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Archiving the email, I move onto the next one reading it keenly. I am barely halfway through reading when a notification from Cassandra pops up. Groaning I open her email. This better not be anything work related. "Seriously?" I roll my eyes when I see a link to a celebrity gossip column. I don't pay attention to these lying sites anymore, all they do is twist words and degrade people's character. Sighing heavily I click it anyway to see what's so important for me to dedicate my time and energy into reading. Billionaire Playboy Xavier Danvers was Spotted Canoodling Another Eye Candy in Central Park.

It started to do weird things to my system. We walked past the Jogging Grandma, who had just returned from her daily run. "Is that your girlfriend?" she whispered to me because apparently everyone in the building knew about three lesbians from Russia living in Apartment 2B having a girlfriend, except they didn't know which one. Trust me, I didn't know which one either. "No, she's everyone else's girlfriend," I whispered back. "She only drops by every now and then to let me do her work." We found Celie bending over on the counter. Why was she leaning like that?

Jennifer: Shrug emoji. I decided to take a different tack. This time, rather than pick safe, general stories, I chose a bunch of different categories and sent my favorites from each. One was romantic, about a couple falling in love. The next was about a wife who sleeps with another man. Another had a husband bringing in his best friend for a threesome. I chose one that had some bondage (not my thing, but I picked a story that was highly rated). I sent a Lesbian story and a Gay male one (again, I relied on the ratings). I linked a story about watching two people have sex in the woods, and one about a girl riding a sybian for the first time. I skipped two categories: nonconsent and incest. As

I have always been able to trust Sammy. But how can I tell Sammy about how I am changing? How my interest in sex is pushing me beyond the normal limits that people have; how my Onlyfans account was veering further and further away from hers, which is strictly suggestive bathing suit pictures; how, when I masturbate now, which is currently about three times a day, all I can picture is my stepfather's face... my stepfather staring at me, his eyes glazing over with lust, as he cums? A wave of sadness washes over me. My stepfather, whom I love, and who now can't look at me because of the way I've been acting. The things I've done.

Sasha lowered her pussy onto Abegail’s waiting mouth. Abegail’s world narrowed to sensations. The weight of Sasha on her face, the taste of her on her tongue. The relentless, pounding drive of Kael’s cock splitting her open, hitting a spot deep inside that made her see stars. The slap of Leo’s balls against her chin. She was a vessel for their pleasure, and in turn, her own pleasure spiraled higher, coiling tighter than before.

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

Dr Brighton stood up frantically as he moved briskly to the photocopying machine, his shoulders dropped slightly with nose covered with thick sweat. “This can't be.” Vanessa’s eyes rolled from the ceiling to Mr Brighton. Why will my husband choose to keep a subject manner as sensitive as a vasectomy away from me? The question rang again in her head as she forced her trembling feet on the ground. Despite the air conditioner in the office Vanessa's face still streaked with sweat. She swirled to the chair pulling it in one touch and collapsing therein. Her feet stamp tapped beneath the floor as her fingers hovered through her phone as she typed a text to her attorney.

THEMES: Dark and Intense, Incubus- X- Human, Demon- X- Human, Filthy tone, Accidental demon summoning, Memory reading, Blackmail pre plot, Risky fuck, Public setting, Fucking in a Library, Aftercare, Revenge, Spell Gone Wrong, Spell circle, Trapped in a Spell circle rune.

He practically stole my dreams, he stole the love of my life. I was so heartbroken, I couldn't take it anymore. I couldn't bear seeing the woman I love happy with another man. I couldn’t spend one more day hearing about her fairy tale lover and how perfect he was. And so I left the city and went into hiding, nursing my broken heart. After I left, I kept seeing their posts online as they made their love story the centre of attention on the internet. I get heartbroken each time I come across their posts, so I deactivated all my accounts and went away from everyone and everything.

“Better than those dirty stories you write in your diary?” I winked at her and saw the coldness in her countenance. “I only write, I have never really experienced them.” “What do you write about then? Your fantasies?” “Even better…I write about how I fanstasize other people having sex.” I was dumbfounded. “Oh my goodness, that is the horniest thing I have ever heard.”