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she said sensually. She was sure he would say no. She knew he didn't like indoor sex. Her lover is a proper gentleman, so she knew he would disagree. In any case, she was only teasing him, so Danica was taken aback when Joshua quickly bit her ear and kissed her earlobe. "If that's what my queen wants, I'd gladly do it in a heartbeat," he said quietly, and the next thing she knew, she was already sitting on the hood of the car, her shirt up, showing her jiggling breasts. And Danica couldn't help but yank Joshua's hair out as he nuzzled one of her breasts while playing with the other with his palm. When Danica felt his tongue tickling her sensitive nipple, she sucked her breath and glanced up.

His stories made her so aroused she'd begun masturbating nightly, imagining herself in half of what she'd read. On an impulse, she'd sent him an email, confessing how much she enjoyed his stories about younger girls and mature men, asking what provided the stimulus - if he'd really had those kinds of experiences. He'd answered back two days later, thanking her for her compliments, and saying how nice it was to get positive feedback from readers.

Chapter 1: Caught Fucking Around Trigger warning: This story is raw, gritty. It's not the kind that pets you. It will strip you off your pride like a little dirty dog, take you to your peak and punish you harder. When you're done, your pussy won't be the only thing that leaks... your master's marks will be your new tattoo, and little puppy, you'll thank him for it. Drop now if you hate dirty stories with degradation. Britanny's POV

Dr. Hale Duek. OBGYN. I liked his online ad, and he was farther away from my side of town than any other doctor while still being in the same city. Hopefully, I wouldn't run into anyone I knew, and photographers would lose interest as I crossed the track into a less affluent part of the community.

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."

Chapter 1: Caught in the Act I straddled on Professor Blake’s lap in his office, my short plaid skirt shoved up around my waist, my soaked black panties hanging off one ankle like a dirty little trophy. His thick cock was buried deep inside my dripping pussy, stretching me open as I rocked my hips in slow, lazy circles, taking every inch of him with each roll. I’d never been one for hitting the books hard. Studying felt like torture, so I’d found a much more appealing way to keep my grades up, and it was simple, riding my professor raw for hours. And it happened to work every single time.

Easy access. The whole Uber ride to the coffee shop, I kept my thighs pressed together, acutely aware of how wet I was, how exposed I felt. Every bump in the road made the friction unbearable. I wanted to slide my hand between my legs and finish what I'd started last night, but I didn't. He'd told me not to come. So I wouldn't. Good little slut. Following Daddy's orders. I arrived at Brew Haven ten minutes early and ordered a latte I didn't want, just to have something to do with my hands. The coffee shop was busy—businesspeople on laptops, students studying, couples on dates. Normal people doing normal things.