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So I just said, “It’s been a really long time since I’ve had any.” “Yeah, me too,” she said. That’s when her mom yelled at us to stop talking and get some sleep. We both yelled "okay” and turned over. We left the candle glowing in the corner so we could find our stuff in case we needed to go pee. Sleep wasn’t coming. Not after Sally’s vivid, no-filter storytelling about her sex life. She’d lit a fire in me that wasn’t going out anytime soon. It was too hot under the blanket. I kicked it off. I needed to cum—bad. I was still soaked just from listening to her.

My ride was already waiting outside. ***** Sitting in my room engrossed in the book I am reading. After the visit to Sarah's house, I got home and no one was home as usual. My parents are very busy people. My dad owned various oil companies in Different countries and of course had to travel from time to time. My mum is a businesswoman. She travelled a lot too. Hopefully, she'd be around tomorrow. Deciding that the book was starting to bore me. I opened the I*******m app and started scrolling through the posts.

“You love this. Hate me but love my cock wrecking you.” I bit my lip hard to hold back a moan as he curled those fingers right against my prostate. “We’re gonna get caught… shit…Marcus…” He pulled his fingers out and replaced them with his thick cock in one rough thrust. I gasped loud, the sound echoing off the tiles as he buried himself deep. “Quiet,” he growled, one big hand wrapping around my throat from behind. Not choking hard, just enough pressure to make my head spin. “You don’t want the whole team knowing their star striker takes rival cock like a whore, do you?”

In 1983 a Mrs Carson of New York was laid out in our coffin, presumed dead of hear disease. As mourners watched, she suddenly sat up, alive as you or I. Unfortunately her daughter dropped dead of fright on the spot. 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!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.

Story Note: “Room for One More” is a standalone short from my erotic collectiona mix of intense, sensual, and sometimes forbidden stories that explore the raw edges of desire. Each story introduces new characters, new fantasies, and unapologetically explicit encounters. This particular tale features a taboo dynamic between step-siblings, told with heat, dominance, and no holding back. Reader discretion is advised. *************************************************

Isabella had always known her uncle Tony was trouble, always gambling, taking heavy loans, shady deals, he was always one step away from disaster, but she never thought it would come to this. The men came at midnight, two of them, huge and dressed in black, they kicked the door open, grabbed Tony by the collar, and dragged him out, Isabella screamed, tried to fight, but one of them pointed a gun at her head and said, “Luca Moretti wants his money, your uncle can’t pay, so he’s sending you instead.”

I tried to crawl but then I fell on my back, weak as my muscles trembled in pleasure, my pheromone thickening around me. I heard rushed footsteps. Not one. Multiple. My heart sank rapidly, but that single sensation made heat spread violently as if, for some reason, I was looking forward to some relief. “What's that scent?” My ears caught onto the words, before three men came into view. They looked like soldiers who led slaves down to the quarry to work. Boots stained, face ….. I don’t have time to analyse, all I wanted was relief, but not from them. It had to be the alpha, that was the plan. These soldiers would shamelessly take me and offer nothing but brutality.

They looked really happy unlike me, my life sucks. Scott pulled over when he found a spot to park in. I got out of the car and Scott said to us,"In case you haven't noticed, he's coming back today." "Who?" I raised an eyebrow at him. "Luke." Luke Henderson, biggest jerk of all time. He had the looks anyone would want to die for. Looks that could kill. He's been arrested many times and last week was one of those many times. Behind every successful jerk, there is always a successful bitchass.

I have had a few relationships where I thought we were both feeling and thinking the same, but this is different. “What else is there you want to tell me about you?” Scarlett asked, looking straight into my eyes. “I’m not sure there is anything else for me to tell you. I live a pretty boring life,” I said, laughing. There are so many things that have happened in my life that I’m not quite ready to tell anyone about. I’m not even sure if I will ever be prepared to tell anyone. I need to change the subject. “If that is the story you are sticking to,” She laughed, “I will have that kiss now, please,” She added, licking her lips.

Shifting uncomfortably on her seat, she turned to him. " What do you want me to do now? I feel like I'm losing him and if that happens, neither of us will get what we want." " Which is why we need to team up, that way, we can be assured of out victory." He told her. Scarlett sighed, thinking it through. She really has nothing to lose in teaming up with him. Her only problem was Damien was a very dangerous man, maybe worse than her. He only does a good job of hiding it. Scarlett shivered, how did she get involved with a man.