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🔞⚠️Rated 18+ | Mature Content Warning This book is for adults only. It contains explicit sex, strong language, and mature themes. Read at your own risk or pleasure. Wet Desires:{Erotica Collection} brings you a mix of raw, unapologetic short stories where fantasies aren’t just imagined, they’re lived. Behind every door is a moment where control slips, tension snaps, and pleasure takes over. Strangers meet with one goal. Ex-lovers face what’s still unfinished. Friends cross lines they swore they never would. These stories are fast, hot, and messy in the most erotic way. You’ll find dominant men who don’t ask twice, women who want more and don’t hide it, and nights that blur into mornings with no regrets. There’s no slow burn here. No holding back. Just skin, heat, and the kind of desire that won’t wait. If you want stories that hit hard, turn you on, make you sexually aroused, leave you wanting more and breathless, Wet Desires:{Erotica Collection} is for you.

เจเจหนุ่มวิศวะโยธาปี4ความสูง187หล่อร้าย กล้ามแน่น ดางตามีเสห์น บ้านรวยสาวเยอะ เป็นที่เคารพของน้องๆ นิสัยเงียบๆ พูดน้อย ขี้รำคาญ ใจร้อน เอาแต่ใจ เขาคือนักสอยดาวตัวจริง มีน้องชายน้องสาวที่เป็นลูกพี่ลูกน้องกันคือ เอเดน กับเฌอรีน และมีเพื่อนรักคือ วิคเตอร์กับเลโอ ฉายาเขาคือเจเลอร์ดุกินคน เฌอรีนได้กล่าวไว้ อบิเกลสาวน้อยคณะบริหารปี1ความสวยระดับดาวมหาลัย ตาสวยยิ้มทีโลกละลายความสดใสความเป็นกันเองของเธอยิ่งทำให้ตัวเธอมีเสห์นเพิ่มมากขึ้น ความสูง165นิสัยเป็นมิตรคุยเก่งยิ้มง่าย มองโลกในแง่ดี มีเพื่อนสนิทคือเฌอรีน ⛔️ Trigger Warning ⛔️ มีการกระทำที่ไม่เหมาะสมของตัวละคร คำหยาบ เซ็กซ์ซีนถึงพริกถึงขิง Dirty talk ⚠️ สำคัญ ⚠️ นิยายเรื่องนี้สร้างขึ้นจากจินตนาการของผู้แต่ง ทั้งตัวละครและองค์กรเป็นเรื่องสมมุติ ไม่มีเจตนามุ่งร้ายต่อบุคคลหรือวิชาชีพใด ☪️ ลิขสิทธิ์เป็นของนามปากกา เรนเดียร์ B-52 แต่เพียงผู้เดียว การเผยแพร่ทำซ้ำ ดัดแปลงเนื้อหา โดยไม่ได้รับอนุญาต ผิดกฎหมาย ตาม พ.ร.บ ลิขสิทธิ์ 2537 มาตรา 15 27 31 มีโทษทั้งจำทั้งปรับ☪️

Many times I have seen people struggling to talk with strangers or in public places. This was due to anxiety and nervousness that happens unintentionally in our body. We can’t control them but have to overcome them. I came across the word “Glossophobia” in 2014 when I was working on how to overcome stage fears. I have seen my friends and myself struggling to talk with strangers or to speak in public. There are cases where I have acted speechless. This is where the idea arrived and I have created a character “Abhirath Srivastav” who cannot talk with strangers or in public places due to a phobia called “Glossophobia”. The Character Abirath Srivastav does not represent any real life personality, it is solely of my imagination. The story “ The only hope” is a love story set in the style of 1994. The story is about an orphan boy who suffers from glossophobia; he can't talk to strangers or in public places. He finds it hard to stay in an orphanage and escapes to find a better place in his life. He meets a Christian girl in an unknown village and becomes her best friend. He speaks to her, but not to any other villagers. Things are not, however, what was expected. Half of the villagers migrate to another place for work, and they take the boy with them. The boy has to leave his favourite place and his only best friend. After 12 years, however, he meets her and here how the story takes its turn.

Happy-go-lucky Joshua Safiro is a gullible omega who had lived with his overprotective mom for 18 years. Now that she has decided to get married, he is suddenly exposed to a world full of perverted alphas, scheming relatives, and fake friends. It gets even worst after he finds out that he is the sole heir to a billion dollar business conglomerate! He was lucky to have met the cinnamon smelling Atty. Del Mirasol who seems to find his vanilla scent as irresistible as he is. SPG WARNING: R18 Reader discretion is advised. This is borderline YAOI and contains graphic sexual scenes. DO NOT READ if you find this content offensive. TRIGGER WARNING: self-degradation, assault, molestation.

After I accidentally uploaded a rant post instead of my resignation letter, the messages went like this. Me: [Did you see the file I submitted?] He: [Mm… yeah. I saw it.] Me: [Then why didn't you reply? You don't approve?] He went quiet. I lost my patience and typed back, [If you're not saying anything, I'll take that as a yes. I'll come by your office this afternoon.] He replied almost instantly. [That fast?] Me: [Fast? How is that fast?] He: [I need some time to think.] Two seconds later, another message came in. [Is that okay?] I said yes. He ended up leaving work early and even gave the entire company three days off. Sitting at my desk, I thought about it for a long time. He was the owner of the company, yet there he was, acting like he was afraid I might leave. Was he really that desperate to keep me?

A San Francisco boy. Double world champion. Famous bad boy. Adrenaline junky. And my brother's best friend. He seeks to control his guilt. I like the feeling of chaos inside. He hurt me. I hate him ... but love and hate sometimes are indistinguishable. Damion Grimm lives by the rules. HIS rules. Rules he never ever breaks. Fast bikes, fast brunets, fast life. That's how he copes. He doesn't do relationships. Especially not with his best friend's little BLONDE virgin sister. I'm not his type. But when my family's past comes back to haunt me, I learn that things are not always as they appear. Sometimes monsters like to hide. Sometimes bad boys can have wings. Sometimes hate can be love. Sometimes control can be lost. Sometimes sex can create miracle beans. But most importantly - I've learned that you can always make new rules.

Ava Whitmore is the perfect good girl. She follows the rules, stays out of trouble and completely off-limits to boys like Kai Cooper. Kai Cooper? Tattooed. Reckless. He’s the walking red flag she was never meant to talk to. The bad boy who lived just one fence away, the one she's spent her life avoiding. Until that night happened. One step over the line she swore she’d never cross. With a broken heart and a body begging to be touched, she walks straight into the hands that know exactly how to wreck girls like her. She knows he is all shades of wrong. That he'll break her, wreck her, leave her begging for more. But she’s already crossed the line. Worst of all? She wants more. She craves more of everything she shouldn't want.

"Where are you going, Mrs?" Zaviyaar pulled her to himself after seeing her going away from him. She fell straight on his lap. "I was going to change the dress." She said in a low voice as she felt his warm breathing airing on her neck. "It's not needed." He said meaningfully to her and put his lips on her neck. Anaaya stopped breathing as she felt his grip getting tight. This man is living in her every breath. Zaviyaar tightened his grip on her waist and slowly his lips travelled up from her neck to her face. Anaaya's heart was pounding fast as she felt his warm lips and his beard rubbing against her skin. "You have become my soul, Anaaya Zaviyaar." He said lovingly, kissing Anaaya's cheeks. Anaaya abruptly held him tightly by his shoulders. "For the happening of this moment, I waited every moment." She leaned near his ear and taking a heavy breath, she told him in a soft voice. Abruptly, Zaviyaar's grip has tightened around her waist.

After his joke of a marriage came to an end when his wife ran off with a guest from his resort, Reno Albury decides one night stands are more his speed- especially if they were blonde and blue eyed like his wife. So he was jaded, at least he was having some fun. Until he came face to face with a blonde and blue eyed girl at his sister’s wedding he couldn’t play the fast game with. Loraine Larson has a secret that nobody knows thanks to her father’s money and high powered friends. She’s spent years trying to forget the hell she went through in Paris. Wanting to test her new found strength she goes back to the scene of the crime only to come back with more nightmares. She can’t sleep without seeing that monster’s face, but she dicovers a shield for that in the arms of her bestfriend's brother, and now she’s determined to stay in them no matter the cost. This book follows I Won Him At A Billionaire Auction.

"You're a woman. Where's your brother? I would like to talk to him." She rolled her eyes, raising her pistol at him, fear crossed his hazel eyes. "Being a woman doesn't make this gun any less deadly. So if I were you, I would watch what I say because, to me, your life means nothing," Natalia told him firmly. "I'll ask you one more time and think about your answer because my patience is running thin. Where is my money?" "I don't have it!" She aimed the pistol to his right leg, pulling the trigger, the silencer made sure no one could hear the shot only his screams. "Where is the money, Michael?" - She is a drug He wants to taste One drop of her Is all it takes To have you addicted Where ever she goes Death follows But he didn't care Since he knew He'd die for her She is fire He'd touch Despite the heat She is a killer But so is he. This woman was both the devil and an angel. -