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Adrian had been roommates with James for months and every night, his mind wandered to filthy thoughts of that thick cock sliding deep into his ass. He imagined James pinning him down, spreading his cheeks wide and pounding relentlessly until he filled him with hot cum. The fantasy consumed him, making his own cock throb whenever James walked around shirtless or fresh from a shower.

The name lingered in her thoughts, curling around her like smoke, teasing her senses. She inquired about him, eager to uncover anything about the man who could create such raw, breathtaking intimacy. But no one knew him, no one had even seen him. He was as enigmatic as his work. Her curiosity refused to rest, transforming into a fixation. Parson Smith became her obsession. She sought out every gallery where his name was whispered, searching for his presence in every curve, every line of his creations. She wanted to know him; not just the artist, but the man who could shape desire into such exquisite form.

And I wanted to be punished: Perhaps that, more than anything else. I began reading erotic BDSM stories. For a while this seemed to be enough. It allowed me to escape my life, if only for short periods of time. Erotic BDSM stories were challenging to find in my small town and soon found myself searching sites on the internet. This opened up a whole new world: Before I knew it, I was placing ads on personals sites, trying to make my dream a reality. Initially the responses were just crude. Even the ones I decided to contact, seemed a little beyond what I was looking for: Cruel men, perhaps dangerous too. Finally I received a response from Tony.

The normality of it made the conversation feel more fraught, not less. "I need to know something," Sienna said, her hands wrapped around a cup of tea. "When you imagine a future with me, does it include the research? Because I need it to. I can't be with someone whose vision of our future is just about personal relationship. I need the work to be part of what we're building together."

“Good. Because I have darker plans for you, little pet. One day I’ll share you. Let my most trusted men watch while I breed you. Maybe even let them taste what’s mine… if you beg nicely.” The filthy promise sent a fresh wave of arousal through her body. Aliyah was scared. She was addicted. And she was starting to realize she didn’t want this month to ever end. She wanted to keep begging for the Wicked.

This was the least I could do for them and to buy time for myself. “Well?” “It has to mean something right? Three strong werewolves who fear no one and one of them is a potential Alpha. They hate something as common as water. There has to be a story behind it,” I added. I could see the wheels on her head working. I had to plant ideas in her head till she believed them. Stella hummed. “I guess that could be a start. Is that all you were able to find out? Your father would be disappointed to find out his dear daughter is willing to let go of his last memory. You are simply not working hard enough.”

She was not pretending. Her words came from her heart. “Why do you want to marry him?” I asked directly. “You know life won’t be easy with him.” She met my gaze without hesitation. “I want to be someone’s need,” she said softly. “I want to be someone’s desire.” Then her lips curved into a small smile. “And I won’t lie.” “Vincenzo is my desire.” The determination in her eyes surprised me. She wasn’t dreaming of a crown. She wasn’t chasing power.

Lila POV I smile to myself when I take a glance at the reflection in the mirror. The woman staring back at me spells of one word; a seductress. Yes, that's what I plan to do tonight,seduce my boyfriend ànd have him f*ck me senseless. It's been a week since Mark ànd I made love ànd just as always,he left me unsatisfied. I have been pondering on how to make things spicy and steamy between us and this is the solution I came up with.