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I wouldn’t know since I haven’t had any experience, the urge to tell him nips at me that this is like my first. But I don’t want to ruin the mood with my inexperience but am sure he wouldn’t care if I interrupt him either but then my embarrassing non existent sex Life seems to have catch up on me. It’s going to be fine! Smut books aren’t that far off from the truth, because at the end of the day… They do always fit inside!

"Just call me when you need help" "Sure" I smirk puffing out smoke from my cigarette *Guys any message for the author of this book?"

The council had accepted my explanation with varying degrees of skepticism, but none of them pushed too hard, afraid of what they might uncover if they looked too closely at the monster living among them. Now I sat alone in my hotel room, the treaty negotiations finally concluded, free to return home but finding reasons to delay. My phone rested on the desk, Sandra's contact information pulled up on the screen, and I'd been staring at it for the past hour. My thumb hovered over the call button, indecision paralyzing me, because what the fuck would I even say? 'I just killed twenty-three people to protect you and enjoyed every second of it.' 'Some dying wolf said you'd be the end of me and I

She cleared her throat, over-enunciating as though performing Shakespeare at the Globe Theatre. “Love isn’t patient, love isn’t kind… it’s fire, and it burns everything it touches.” She looked at me expectantly, starry-eyed. I wanted to slide under the table and melt into the floor. Was this real life? Was I being forced to quote my own tortured prose like a trained parrot? “Um.” My voice cracked. “Yes, that… that does sound like something I wrote.” “It is!” another boy shouted. “Page two seventy-three, right after the betrayal scene! I highlighted it!”

Good. I lit the cigarette before he spoke. Let the smoke fill the room, thick and slow, like poison dressed in perfume. “You’re early,” I said. Flat. Unimpressed. “I don’t answer to you,” he replied. Wrong. “You do now.” I didn’t look at him. “Close the door.” He did. Smart boy. Behind me, the wall was lined with shelves of rare books, ones not listed in the inventory. Banned philosophies. Torture manuals. One of them still had dried blood between the pages.

And a serpent doesn’t even a tightening in the chest at the thoughts of snitching on the monster. I grit my teeth, forcing my gaze to focus on the book that I don’t notice the presence behind my back until a deep gravelly voice brushes my ear. “Ah. Shakespeare.” He leans in, and I get a whiff of his intoxicating scents, danger, taboo, and expensive leather, reminding me of yesterday when he was buried deep inside me. “Not smut today?” “Yeah, well—” I pause and look back at me. “How do you know it’s called smut?”

“But I need to practice my descriptions!” “What?” Nate asked. “Descriptions for my books,” Rose took a bite of her cheese sandwich.`Kam and I rolled our eyes at the same time. “Rose, I swear those books you read are just porn with a plot,” Kam grumbled. I couldn’t help but grin. He’s not wrong. From what Rose has told me, her web books are filled to the brim with sex, sex, and more sex. “Stuff like, ‘The orgasm was so intense, I felt the ground rumble,’ right?” Nate said as he rolled his eyes. “Shit like that is in my ma’s paperback romances.”

by Damn, you can know how excited I was that at least I would be with this bitch who claims to be innocent. So here we are going through the books in the library to find a chosen topic. She was wearing her sunglasses, she took them off and unbuttoned her shirt, saying the library was hot, and her cleavage came into view. I lost my concentration fuck, it is too disturbing to keep staring at the cleavages, but I have to act as a man in her presence, so we move to the corner of the shelf where history books are stacked and rare to check.

“I’m sure you won’t have that.” “If marks that can’t be removed and bad smells can be considered an omen, then it’s already started,” I said bluntly. “But go on, I won’t interrupt, and I promise not to push.” She looked nervous, and I knew I had come across as bolshy already. “I mean, the library might have that book you mentioned. I just wanted to hear it from someone who lived here.”

"One last one for the road. She shattered under his touch, a quick, sharp orgasm rippling through her, pussy clenching on nothing, juices slicking his fingers. Jax grinned, feral and satisfied, bringing them to his mouth for a final taste. SLUT SQUAD!! If you are reading this, you're pronounced "Dirty Slut Seeker" part of the Dirty Slut Seekers! We all have fantasies don't we? Bet your cock's throbbing, or your pussy's soaked right now, panties shoved aside as you read every single filthy fuck dream. Did you edge or cum untouched, or touch yourself? Drop your own fantasies here, readers. Tell me in the comments: What would you do if you were Zelda right now? Beg for more? Spill your dirtiest