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I wanted to push this man away from me, but I couldn’t do it because my hands would shake if I touched him. Damn it. I don’t want to touch anything! I don’t want to touch his chest and let my hands feel his hard body. I saw everything last night and I can confirm that this man does have a hard and… hot body. “Oh yeah?” Max stared at me with his sharp eyes. From the way he looked at me, everyone would immediately realize that this man was a womanizer. He was a playboy who could get any woman with his gaze and words. Unfortunately, I was just a teenage girl who didn’t understand adult life very well. I felt… crazy just from his gaze!

"The entourage only had women." "And what's wrong with that?" Archie frowned. "The Zogary Kingdom is known for having women on the throne or in power. Not that there aren't men, but women hold the power." "Yes, but I still don't understand what you really mean before." "They have sex with each other..." "W--- what?" "Exactly." "But that's an abomination... I could never imagine myself with someone of the same sex... Never..." "Yeah, Zogary women are like that. Not that they all have sex with women. Some have sex with both men and women, others just women... Anyway, the queen there is married but she never hid that she sleeps with women."

a man hissed probably unloading. “That’s right, unload your sack” Maxwell hissed, salmming into me, his movements quickes and cock swelling. “I could fucking get you pregnant” he shouted, bellowing thereafter. The dirty words made my ass clench hard on his swelling member as I struggled to get on all fours my cock purple. I reached under me weakly, holding my weight on one palm while I jerked my cock the words having a swell time in my head before I felt him spurt his seed into me.

My legs felt shaky as I descended the stairs, the cool wood against my bare feet doing nothing to calm the fire still burning between my thighs. The dream clung to me like a second skin, Alex’s thick cock stretching me open, his dirty growls in my ear, the way I’d moaned like a slut while he fucked me senseless in my own bed. My soaked panties rubbed against my swollen clit with every step, sending little sparks up my spine. I tugged the hem of my tiny sleep shorts down, but they barely covered anything. My thin tank top clung to my breasts, nipples still hard and obvious. Part of me hoped he’d notice. The other part was terrified he would.

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The alcohol was still thick in her veins, Rissa felt herself unraveling in slow, syrupy waves, her legs falling wider and hips lifting toward his hand when his rough fingers finally slipped between her thighs and found how embarrassingly wet she already was. “Fuck,” Ronan breathed, the word almost reverent. “All this for a man who won’t even look at you?” He worked her open with slow, merciless strokes, curling two fingers deep inside, while his thumb circled her clit in tight, unrelenting loops. Larissa’s head thrashed against the pillow, a broken sob caught in her throat every time he dragged against that spot inside her that made stars burst behind her eyelids. She was close, dangerously

Mara’s pussy was exposed, already slick from the anticipation that had been building since Sage texted her at 8:47: “Row 7. Seat 14. Wear the leggings. No panties after the first break.” Mara hadn’t worn panties at all. Sage’s breath ghosted over Mara’s inner thighs—warm, deliberate. She started slow. Just the tip of her tongue tracing the crease where thigh met groin. Up one side. Down the other. Never quite touching where Mara ached most. Mara’s fingers tightened around her pen until the plastic creaked. On screen, Professor Lang clicked to the next slide: “The Bell Jar as semi-autobiographical confession.”

Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction intended for adult audiences. It explores themes of religious taboo, power dynamics, and forbidden romance. It is not intended to reflect real-world religious practices or figures. All characters involved in romantic or sexual situations are consenting adults. ✴️✴️ The wooden pew was digging into Sienna's back. Saint Jude's smelled like wax and cold stone and something old she couldn't name. She hated this place. She hated the silence that wasn't actually silence, just fifty people breathing and pretending to be holy.

Just me, my nerdy glasses constantly slipping down my nose, and the three ripped, dangerously attractive stepbrothers I’ve done everything possible to avoid since they entered my life. Kai, Jax, and Ryker. All tall, heavily tattooed, muscular, and packing the kind of cocks I describe in vivid, vulgar detail in my secret online stories. The ones that made my anonymous account LunaLustWrites explode in popularity. Faceless videos of my body — heavy tits bouncing, my tight pussy stretched and creaming around thick toys, my ass arched high showing that small heart tattoo and distinct mole on my lower back. I write depraved taboo fantasies and film myself living them out in secret. No one knows t

The shop smelled like sex—musky, salty, mixed with the faint antiseptic that never quite left. I felt wrecked in the best way. Nipples throbbing sweetly under the bars, pussy tender and swollen, full of them. Every small shift sent another trickle down my inner thighs. I didn’t bother closing my legs. I liked feeling it. Liked knowing they’d marked me inside too. Jax reached up first, brushed a damp strand of hair off my forehead with his thumb. “You okay, birthday girl?” I nodded, voice hoarse. “More than okay.”