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His cold expression held no traces of fear as he glanced between his friends, from the couple among them to those who were always at each other's throats. “Signing an online form to consent to consensual-non-consensual sex with strangers isn't the wildest thing we’ve done together.” He scolded but Mike was so fear-stricken that he refused to be shut up. “Yeah, but not in a fucking haunted mansion—” “I said it’s not a fucking haunted mansion,” Gem interrupted him, kicking him in his shin. Mike groaned in pain and she quickly rushed to him, her hand wrapped around him. “Are you alright?”

“That would make me feel… weird. Just thinking about it. Your mouth… there.” “On your pussy?” I teased deliberately, savoring the way she flinched at the word. She nodded once, her cheeks burning. “It’s… where I pee. It’s disgusting.” I smiled, brushing her hair back from her face. “You think so? Or are you just scared?” Clara shut her eyes tight. “It’s not normal.” “Neither are we,” I whispered. Then, softer, almost like a promise, “Why don’t you let me show you? Watch me take you somewhere you’ve never been. Watch the heaven I’ll give you.”

He asked politely as he looked from me to Tasha for approval. “ Why not? The more, the merrier.” Tasha replied and Arnold stepped in to walk beside us, making me the middle man. “Alright so it's time for some midnight stories from dear Arnold, anything you have for us Arnold?” Tasha asked Arnold, who smiled. He was obviously pleased with her words. “Hm… I could share my experience killing the strange creatures that live here. Okay, what is your opinion of the scariest and strangest creature?” Arnold asked as he folded his arms.

Chapter 1 The bookstore smelled like fresh coffee and old paper, the way it always did on event nights. Elena Reyes stood at the front of the packed reading room, microphone in hand, watching twenty kids and their parents lean forward as she finished the last chapter of the bedtime story. Laughter rippled through the crowd. A little girl in the front row clapped so hard her pigtails bounced. Then her phone buzzed on the podium. Once. Twice. Three times. She ignored it until the applause died down. Only then did she glance at the screen.

My pussy clenched around him in rhythmic waves, milking him, and he followed moments later. His release filled the condom as he drove into me one final time, his body shuddering against mine, his breath stopping, then returning in ragged gasps. We stayed there, tangled, breathing. His forehead pressed against my neck. My fingers traced the scar along his ribs. "How'd you get this?" I asked. "Fell off a wall when I was seventeen." "Were you running from someone?" "Running toward someone." He lifted his head. "Bad habit. Getting worse."

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.

"Wearing these tiny shorts. Looking at me like you want me to bend you over right here." Sara leaned back against him. Feeling how hard he was. "Maybe I do." His hand slid down her stomach. Lower. His fingers slipped beneath the waistband of her shorts. He found her bare and already soaked. "Fuck," he groaned softly. "You are dripping for me." His fingers circled her clit slowly. Sara bit her lip to keep from moaning. Her parents were just in the next room. "Callum," she whispered. "We cannot." "Tell me to stop then," he challenged. His fingers moved faster. "Tell me you do not want your stepbrother’s fingers inside you."

Here's your breakfast, eat up before they get cold" she said happily, thank you we all said, just then she was about to open the windows, I vamp sped towards her and held her hands "How did you do that she asked surprised" I was about to compel her but I asked myself "what's the need of compelling her? I told her the truth about us being vampires of centuries from Transylvania "Wow, are you really serious, I have been doing research on them but all my efforts were in vein, you are allergic to sunlight and garlic bulbs right and mostly feed on human blood and can't resist feeding on them right, I hope you don't feast on us" she said giggling

Anywhere but there. She noticed him move, her throat emitting a muffled whimper. She quickly closed her eyes, praying that whatever was about to happen to her would be short and painless. It would've been better if he just killed her now. At least then she would escape this horrifying nightmare. She suddenly heard him laugh from a distance, one of her eyelids peeling open to take a peek. Noticing the complete darkness surrounding her. "Night night, little mouse. Don't let the scary creatures bite you,"

I smile hoping if I repeat that Asher and all of those men that were fighting to keep us safe would deal with those people, none of us would need to worry. “But how do we not worry?” Another asks me standing up and walking into the middle of the room, all of them still in their pyjamas, this telling me they all must have been tucked up in bed when all of this started. “There are many things we can do to stop the scared feelings, I know a story that my mummy told me when I was younger to stop me worrying about monsters, would you like me to tell you it too?” I ask looking at all of them which did peak their interests, a few begin to walk over and sit in front of me to listen, after a little w