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Especially Jake and Tyler. They were the closest to my brother. They were also the ones who gave me wet dreams. I noticed the way their gazes lingered on my legs whenever I wore shorts, the way they intentionally brushed past me whenever we passed each other in the kitchen. The tension was electric and I didn't know what to do with all that without seeming desperate. So like the normal person I was, I found solace in watching p**n. It was my guilty pleasure that no one knew about. And I didn't intend to let anyone know that I got myself off by watching other people getting fucked.

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I stopped mid-sentence, whilst telling Maha some story about my clinic; when I heard Sahar baji ask. "Uh..." That was the only thing that came out of my mouth combined with the utter blank look. "Yeah Noor. How many poor guys have you rejected so far?20? 30? 40???" Maha asked with a teasing grin. I turned my gaze away sheepishly.

One would think her humorous tales were just for laughs or to pad the word count, but by the conclusion, it became evident that she was laying out foreshadows throughout. While working on her first novel, "Mizzy" also wrote several short pieces, each around two thousand words, which she simultaneously published on ScribeSphere and shared on social media platforms. These bite-sized stories, light-hearted and humorous in tone, could be devoured in mere minutes. Their appeal was evident when they were repeatedly shared across platforms, gaining her a good number of followers. However, many read her short stories without noting the author behind them, completely unaware of "Mizzy."

Sophie pov I took off my skirt and slowly traced lines on my panties, not taking my eyes off the magazine, slowly flipping it to the next page. My breathing grew faster. It was an up-close picture of the woman having her pussy licked by the man. Fuck, I couldn't tease myself any longer. I pulled my panties to one side and slipped a finger into my pussy.

Speechless all I could do was stand there and stare at her pussy while the front of my shorts started tenting out. Even when she reached up and told me to help her up I couldn't stop staring. That's when it finally dawned on her what I was looking at. She closed her legs and asked me to help her again, only this time I noticed that her eyes were glued to the front of my shorts and she had a funny look on her face. Reaching down I helped her to her feet but pulled too hard causing her to slam into me. Instinctively I wrapped my arms around her waist to steady her. We both felt my cock pressing into her at the same time.

The lust between Dorian and the woman grew, until strangely Dorian thought he actually felt love. The dragon was about to do something drastic. Its schlong now hardened even more, to its ridiculous full length. It seemed to be at least 15 inches, with big scaly nuts, which looked like oversized grapefruits as they hung beneath him menacingly. Its cock sprang up like a snake between the woman’s legs, but instead of going to the front where her welcoming pussy waited, it edged its way towards the back.

Scenes where she called him her husband and begged to be used. In her stories, he had a name. Caleb. She whispered it while touching herself under the covers, her thighs slick and trembling as her fingers moved in rhythm with the words she’d written. She told herself it was harmless. That lots of people fantasized. That it was better this way. Safer. He didn’t know. He’d never know. Until the night they crossed paths at the corner store. It was raining. Mira’s hoodie clung to her neck, and her flip-flops slapped wet against the tile floor of the tiny market. She grabbed a can of soup, a bottle of wine, and turned toward the register—and froze.

Neither of us spoke for a while. We knew what just happened was crossing boundaries faster than light. He leaned forward, resting his forearms on his knees, dragging a hand down his face. A quiet, disbelieving laugh escaped him. “That…” he started, then stopped. He shook his head slightly, like he didn’t have the language for it. Like words weren’t built for whatever this was. I hugged my arms loosely around myself, suddenly aware of everything. The room. The air. Him. His presence filled the space differently now.

Tyler, quieter but built solid with those broad shoulders that tensed up when he got excited, and Alex, the storyteller who could turn any boring moment into something wild with his tales. We kicked off the night with a standard round of Never Have I Ever, sipping shots whenever someone hit a truth we had lived, but after a few cycles and the alcohol hitting harder, Sarah suggested flipping it to what she called the Extreme Edition, where instead of drinking for the things you had done, you stripped off a piece of clothing, and that idea got everyone nodding and grinning because the vibe was already charged with that tipsy flirtation. Clothes started coming off pretty fast after that, shirts