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My breasts were so swollen and sensitive that each flick of his tongue caused lightening to strike in my p***y. ‎ ‎I was so turned on that my p***y clenched in on itself and ached with the need to be touched too. He released my n*****s and I lay back on my elbows as he began nibbling my ribs and working his way down my stomach. He stopped at my belly button and he licked the water that had pooled there. I drew in my breath imagining his tongue delving deep in my p***y. His mouth moved downward and in the same swift motion as before, he loosened the straps of my swimsuit bottom and flung it to the side with the bra. He stared at my p***y for long before whispering.

STORY FIVE Gina’s POV Yayy! I'm getting fucked tonight! My name is Gina, and I had missed my boyfriend so much it hurt. I arrived at the train station early, my heart racing with anticipation. The place buzzed with the usual chaos; announcements crackling overhead, travelers rushing past with suitcases in tow—but my mind was elsewhere.

He just hoped that this was the start of something new, not the end of a potential good relationship… THE END AUTHOR'S NOTE. Hello lovelies. I trust you guys are doing great. So, I decided to finally start this project after putting it off for a year now. This is like a collection of my readers' suggestions and stories. You tell me what you want as the next story, and I write the prompt of the lucky person. So far, I have 20 prompts from my readers from platforms, 19 when you exclude the already uploaded one. Updates for this series will be twice or thrice a week, with a full upload of a story, not chapter-by-chapter updates, depending on my school schedules.

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.

Until now, strange short stories had only very short stories. But from volume two I intend to add stories that have 10 to 20 captains as well. These stories are not so long nor have so much visibility as a separated book. For this reason, I decided to move all then into strange short stories, that is already a storybook of different themes.

it was an erotic story ,titled the hot kidnapper) I raise an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in my eyes. I push off from the desk and walk closer, my heels clicking on the floor. “A story, huh? You think you can just walk in here and write a tale for me? How about you show me what you’re made of first? Tell me, what’s your fantasy? What gets you going in the dark?” I lean in, my breath warm against your ear, my large breasts pressing against your arm. (Pushing the paper to you I ask you to read it aloud ,you cheeks turn a faint red as you try to explain you brought the wrong story,I press a finger to your lips shushing you and telling you to read, you read it all)

Without you, the readers, I wouldn't have been able to tell their stories. Please feel free to reach out to me through my social media pages. On my Face book page as Maramartha. And on my Instaagram as maramarthaa. While keeping an eye out for Calum’s story: To Seduce My Stepbrother, you can check out my other completed stories; 1. Mr Reluctant Billionaire. 2. Mrs Reluctant Billionaire 3. Erotic Shades Of Passion: a short erotic anthology. (This one is just 42 chapters).

“Relax Lara, you're allowed to look. You're an adult right?“ He asks with a tilt his head, still wearing that predatory smile, like he is playing with me and strangely, I like it. “Lara?“ He calls my name, “yes…I'm an adult” I respond as I lick my lips nervously. “That's my favorite one” he says, nudging his chin towards the magazine behind me. Blushing deep red, I bring it out reluctantly, I've been caught. “I think you should read out loud to me“ he says and my brain goes offline instantly. “W-what?“ I whisper. “Come on, stepsis” he says, “it would be so much fun” he adds. Can I really read these out loud?

The frustration I’d been carrying for months—Sarah’s endless trips, the cold bed, the way she barely touched me anymore—felt heavier in the quiet. We talked about safe things at first. Her grad program. My latest project at work. How the cabin’s owner had overdone the rustic charm with all the plaid blankets and antler decor. The wine went down easy. A second glass followed. Then a third. Millie’s laughter came easier as the bottle emptied. She told me about a disastrous date she’d gone on last month. It was about some guy who spent the whole dinner talking about his fantasy football team. I chuckled, but my mind kept drifting to how her lips looked wet from the wine, how the sweater had sli

Chapter 2: Reconciliation "It's pouring outside." Gina said while watching the rain and shivered at the cold, despite the heat coming from the chimney. She glanced at the unaffected wolf and snorted. "It must be nice having a thick coat of fur, huh?" Sam purred, wanting to invite her for a cuddle, but of course, Gina wasn't able to get the message and wrapped herself with a thick blanket, proceeding to type away to finish her novel. She only has a week left to finish her deadline before her editor kills her for real.