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he added. Elaine returned the smile. "Absolutely, Each book took me on a fascinating journey. I can't thank you enough for recommending such incredible titles." "It's always a pleasure to see someone genuinely passionate about reading. I'm glad I could be of assistance. By the way, we have a new arrival that you might find interesting. It's a collection of short stories by an acclaimed author." he suggested. Her curiosity piqued. "Oh, really? I'd love to take a look at it. Where can I find it?"

"I just needed some air." He nodded slowly, his eyes scanning me up and down in a way that wasn't creepy but definitely appreciative, lingering just long enough on my legs in these tight shorts to send a tiny spark through me before meeting my gaze again. "The air's better with company, especially at night in this city. Hop in, I'll give you a ride wherever you're going.”

Hiking and horny 🍆🍆💦💦💋 Chapter 1: Faking a cramp💦🫦 I’d driven out to the secluded state park for some fresh air and solitude or at least that’s what I told myself. In reality, I was craving something more thrilling…sex. I hadn't had sex for like two weeks now. I was wearing my favorite hiking outfit: tight black compression shorts that hugged my ass and thighs, a cropped white tank top that showed off my toned stomach, and a sports bra underneath. My long dark hair was tied in a high ponytail that swayed with each step.

The salt-kissed wind whipped through Lila’s hair as she stood on the wooden deck of the beach house, the sound of crashing waves filling her soul like a long-awaited symphony. After months of soul-crushing deadlines, toxic meetings, and a breakup that still stung like salt in a fresh wound, this was supposed to be her escape. Seven days of solitude, bare feet in the sand, and silence broken only by the ocean’s eternal roar.

Lucian's POV My eyes found Melissa who had just stepped out into the porch in her extremely tiny bikini thong and bra that left nothing to the imagination. I bit down on my lips as I trailed my eyes from her breast to her perfect waist. My hands itched to reach over and pull her into the water with me and trace the curves of her body with my hands or tongue. Fuck! Her waist, though. The way the bikini thong sat on it, like it was made to be there. Now, I was starting to regret why I have never suggested we come out for a swim earlier.

Jade stayed in Ohio with her grandfather, Johnathan and his brother, Garwin. She was nineteen years old and came visiting for the holidays for the first time in years. The small town, Haborsville was rumoured to be invaded by night creatures that were responsible for the death of atleast three people on a daily basis. But Jade visited still. She only believed it was mere superstition and the only thing killing people were either plagues from poor hygiene, an unknown disease or people themselves like thieves.

Lila stood completely naked in the middle of the small beach hut, her wet dress lying in a puddle at her feet. The lantern light flickered across her bare skin, highlighting the full curves of her breasts, the dip of her waist, and the smooth skin between her thighs. She felt exposed in a way she had never experienced before. Two strange men were staring at her openly, their eyes dark with hunger, and the storm outside continued to rage, thunder shaking the wooden walls.

I dropped the book in my hands, my other hand, finding its way to the crotch of my bum shorts. I grazed my fingers over the areas and the feeling had my eyes fluttering in pleasure. I grazed myself for a few more seconds, loving the trail of heat surrounding my folds. “Ahh…Ace, don't stop,” I moaned, my voice sounding a little clearer than the last as I pinched my nipple. I slipped my fingers into my shorts from the crotch area, biting hard on my lips to prevent my moan from sounding too loud. The moment my fingers touched me down there, a shuddery breath escaped my lips.

She wanted everyone to know that while the holy Father was dead, the town harlot was very much alive. Beside her stood Ruth-Ann. At eighteen, she was a masterpiece of untapped potential. While her friends spent their weekends getting sweaty in the backseats of trucks, Ruth-Ann had remained a fortress. Even with her boyfriend, Dante Grimes, the school's golden boy, she felt nothing but polite boredom. She glanced at her phone, seeing his latest text: 'So what do you say? Are you in or not?' Of course she wasn't in. The thought of Dante's mouth on her pussy made her stomach turn with a dry, clinical distaste. Why would people partake in such a disgusting act?

Chapter 2 “Okay, here’s the idea,” I continue, my throat dry so I grab my beer for a quick sip, the cool liquid doing nothing to calm the fire starting low in my belly. “We grab a jar or a bowl, whatever’s around, and everyone writes down dares on slips of paper. Dirty ones, the stuff we’d never admit out loud normally. Then we draw one at a time, and whoever pulls it has to do it. We set a timer if needed, but the point is to let go, see where it takes us.”