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My bare pussy already throbbed with anticipation as I took my seat front and center. Professor Kane began his lecture on forbidden desires in literature. His eyes found mine almost immediately. I smiled innocently at first, then slowly uncrossed my legs, letting my knees fall apart just enough. The desk hid most of it from the class, but not from him. I trailed my fingers up my inner thigh, stroking the sensitive skin above my stockings. His gaze darkened. When he asked a question about reckless passion, I answered in a soft, breathy voice, leaning forward so my breasts nearly spilled out. “Sometimes the good girl needs to break every rule, Professor. Don’t you think the thrill of getting ca

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“Taste how slutty your pussy is.” I opened my mouth obediently and took her in. The taste of my own juices was strong and musky as I sucked her clean, bobbing my head like a desperate whore. Lena groaned in approval, slowly fucking my throat again, pushing deep until I gagged and drooled all over her. “That’s my good little cocksucker,” she praised, her voice dripping with lust. “Look at you — Maya’s innocent best friend on her knees sucking my dick right under everyone’s noses.”

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“The spiced lamb is my specialty. Sit. I’ll make you a plate.” I sat on a low wooden stool beside the stall, trying to ignore how my cock was already starting to stir. She worked quickly, her body moving with natural confidence; her hips swaying, breasts bouncing lightly with each motion. Every time she turned, I caught glimpses of her smooth, shaved pussy and the soft jiggle of her ass. She handed me a plate piled high with hot lamb, flatbread, roasted vegetables, and a spicy sauce. The first bite was pure heaven. I groaned in pleasure, closing my eyes as the flavors exploded on my tongue.

But inside, my mind raced, thoughts tumbling over each other. What if he means in bed? What if he is thinking the same dirty things I am? I have read those books, the ones with dominant men and submissive women, tied up, spanked, ordered around until they beg to cum. It turns me on so much and makes my pussy soak my panties when I read them late at night, my vibrator buzzing against my clit as I imagine submitting. But I have never told anyone, not even Mark, my closest friend, my pussy tingled at the thought now, a real ache starting, and I shifted in my seat, feeling the dampness in my panties already, the fabric sticking slightly to my folds.

Eventually, with my arms full, I found Nicholas still in the fantasy section. He was engrossed in a thick hardcover, his brow furrowed in concentration. “Find something good?” I asked, approaching him. “Possibly. But I think you might like this one.” He handed me a paperback with an image of a woman wielding a sword on the front. I read the title aloud. “‘The Lycan Chronicles.’ Hmm, never heard of it.” “It’s a fantasy series,” he explained, still flipping through his own book. “Great world-building, complex characters...” He glanced up and smirked. “Plus, it has some... steamy scenes.”

“You shouldn’t, I should. I left home to be on the lookout for Danshak’s safety and that is exactly what I am going to do.” “Ugh!” Zorraya groaned as Erin began to run off toward the thick of the battle where their mates were fighting demonic creatures that were even more dangerous than anyone could fathom. “Wait!” She called out to Erin, running after her. ******** Even as the beasts dropped dead around him, Danshak could not shake the feeling that something was strangely wrong. The werewolves outnumbered Nikjin’s night creatures and they were fueled by rage and revenge, but it seemed a little too odd that as the beasts were dropping dead, more of their kind weren’t showing up to replace th

The paper fell away, revealing an old leather-bound volume, its cover embossed with faded gold lettering in a language that looked like a mix of Latin and something far older. “Tah — Rituals of the Eternal Flame and Flesh.” A sex god. Not just any fertility deity — a lost god of desire, ecstasy, and carnal dominion. The dealer’s notes had been vague, but the title alone sent heat rushing through me. I opened the book carefully. The pages were thick vellum, illuminated with intricate drawings of a towering male figure with glowing eyes, surrounded by writhing bodies in states of rapturous abandon. As I turned the first page, a faint warmth spread through the room. The watching feeling returne