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I was pretty good at it and at the urging of my then girlfriend Julie, had submitted a few to a story site named Erotic escapes where under the pen name hotforteacher I'd gotten some pretty good reviews. Most of my stories were about older women with guys my age and Miss Ross had been the inspiration for many of them. Most of my female leads had the same long dark hair, big brown eyes and perfect full lips as my favorite English teacher. Yes Miss Ross had been the nasty little cougar in my mind and in print many times over the last few months. Shit, I'd even joined her writing discussion group because it met every other Sunday at her house.

“But what if someone comes…” “That’s the idea, silly,” she breathes. “No, I mean, what if someone else comes in…” “I’ll keep a look out,” offers Laura helpfully. “You can imagine I’m Scar Son if you like,” pleads Sandra, starting to squirm around on the bed, her hips writhing in sexual frustration while she fucks herself with two fingers inside her panties.

“Hey, woman! Come back here! Don’t run away!” •• As Loki ran fast from that blond haired man and never thought she forgot her shoes and her I.D card also dropped off. Then she ended up going back to her place and searched anywhere to find both of her I.D card and shoes. She sighed and ended up buying new shoes at the near shop. “Damn. it's blond guy's fault” as she grinned her teeth in anger. 'It was a gift from my ex but maybe that's the sign of our relationship is ended forever.’ She thought as her eyes tears fall.

I wanted him to touch me. Silas picked me up and sat me on the dresser. He stood between my legs. His eyes started to change color again. The brown was fading, and the gold was coming back. "You make me feel wild, Elena," he growled. He started to kiss my neck. He used his tongue and his teeth. Every time he nipped my skin, I felt a spark of fire. My hands went into his thick hair. I pulled him closer. I wanted to feel his skin against every part of me.

Love was never as beautiful as fairy tales. “After all these years,” Sandra said, smiling and approaching. She came close to the frozen Velia. “I didn't expect us to meet again.” Velia forced herself not to tremble. She held her ground as she replied. “I also didn't expect to meet you.” Sandra, who now had a few strands of white hair, seemed to evaluate Velia. Her eyes scanned Velia from top to bottom. “After meeting me...” Sandra's eyes rose and stared intently at Velia.

"You're right, Sandra. It's like he unravels layers of my soul with every touch, every stolen glance. When he brushes his fingers against my skin, it's electric, sending a jolt of anticipation coursing through my veins. I can't help but long for more." Sandra leaned back in her chair, her lips curving into a knowing smile. "Ah, the dance of desire, my dear Eve. It's a delicate balance, a symphony of heartbeats. But remember, passion is an art, and it's essential to savor each brushstroke of pleasure. Allow yourself to indulge in the intoxicating sweetness of the moment."

“Ah…! I did. I was bored when I woke up so I thought of studying for a while.” “I see… Do you wish to eat anything miss…!? Tea…?” “I’m fine. I will come down for breakfast after running through this one.” “Very well. I shall wait for you in the room Miss.” “Hmm…” Sandra leaves the room. * Rubia’s Pov – This is all messed up… Nothing is going according to the novel… Fredrick is in love with me instead of Catherine and their first meeting was messed up as well. The only reason for this can be because… of my appearance in the novel.

He held up the book so I could see how much of it he had read. “You’re reading my vampire romance?” Obviously, I knew this already, but I still couldn’t believe he actually had it in his hands. I was more than a little embarrassed. “Well, yeah,” Brandon said, pulling it away from me. “Fangs of Love by Amber Rose. It’s really quite interesting. I’m doing research.” He said it in an overly romanticized voice and I could feel my face turning red. “Just give it here,” I whispered, reaching for it again. He held it just out of my reach.

But when the phone rang, the message came through that the number was unreachable. At that moment, I froze, shocked by the result. Darcy breathed a sigh of relief, fully convinced I was a liar, and slapped me hard. Her long nails left deep scratches on my face, and the sting was unbearable. "Dare to dream, huh? You think you're going to be Mrs. Palmer? Who knows whose sugar daddy's number you're calling?" "He won't even answer your call. No wonder you're rushing to find another rich guy. Too bad for you, you've hit a dead end today."

“The Chateau. Any good?” “I like it. It’s about these two sisters who get trafficked working in a labor camp, and while the older sister is there, she falls in love with one of the guards…who ends up being more than a guard—and that’s as far as I’ve gotten.” He gave a slow nod. “That does sound good. You like romance?” “I read everything. I just finished Mistborn by Brandon Sanderson.” “I didn’t know you liked to read so much.” He continued to eat, but his eyes were glued to my face like he was truly enraptured by my words. He wasn’t half listening, but actually invested in what I had to say.