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She likes it when he is rough on her. Rome's gaze was drawn to her clothes when their lips separated again. He yanked her clothing down quickly, although it was clear that he was trying hard not to rip it. Rome was impatient, so she anticipated him to ruin her clothes, as he always did when they made love. Fortunately, Rome appeared to have known she had no spare garments in case he wrecked her clothes. After removing her garments, Rome claimed her lips again while his two palms fondled her breasts. Then Rome kissed her on the neck from her lips. He kissed, lapped, and sucked every part of her neck that would leave a mark, and Channy's breathing sped when Rome's fingers began to play with he

Author's Note This book is a short compilation of erotic stories. Please note that not all entries are heavily erotic—some lean more toward emotional moments, dramatic tension, or character interaction. Also, 99% of these stories don’t follow a traditional plot, so don’t be confused if there's no clear beginning, middle, or end. They’re written more for mood, moments, and expression than full narratives. Enjoy the ride,no overthinking needed. 😉 ********************************************* Kael didn’t wait.

TALES OF INSTANT LUST - SHORT READS Preface Greetings, Reader Welcome to a world where passion flares up in the most unexpected places, where lust takes the stage, and where desire never waits. The concept behind "Tales of Instant Lust" was that not all love stories have to be quiet or poetic. Irresistible chemistry, unsaid tension, and raw hunger can sometimes express more than a thousand romantic words ever could. Designed for people who want their fantasies to be served quickly, hot, and unrestrained, these stories are brief, intense, and explicitly sexy.

Chapter 2: Finger fucking in class I walked into Professor Harlan’s lecture hall the next morning wearing my shortest skirt yet, my heart pounding with excitement. I had no panties underneath, it was just my smooth, bare skin that was already getting slick from the thrill of what I planned to do. After yesterday’s little show in Blake’s office, I knew I had his attention, and now I was going to push him further.

The air within the antique store did not smell merely of old paper and dust; it smelled of centuries, and tonight it pulsed with a promise that caused Elara's skin to shiver not from fear, but from a dull, thrumming excitement. She had come in from the rain, wanting to get away from the rattle of thunder and the sudden summer storm, but she had discovered something far more fascinating waiting behind the register: two men who were far more than they seemed.

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The corner is bent. “I don’t even know where to start,” I say quietly. Logan grabs a handful and settles in beside me. “Let’s just… pick one and go.” We read out loud, switching back and forth. Some letters are long, pages and pages. Some are barely two lines. “‘Dear Shortstuff002, I read your story at three a.m. when I couldn’t sleep because of the nightmares. I haven’t been the same since. Thank you for putting what I felt into words.’”

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He came to find her at nine. She was on the window seat with one of the brown-paper books, the Japanese short stories, reading the third one which was about a man who collected other people's lost umbrellas and kept them in a room he never entered. The rain had come back properly, the committed kind, hitting the windows in gusts that made the apartment feel more enclosed than usual, more like a place you were in by choice rather than circumstance.

I would then watch some milf p**n and get off before I went to bed. Opening my eyes, I cleared my mind and re-read the first half of the story. I then started to type. The first few sentences were forced, but as time went on, I caught on and my fingers started to blur across the keyboard. As always when I wrote I became immersed in the story and got more into than I had thought I would. When I typed the words "The End" I sat back and after rubbing my tired eyes was surprised to see it was ten fifteen.