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Then, she said, “You know what this sounds like, right?” Amelia narrowed her eyes. “Don’t say it.” Maya grinned. “Enemies to lovers.” Amelia groaned. “Maya, I swear—” “Just saying,” Maya sang. “It’s a classic trope.” “Not our trope,” Amelia shot back. Maya giggled. “We’ll see.” Amelia rolled her eyes. “Anyway,” she said, “enough about him. I have other news.” “Ooh,” Maya said. “Spill.”

Disclaimer This work of fiction contains explicit sexual themes, mature language, and adult situations intended for readers aged 18 and above. All characters depicted are consenting adults, and the events portrayed are entirely fictional. This story includes sensitive subject matter involving religious settings and authority figures, which may be considered provocative or offensive by some readers. It is not intended to reflect or represent real individuals, institutions, or beliefs, but rather to explore fictional scenarios for entertainment purposes only. Reader discretion is strongly advised. •••

"Hahah. Is that how you get girls to say yes to you?" "Uhuh. That's how easily I can get girls. So I have a girlfriend named for almost every letter in the alphabet." He said matter of factly. Jeesh! This guy is mighty proud of his folly. "Ok, name the the one with letter X." I said laughing not taking him seriously. "Hmmm, Xenia, the girl with a big butt! Ghhaad, I love girls with big butts." My eyes widened with his revelation. Is he for real? So would I make it to his list? I had a petite figure but my bubble butt is my greatest asset.

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…”

I panted, my voice cracking. “Your name… you are really putting your name right there next to my pussy? Everyone is going to see it when I spread my legs.” “Damn right I am,” he said, his voice dropping even lower and rougher. He pressed my leg open wider when I tried to close it on instinct, his strong gloved fingers keeping me completely exposed for him. “I’m gonna look at this every single time you spread these pretty thighs and remember exactly who put it there. Who made you leak like a desperate little slut while I inked my name into your skin. This pussy is going to throb every time you catch a glimpse of it in the mirror.”

Jennifer: Shrug emoji. I decided to take a different tack. This time, rather than pick safe, general stories, I chose a bunch of different categories and sent my favorites from each. One was romantic, about a couple falling in love. The next was about a wife who sleeps with another man. Another had a husband bringing in his best friend for a threesome. I chose one that had some bondage (not my thing, but I picked a story that was highly rated). I sent a Lesbian story and a Gay male one (again, I relied on the ratings). I linked a story about watching two people have sex in the woods, and one about a girl riding a sybian for the first time. I skipped two categories: nonconsent and incest. As

"We're not fighting over a girl, okay? We should establish something as a ground rule. We need to have a sis-code." "What?" Elise looked at me. "It's like a bro code invented by the Americans," I explained. "It's basically a friendship etiquette." "Well, you tell her," Karmen said. "She has never heard of territory. You don't move in on another girl's girl." "I didn't," said Elise smugly. "She asked me out." Karmen's face turned red. I figured she was going to grind Elise into a meaningless powder. It didn't happen because the phone rang. I went to pick it up and heard Celie's loud voice like it was through a speaker.

F - First U - Uncommon C - Classified K - Kriminal (I am using 'K' instead of 'C' because it's my story, so no offense) Take care of yourselves, my readers !! Tell me what you like, tell me when I was wrong :-)

These crapsters brought the worst out of me. “Ho ho ho. Hear the Queen of Immaturity speak,” Jax hissed. “Better than smelling the poopy Vulture King,” I hissed back. “Dirty Goblin” “Dumb Pig” “Potty Mouth” “Barbaric Caveman” “Basic Bitch” “Clothes Whore” “Hey ! I am just an OCS- Over Compulsive Shopper,” Jax protested. “Clothes Whore,” Kai and I deadpanned. “Your moral compass is on fire,” Jax huffed.

Paul told the Ten Samurai's. “None of our old masters has ever allowed us call them by their names execpt you.” The last of the ten Samurai spoke. “Well I am not like them, just call me Paul. Please, tell me your names.” “We have no names Paul, we are just called the Ten Immortals of Samurai.” The first Samurai who had spoken said again.