Sarah Paulson Young

"Please, stop pushing. I can't take this anymore." The concert venue is packed tight. A man behind me keeps pressing into my backside. I'm wearing a mini skirt today with a thong underneath, and it only makes the situation worse. He lifts my skirt and presses himself against my hips. As the atmosphere heats up, someone in front of me slams into me, and I stumble back a step. My body stiffens as I feel like something just slid inside me.

In the bedroom, I am being manipulated into various positions. A strange man reaches out toward me and fondles my body roughly with his callused hands. He leans in closer and tells me to relax because it will help release the milk quickly. The man before me is my husband's best friend. He was hired to be my lactation therapist. His hands roam across my waist slowly and pause right at my chest. I can hear him saying in a hoarse voice, "I'm going to start massaging here." I can't help but shudder before closing my eyes tightly.

"Does riding a horse feel good?" The saddle jolted beneath us as the horse trotted along. I steadied myself by holding the slender waist of my friend's alluring wife. Her skirt fluttered constantly in the wind. My friend was in a nearby house, completely absorbed in a card game—while right in front of him, I was out riding a horse with his beautiful, delicate young wife…

After arguing with my husband, Percy Egan, over our intimacy incompatibility, I decide to stay over at Katie Langdon, my best friend's house for the night. Unexpectedly, Katie's husband, Stefan Foley, has returned from his business trip on the same day. Having mistaken me for Katie, he crawls over my prone body instantly and begins groping me everywhere. Strong waves of pleasure as well as Stefan's scent attack me from all sides. Dizzy from the sensations, I find myself panicking because of how abruptly these powerful yet foreign feelings are overwhelming me. Meanwhile, Stefan's huge member keeps wedging against me. It makes me feel as though it can kill me just by penetrating me. For the first time ever, my body trembles in a mixture of fright and anticipation.

Deborah was abused all her life. During her childhood, she was mistreated by her stepmother and stepsiblings, causing her to lose her ability to speak due to the trauma. As an adult, she thought things would change when she married the man she loved, Roger Peterson, but he hated her with a passion and considered her a nuisance for being mute. Roger was always distant and never cared about the pain he caused her. Instead, his attention fell entirely on his childhood sweetheart, spoiling her and making her his mistress. Afraid of being alone, Deborah endured her marriage to Roger for three years, thinking that if she loved and understood him, he would notice her worth and leave his mistress. But she soon realized that would never happen and had reached her limit. Deborah wanted a divorce to seek her own happiness. Even if Roger refused to out of pride, she wouldn't give up because she had found a reason to fight for her right to live a happy life.

Deborah a été maltraitée toute sa vie. Pendant son enfance, elle a été maltraitée par sa belle-mère et ses demi-frères et demi-sœurs, ce qui lui a fait perdre sa capacité à parler en raison du traumatisme. À l’âge adulte, elle avait pensé que les choses changeraient lorsqu’elle épouserait l’homme qu’elle aimait, Roger Peterson, mais il la détestait parce qu’elle était muette. Roger était toujours distant et ne se souciait jamais de la douleur qu’il lui causait. En plus, son attention s’est entièrement portée sur son amour depuis son enfance, la faisant sa maîtresse. Craignant d’être seule, Deborah a enduré son mariage avec Roger pendant trois ans. Elle avait pensé que si elle l’aimait et le comprenait, il remarquerait sa valeur et quitterait sa maîtresse. Mais elle s’est vite rendu compte que cela n’arriverait jamais et avait atteint sa limite. Deborah voulait divorcer pour chercher son propre bonheur. Même si Roger refusait de le faire, elle n’abandonnerait pas parce qu’elle avait trouvé une raison de se battre pour son droit de retrouver une vie heureuse.

My mother ran an adult novelty shop. One afternoon, exhausted, I crashed at the store to rest, only to end up accidentally trapped in one of the shop's new specialty beds. When our neighbor, Clarissa Hartley, stopped by to settle her bill, she somehow mistook me for the latest product... and actually started pulling off my pants.

The bedroom was dark, and I was holding my wife's hand, feeling like I wanted to do something a little daring. But as I moved her hand, she suddenly stopped me, her hand trembling slightly. When the movie ended and the lights came on, I was shocked to realize that the person beside me wasn't my wife, but our neighbor, Lesley Mendoza...

"Wait… sir, I can't…" While I was performing physical therapy on a patient, the vest I was wearing accidentally tore. In front of the patient's guardian, it exposed my sweat-dampened body. The man's gaze settled on the soft curves that had sprung free, his eyes dark and unreadable. When he pressed me against the mirror and made me watch my own reflection—my body left in disarray under his relentless attention—I knew then that everything was about to spiral into an uncontrollable abyss.

Mia and Maya Moonstone are twin sisters and daughters of the Alpha of the Skye pack, one of the weakest pack in America. With their pack on the brink of collapse, their father makes a desperate bid to save it by agreeing to marry Maya to the ruthless Alpha Logan. But fate intervenes when Maya falls into a coma after a tragic accident, just one day before the wedding. With their pack’s future in danger, Mia is forced to take Maya’s place and marry the ruthless Alpha Logan, agreeing to a 91 day marriage until her sister awakens. But what happens when Maya wakes up and discovers her sister is now married to the man who was meant for her? Will Mia be forced to surrender the alpha who has capture her heart or will she be willing to risk everything to be with him?