my need for you got to be too much and I was ready to climb the fucking walls I went and let some asshole do this to my dick. It worked too, shit took weeks to heal, by then I was used to it, I kinda like it, you will too I promise."

 ~AUTHOR'S POV~

Disclaimer & Content Warning This novel is written under the pen name "Sasicha" and is classified as PWP (P**n Without Plot) with explicit erotic content. This novel is a dark, erotic reimagining of a classic fairy tale. It contains explicit graphic sexual content and dark themes that may be triggering for some readers. Reader discretion is strongly advised. It is strictly intended for mature audiences only (18+). Explicit Sexual Content. Dirty Talk. Dark Themes: Includes themes of obsession, dub-con (dubious consent), and power imbalance.

Hundreds of thousands of years later, Lycanthropes still roamed the earth, disguised as humans and could morph from man to monster at will. To look through the book and see detailed explanations of physical traits such as immense strength, one could be persuaded to believe that what the author was saying was true. If I believed in conspiracy theories, I might would have considered believing it myself. I sighed before closing the book. No matter how much I tried to distract myself with fairytales, I couldn't keep my mind from wondering to Cain. If I was honest with myself, I needed to focus on finding my grandfather for more than just the purpose of finding him. needed the distraction. Which

THE DARK TEMPTATIONS THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION. ANY RESEMBLANCE TO PLACES, EVENTS OR REAL PEOPLE ARE ENTIRELY COINCIDENTAL. AUTHOR:- Pranjal Yadav Pen name:- Cream puff ~So what? Don't stop and worry youself, it's good for nothing. Let go. Although there is no answer yet, you can start the fight. ~

was some kind of campus Casanova, a mysterious god of sex who’d seen it all, done it twice, and written the manual. The truth was, I was a fraud. A beautiful, well-structured, grammatically perfect fraud. I was a virgin whose only sexual experience was the chafing on his own dick and the bitter taste of his own cum. Lately, the stories were getting harder to write. The well was running dry, and my own hand was getting tired. I was recycling my own pathetic fantasies, and they were getting stale. The latest comments on the magazine’s online forum were a public execution. ‘The author is obviously a virgin. Total turn-off.’ That one line had burned itself onto the inside of my eyelids. They kne

Since deciding not to continue reading that troublesome story, Aiden never opened the app again and even forgot to find out the author's name. A man in his late 30's with slightly unkempt long hair, eyes that look like they haven't slept for a long time, a thin and sharp beard, and a distended stomach. Such is Aiden's description of the perverted author named Mr Banana. He opened the comments column and read one by one the messages from the audience of his works which amounted to tens of thousands of messages. The average comments contain their desire to be in the position of a female character who can enjoy the beauty of one night's love with the male main character, Aiden Supernova the fem

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I slammed the door of the luxurious penthouse suite shut and let out a deep sigh. The day had been absolute hell of Photoshoots under blazing lights, endless fake smiles for brands, and dealing with creepy comments online. At twenty five years old I was one of the biggest influencers in the game, but tonight I was just a tired, spoiled, and extremely horny girl who needed to be fucked senseless.