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The ropes bit into her skin in pretty patterns, and the sight made my nipples tighten against my dress. My breathing was getting shallow. I could feel myself getting wet, the slickness between my thighs impossible to ignore as we moved from scene to scene. Alexander pointed out different kinks: a St. Andrew’s cross with a man being caned until his ass glowed red, a couple engaged in sensual wax play where hot drips made the woman gasp and writhe, a quiet corner where a Domme had her submissive licking her boots while she casually chatted with friends. Every explanation he gave was calm, but his voice grew rougher with each one. I noticed the way his hand froze at my back, his fingers occasio

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

Short terrifying stories that leave you insomnolent . . . definitely a must read to while away time and get sleepless with fear, hahaha. I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy! While you're at it, you can check out my other profile @KinahFeels.

“Okay. So how do I even start?” “Like any other conversation. Start slow. Let it simmer. You don’t go straight for the clit, right? You tease, you build it up. Do the same here. You could start with the classic ‘what are you wearing’ line, but if you want something that really works… tell a story.” “Story?” she echoed. “You mean, like, read erotica?” “No, I mean tell him something from your life. Something hot, or something that could have been hot if it’d gone just a little further. Something real—then spice it up. Let your imagination play with the memory.”

~Xavier’s POV I’m Xavier Hunt, nineteen, and if there’s one thing you should know about me it’s that I live to fuck. Holes, lips, curves, older women, eager classmates… it doesn’t matter. I’m a hole-fucker, through and through, and I don’t even bother hiding it. I left my last school for… reasons. Let’s just say the principal and three of her staff got a little too attached to me, and things got messy. Not my fault they couldn’t handle me, not my fault their husbands or boyfriends found out.

He thought there was something bad happening on her daughter until he heard Shaine moaning Raphael’s name… screaming that she wanted to be fucked hard by Raphael. That night, Shaine was so horny that she tried to call Raphael many times. Unfortunately, he didn’t answer any of her calls so she ended up having video call sex with her dad’s other friends—Alex, Marhenry, Noel, and Charles. She had three orgasm that night but still felt unsatisfied, she thinks that only Raphael’s cock would ease her lust. Shaine waited in their house for almost five days, when Friday came, she couldn’t afford to wait for another anymore so she rode a taxi and went to Raphael’s home.

Sophie pov Frank soon realised where my eyes rested, he quickly guided his dick back to his pants. "Don't..." I said before I could stop myself He gave me a look. "I mean, you'll get precum in your trousers. Whatever...". I murmured, turning away. "I'm frustrated,you know?. I haven't landed a large contract in years, even though I work so hard. I know I can't be a proper dad, or even have a house of my own..." Frank trailed when I noticed the bottle of alcohol beside him.

“Very. He is not… very human in the conventional sense. But the contract is clear: two days. You satisfy him fully. He fights. You leave. Seventy thousand dollars. Cash. In a duffel bag the moment you step out Sunday night.” I looked across the small living room. My six-year-old brother, Noah, was asleep on the couch, thumb in his mouth, tiny chest rising and falling. My eleven-year-old brother, Liam, sat on the floor doing homework by the light of a single lamp because we couldn’t afford to run the ceiling fan tonight. He looked up at me with those too-serious eyes. “Who’s on the phone, Sara?” “Just work,” I lied. I stood and walked into the kitchenette.

I limped into the lobby of Graham & Associates, soaking wet and smelling like a sewer, looking like the before picture in a laundry detergent commercial. When the elevator doors opened on the forty-fifth floor, my coworker and only friend, Sarah, gasped. "Wendy! What happened? You look like terrible." "The Buggy died. My shoe died. My dignity is currently in a gutter on Forty-Second Street," I panted, clutching the coffee cup like a holy relic. "How is he?" Sarah winced and leaned in close. "Mr. Grumpy Pants has been asking for you. He needed you in his office twenty minutes ago. He's in a fire-everyone-and-salt-the-earth mood."

I furrowed my brows and stared wearily at him. Ian and Sheila laughed, but Shawn just rubbed the back of his head. “You see fireball, Shawn here has quite a reputation here on campus. He's more of a ladies man. He doesn't date. It's always just a smash and pass situation.” Sheila explained. “So just to clarify. He uses girls then dumps them?” I ask. “Not precisely. It's something he's always stated, so girls know there's never anything in it for them. Just fun, mind-blowing sex and… yeah.” Ian said simply as he scrolled through something on his phone and Sheila flicked his nipples.