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“Oh god… fuck me, Mr. Collins… please! Give me your cock!” My fingers moved frantically, curling and thrusting while my thumb rubbed my swollen clit in tight circles. I was so close, moaning shamelessly now. “Yes… deeper… fuck your little virgin, Mr. Collins!” The bedroom door suddenly creaked open. Ria stood there in her tiny sleep shorts and tank top, arms crossed, an amused smirk on her lips as she watched me finger-fucking myself desperately. “Wow. Screaming my dad’s name while you finger your tight little pussy? That’s next-level thirsty, Maya.”

Together, they formed a circle of seduction, their scents—jasmine, musk, and lust—enveloping me. “Newcomer?” the brunette purred, stepping closer, her hand brushing my arm, sending shivers through me. I nodded, heart racing, my nipples hardening under the silk. “Let’s welcome her,” the blonde teased, guiding me to a plush chaise, the others closing in. The brunette kissed me deeply, her tongue exploring mine, while the redhead lifted my dress, her fingers tracing my thighs, slipping under my panties to rub my clit.

she chirped, clicking play. As the story unfolded, with its sweeping landscapes and tense romantic dialogue, she felt herself being drawn in. Then came the first intimate scene. It was artfully shot, but raw and passionate. A slow, warm flush began to spread through her body, a familiar ache of arousal coiling deep in her belly.

Pinky squinted to read it, her eyes tracing the loops and crosses. "Collection of short stories for ladies," the title read. "Stories of desire, of awakening, of the first time." Pinky blinked, her eyes widening as she read on. The handwriting was feminine, secretive, as if the writer were sharing her most guarded thoughts with only the pages. It was a confession. A revelation. As she began to read.

When they stopped, the rain had just subsided and Coreen figured it was dawn. "Why do we have to miss each other when we can always repeat it?" Coreen seduced her fiancè when she was done reminiscing and Royce grinned. "Wait! We're not done yet!" The photographer yelled behind them but they ran away while laughing. Coreen found happiness in Royce and she couldn't ask for more. Together, they will face the future with their child. . . . END * Next: Drunken Night with a Bartender Her ex cheated on her, so she wanted to drown herself with alcohol. She got drunk and found herself naked next to a Greek God who gave her the wildest and hottest night of her life.

Steam rose around them as he lifted one of her legs and slid into her from behind again. “Fuck, you feel so good,” Ara whimpered, her cheek pressed against the cool glass. “You’re getting addicted, aren’t you?” Damon taunted as he thrust deep and slowly, teasing her. “Every time you sit at that desk trying to write, you’re thinking about my cock stretching this tight cunt.” “Yes…” she admitted breathlessly. “I can’t stop thinking about it. I crave you even when I’m writing.” He started fucking her harder, pressing her breasts against the glass. His hand reached around to rub her clit in fast circles while he edged her cruelly, bringing her right to the brink, then slowing down.

The young woman sitting by me stopped her game and watched me rant in astonishment. When I ran out of angry words, she clapped her hands in succession, and it echoed in the silence. "Well said, Princess, but I think someone lied to you, just like they lied to some of them over there," she said, pointing to a point in the room's corner. "Over there in the blue dress is Princess Kit of the Blue Brook Pack. She was given away as an alliance gift to the Lycan King and found herself as a slave here the very next day. Following her is Princess Yvette from the distant pack region of the werecats. She was told that she was to be matched with the Lycan Prince. She has not gotten over the deceit that

She had pushed me away. The rejection stung more than I wanted to admit. I wanted her so badly — both as Scarlett and as Red Fox. I wanted to keep kissing her, to touch her, to finally show her the side of me I’d been hiding. But she was drunk, and I didn’t want to be the guy who took advantage of that. I reached for my phone, thumb hovering over the Sensual app. A private session with Red Fox would help. It always did. I could lose myself in her voice, her body on the screen, and forget the sting of being pushed away tonight.

We promised to meet online the next evening (his wife worked 12-hour shifts at the local hospital in the evenings from 7:00 pm, so he had all the time in the world to chat). As soon as I could, I rushed home from work, grabbed a snack, and went online to read his stories. He had 17 posted stories about man-to-man sex, and I found myself so aroused I jacked off three times as I read them. At 7:30, a message popped up on my screen: “lovingman” is calling.

How would I be able to become independent on my own and leave that annoying prison I call a house away from the evil bitch and her mother. If I agree to be his lover I will only be just a meaningless hookup to him and am sure he won't have feelings for a girl like me. Who am I kidding... Fairly tale don't exist in real life just on TV and story books. What was I thinking he would be the rich ,handsome Prince charming to sweep me off my feet ,fall in love and leave happily ever after. I really need to discuss this with somebody ...not to make the wrong decision. Ha! Angela...why didn't I think of that.