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And that was the birth of our dirty little secret. I walked over to where he sat on his table, my eyes fixed on his dick. “I came to submit the book review” I said, looking up at his face. He nodded, trying to regain composure. I saw how much he was struggling and on intuition, I placed the printed papers on his desk and placed my hands on his thighs gently. His eyes, hooded with desire, peered deep into mine. He grabbed my wrists and asked tentatively : “Will you?” He hadn't been specific but I knew what he meant. I understood his language. Without hesitation, I walked over to his door and locked it.

Sunna screamed with frustration. "By the way I am Nikhil" "Oh , Hello" Sunna said nervously. She didn't notice Nikhil's face . She was nervous and worried about being stuck in the dark with a stranger. She had some bad experiences with men in the past and she didn't want this one to turn out like that. Soon the light came and they heard an announcement "The technical problems are now solved . Thank You for your cooperation." As soon as light came Nikhil started staring at Sunna's flawless long legs. She has the most beautiful legs he has ever seen . Then his eyes drifted to her chest and her deep cleavage. He was undressing her from his eyes .

[A lady explores the world of control in a BDSM club and she surrenders recklessly.] •••••••••••• Plaything... Just the thought of the word sends a rush of heat between my thighs, making me wet. It’s been months since I’ve allowed myself to be used like a plaything by strangers while being consumed by their hunger for me. Lately, the urge to submit has been building inside me, relentless and gnawing at my core.

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I felt my pussy contract at his words, grasping at something that wasn’t there yet I desperately craved. “Just focus on the stars, baby.” he licked up and down my neck while his fingers finally parted my folds, finding my clit. He rubbed the bundle of nerves until I shook. I stared up at the ceiling as shooting stars and comets zipped by. I felt myself getting close, as if I could join those heavenly bodies up in the sky.

Because twenty minutes earlier, while Rafael was still recovering on the couch, I had opened the Concierge app and placed a new order: Second companion. Tall. Heavily built. Tattooed. Rough and nasty. High stamina. No limits. I wanted to be greedy tonight. I had barely finished my second lobster tail when the knock came. My pussy throbbed in anticipation. “Answer the door,” I told Rafael, licking butter from my fingers.

Chapter 1 Jax’s POV. Late afternoon light slanted through the floor-to-ceiling windows of my bedroom, turning the whole place into a fucking furnace even with the AC humming. I was sprawled shirtless on my king bed in nothing but loose gray shorts, the new script for Raw Exposure open on my lap, and my cock was already rock-hard and leaking like a desperate slut just from reading the first few pages.

These are the questions a bookstore owner face when a mysterious book shows up. Samurai and Other Stories by William Meikle—No one can handle Scottish folklore with elements of the darkest horror, science fiction and fantasy, suspense and adventure like William Meikle. The Dark at the End of the Tunnel by Taylor Grant—Offered for the first time in a collected format, this selection features ten gripping and darkly imaginative stories by Taylor Grant, a Bram Stoker Award® nominated author and rising star in the suspense and horror genres. Grant exposes the terrors that hide beneath the surface of our ordinary world, behind people’s masks of normalcy, and lurking in the shadows at the farthest

Selene said. "You can say that." They looked at the expanding universe in front of them, "Once this dimension reaches a particular size, the universe where Francesca is, it would start to shrivel up and people would start dying." Selene observed. Tristan's brows furrowed,"But how? I am not the Endymion that you know. We are not in love. This couldn't possibly be a perfect universe for both of us. So this should not work. I'm also not the real Tristan. Veronica says I should disintegrate after a week or so."

I stared at him, my mind a complete blank. “I find you intriguing,” he continued, his voice a low, hypnotic rumble. “And I am a man who acquires things that intrigue me. I’m prepared to make a considerable donation to your little journal. Enough to fund it for the next decade. In exchange, I don’t want an interview. I want you.” My heart stopped. “You… want me?” “I want your submission,” he clarified, his tone leaving no room for misunderstanding. “I want to explore that… responsiveness. I will teach you about your own body, about pleasure, about pain. It will be a dominant/submissive relationship. Governed by rules. By a contract.”