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*makes sobbing noises* Thank you for your time and patience and for diving into the world of werewolf stories that I created, where sometimes it’s best to accept that not all love deserves a second chance (or a third). Just like the common saying that says "The grass is greener on the other side", in my werewolf stories collection you can also find that sometimes, the moon is brighter on the other side—and that pertains to the idea that a brighter future can be found in someone else’s eyes. Anyway, keep reading more books (even if it’s not mine). Also, if you’d like to read a sneak peek of my next werewolf romance fantasy collection, just scroll down.

There’s no coming back after crossing that line. She scooted a little closer, pushing my shorts towards my crotch, her bare skin leaving a hot trail against my bare thighs. Her face reddened, either from embarrassment or arousal. Maybe both. That little detail made my heart thump wildly against my ribcage. It was so loud that I had a feeling she could hear it. Her soft hands cupped my cheeks, tilting my chin up a little so I could face her, and I let her, because who could resist her?

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Damien leaned in closer, his breath brushing against my ear as he spoke. “Be a good girl and spread your legs for me, Serena. Don’t make me ask twice.” My legs slowly fell open again, almost like they had a mind of their own. My hands were shaking as I slid one back between my thighs, gently rubbing my swollen, aching clit. Damien watched every movement with hungry eyes. “Louder,” he ordered. “Moan like you were before. I want to hear how much of a needy little slut you really are.” A broken whimper escaped my lips as I pushed two fingers inside my soaked hole, slowly pumping them in and out while rubbing my clit with my other hand. This is just like the books I read… am I not lucky?

Not so fast I promised to ride him to ecstasy and that’s why we’re here. I pulled my cock away from his mouth, lifted him gently to his feet and crashed my lips against his wet pink lips. I grabbed his cock 6 inches not so bad for a guy his age, I squeezed it lightly. “Ohh” he moaned in between the kiss our tongue rolled against each other in a fierce pleasurable battle. His hand found it way to my chest rubbing me everywhere, he touched my nipple and I stiffened. I couldn’t ignore this heat no more. I break the kiss and lifted him up I placed him on the couch and I undid his belt, I removed his trouser down to his short and I flung them to a corner of the room.

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Until my cock throbbed painfully between my legs. I set the brush down. I walked to the bathroom door. I opened it. Steam billowed out. Five women turned to look at me. Water streaming down their bodies. Hair plastered to skin. Eyes dark with lust. I stepped under the spray. They surrounded me. Elena kissed me first. Deep. Hungry. Sophia pressed against my back. Her tits against my spine. Her hands sliding down to stroke my cock. Tara dropped to her knees. Sucked my balls into her mouth. Lila and Mei pressed against my sides. Their small hands roamed my chest. Pinched my nipples. Licked my neck.

Hi, everyone! This is Curvy Writes, and first things first: I need to take a deep, dramatic bow and then just collapse on the nearest couch. Because, people, we did it! I just want to say a massive, soul-hugging, confetti-tossing THANK YOU to every single one of you who has been reading my short story, "In Her Skin." Seriously, from the bottom of my slightly exhausted but extremely grateful heart, thank you. You guys have been the absolute best audience a writer could ask for.

I shouldn’t have come to work today. If it were up to me, I’d still be curled up in bed, lying in frustration. But here I was, slumped lazily behind my desk, forcing myself to look busy. Forcing myself to work. I flipped through a stack of assignments, from the freshmen literature class, anything to distract myself from the restless ache burning between my thighs. That was when I saw it. Noah’s paper. The instructions I had given were simple: write a short romance story of your choice. Most students had submitted predictable storylines,—sweet shy crushes, innocent first kisses. But Noah’s title stopped me cold.

ADRIAN I’d made a lot of regrettable mistakes in my twenty-seven years of existence. At the very top of that list was agreeing to be in a five-year relationship with someone who would end up being a liar and a cheater. But I was beginning to realize that wasn’t even my worst mistake— and that was saying something. My absolute worst mistake had to be hooking up with a random stranger I met in a club. And not just any random stranger, a stranger that turned out to be my student.