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It's not in my nature. And honestly, I can't wait for my adult life to start. I crave it so much. A few days ago, Samantha took me to a burlesque club. I know what you're thinking — what does a nineteen year old girl know about burlesque? Of all career options, why dance? And clubs? But hear me out, I've always wanted such things. I also have an Onlyfans account, which I opened the night I turned eighteen. I want to show off my body. I want to express myself on dance floors. I crave the attention, I crave the noise, and most of all... I crave the money.

Sara sat in the back row of the lecture hall, her legs pressed tightly together under the desk. Professor Kane stood at the front, writing notes on the whiteboard. His deep voice filled the room as he explained the chapter on modern literature. He was tall and fit for a man in his late thirties, with short dark hair that had a little gray at the temples and sharp eyes that seemed to notice everything. Sara could not stop staring at him. She did not know exactly when it started, but lately she had become completely obsessed with her professor.

One that would give me a chance at finding a man who would be willing to take whatever I have to “offer.” What the hell did she mean, “offer”? Is it a holiday-themed bazaar? Auction? I’m not sure, but something about the latter — the event being an auction — feels likely. But then again, I haven’t spent twenty-years in the publishing industry without developing a “sense” for language and its use. And “offer” seems like a particularly important, conscious choice. While making my way from the main lodge area to the area that acts like the hotel, I think, Do I really want to go to that kind of thing, though? What if it ’s creepy? Weird? Dodgy?

Her little seduction game was clearly working, and I refused to let her turn me into another weak, pussy-whipped idiot like my brother. I grabbed the bottle of tequila and took another long gulp, letting the burn slide down my throat, but it did nothing to kill the painful throbbing in my cock. I tried desperately to shove her smirk, her naked body, and that pussy out of my head… but the more I drank, the harder it became. Fuck it. I turned on my phone and scrolled through my hidden folder until I found her videos. What the fuck am I doing? Seconds ago I was trying not to think about her, and now I was actively searching for her like a desperate pervert.

Thank god. When I glanced back at the laptop again, I noticed that I could see the edge of a folder window behind the document. Clicking on it, I found myself staring at a large number of files. The folder was called "UNPUBLISHED WORKS". Quietly scrolling through the various files, I decided to pick another document randomly and see what it was like. Sure enough, it was another erotica story. After just a few paragraphs, I deduced that it was a story about a new intern being hired in at a company, and the owner's son entering into a "forbidden" fling with her. Unable to resist, I quickly scrolled through the pages, looking for another sex scene.

He finished inside her, groaning quietly as his cum flooded her again. Elena became addicted to the danger and the pleasure. Every Thursday she grew wetter just walking into the library. She started touching herself lightly in class while looking at Roman. Her pussy stayed constantly sensitive. She loved the way her ass stung after his spankings. She loved feeling his cum leak out of her for hours afterward.

“I want you to read the first two pages out loud and then summarize them.” Alex leaned back in his chair, legs spread wide. He didn’t even look at the book. His eyes were glued to my chest. “Alex,” I said sharply. “The book. Not me.” He licked his lips slowly, eyes still fixed on my breasts. “Your buttons look tight today. Are they going to pop open if you breathe too hard?” I felt my face heat up. “That’s not appropriate, Alex. Focus on the material.” He smiled, stubborn as ever. “I am focused. Just not on the stupid book. Your tits look really good in that shirt, Miss Shine. Do they feel as soft as they look?”

The next day at work felt like absolute torture. I was the manager of Velvet Desires, an upscale adult store located in a quiet corner of the city. We sold high-end toys, luxurious lingerie, premium lubes, and everything a woman could possibly want to explore her deepest fantasies. Normally I loved my job. I helped shy customers find their first vibrator, recommended the perfect bullet for discreet public play, and smiled through awkward conversations with complete confidence. Today, however, I could barely concentrate on anything.

Genre: Dark Fantasy Billionaire Romance | Explicit | FL: Ruby Senty ML: Rudolph Clarksville Doff – “The Beast King” . . . The first time Ruby Senty saw Rudolph Clarksville Doff, she was barefoot, soaked in forest rain, and trying to escape a man who’d paid for her body.