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Without you, the readers, I wouldn't have been able to tell their stories. Please feel free to reach out to me through my social media pages. On my Face book page as Maramartha. And on my Instaagram as maramarthaa. While keeping an eye out for Calum’s story: To Seduce My Stepbrother, you can check out my other completed stories; 1. Mr Reluctant Billionaire. 2. Mrs Reluctant Billionaire 3. Erotic Shades Of Passion: a short erotic anthology. (This one is just 42 chapters).

, it can be found on any book platform and unlike this book, Burning passion is a novella, so just sit back and enjoy a long blissful erotic stories THANK YOU AGAIN❤️!!

I would appreciate it I can receive some encouraging comments or just any kind of comments for this story. Stay safe and healthy. Have a great day. … PS: If you can drop by a website/app called Webnovel, please check out my other stories there Quick Transmigration: Saving The Crazy Villainess The Sinners’ Queen Oh My Ghost Lover (this one is also available here)

But if a doctor is as harsh as Mr miles, then I don't know what to expect. Hello, Good evening. How are you ever one. This is the second update of the day. Please Read my books and recommend it to your friends as well. My first short story is " My roommate wants a piece of me " it is completed and only a few coins are required to read. Write your comments in the comments section and I will write to you back. Thanks .

The first line read: She parted her thighs slowly, waiting for the warmth of his mouth to find her. “Oh,” I said before I could stop myself. She smiled. “Exactly,” she said, settling back into her chair. “It’s an erotic short story. I’d like you to analyze it. Language. Theme. Symbolism. That sort of thing.” “Right,” I said. “Of course.” “You okay?” “Yeah. Just… caught off guard.” “You’ll adjust.” She crossed one leg over the other. “Would you like to read it here? I thought we could go through it together. Just the first few pages.”

She didn't say a word. She just climbed into his bed, her shorts already gone. And they didn't play any games. Ember Thinking 1 credits remaining for today. Running low - upgrade your plan

“Like what you see? Truth or dare?” “Dare,” I said immediately, my hand itching to touch myself but holding back, the ache building unbearable. “Grind on my thigh. Keep those shorts on, but rub that pussy against me until you’re soaked through. I want to feel how wet you get.” He patted his leg, eyes challenging. I swung my leg over, straddling his thigh, the muscle hard under me as I lowered down, starting to rock my hips forward and back, the seam of my shorts pressing right against my clit through the thin fabric.

Most of them were old, had a pregnant belly and were so short. The other sisters quickly scattered in the courtyard when they noticed him but stayed where I was staring at this wonderful specimen. God’s wonderful creation. I wasn't afraid of him. Why would I? When he told me stories from the outside world. About lights that never flicker off, cars that roar like lions, and women who wear revealing clothes to show off their breasts and ass. He always laughs at my curiosity when I ask him questions. “What does the beach smell like? “Do people really kiss on the street? “Do women outside have my body shape?”

BEFORE YOU READ Nobody is coming to save you. Themes: Forced Proximity, Snowed In, Size Difference, Breeding Kink. This story features a possessive, reclusive hero who hasn't seen a woman in years. Expect primal play, rough sex, and intense possessiveness. (***) Gabrielle

Sleep shorts and panties were tugged down next—kicked into the shadows. Naked now, skin on skin, they pressed together—breasts flattening against each other, nipples brushing, sending sparks straight to their cores. Harper’s hand slid between Mia’s thighs—found her already soaked—two fingers gliding through slick folds, circling her clit in slow, teasing strokes. Mia bit her lip hard—trying not to moan. “Inside,” she whispered. “Please.” Harper pushed two fingers in—slow, deep—curling them upward to stroke that spongy spot. Mia’s hips bucked; her breath hitched. Harper added a third—stretching her—pumping steadily while her thumb rubbed tight circles on Mia’s clit.