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"That's not true." "Keep telling yourself that Princess, you don't know what happens behind closed doors." "Who do you work for?" "Fabio." "That's not true." "I'm here now, so it must be true." He stared at me smirking. "Then why did you try and help me get away knowing that's the exact opposite of what Fabio wants? Who are you Casper? Is that even your real name? Who do you work for? Does Fabio even know you were secretly meeting me at the club?"

Layla seemed to understand and tried to comfort her, “Honestly, they’re all the same. While I was abroad for a while, my husband found someone else, too. “But the funny thing is, he pretended to be poor the whole time. He was terrified that the woman would only want him for his money. “He’s actually a CEO, yet he ate cheap takeout with her every day. I actually felt sorry for him.” My mother forced a smile and asked, “Really? What ended up happening to that woman?” Layla shrugged. “I think she had a daughter. He had fake wedding papers made for her. She’s probably stuck in some rundown place now. “She’s quite pitiful, too, honestly. My husband even told her he was some kind of undercover age

TALES OF INSTANT LUST - SHORT READS Preface Greetings, Reader Welcome to a world where passion flares up in the most unexpected places, where lust takes the stage, and where desire never waits. The concept behind "Tales of Instant Lust" was that not all love stories have to be quiet or poetic. Irresistible chemistry, unsaid tension, and raw hunger can sometimes express more than a thousand romantic words ever could. Designed for people who want their fantasies to be served quickly, hot, and unrestrained, these stories are brief, intense, and explicitly sexy.

Whether it was out of fear of content, no one knew. “HAHAH!” The sound of hard clapping and laughing echoed in the desolate desert-like area. “I have to admit, that is quite the backstory.” Suit was seated comfortably in his chair with chips in his in his hands, staring at two screens. One was of Anderson and his escapades. He had been thoroughly enjoying everything. From his complacency to his guard, or lack of. From his mistakes to his wake-up calls. Suit had been enjoying himself to the point of almost joining the story himself. Unfortunately, the contract did not allow him to personally influence the story in any way, let alone personally get involved.

Credits 1. Story and Idea: James Kaloko 2. Year of Idea: 2017 3. Inspiration: Me Too and Time's Up Movement 4. Written: Late 2019-June of 2020 5. Written by: James Kaloko 6. Edited by: James Kaloko 7. Characters created by: James Kaloko 8. Official cover art made by: nita4rever 9. Platform published: @Jkaloko (Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/user/Jkaloko

His hands venture over her curved body, exploring. They pull apart and open their eyes. They stare at each other, deep into each other's eyes. Hussaini's full of wonder and love, Nafisa's full of curiosity and passion. No words are spoken but a story worthy of them is communicated. He leans in a softly kisses up and down her neck. She lets out little whimpers of anticipation. He works his way back to her tender, smooth lips. As they kiss she rolls him over and lies on top of his strong, muscular body.

I wake up, clean, make sure he has something to eat, clean again then sleep. But that wasn't all there was to me. I wanted my boss. I wanted him so bad that I fucked my dildo while thinking of him every night. I wanted those veiny hands to spank my ass while his fingers explored my insides. I wanted to choke on his cock and then ride it till I couldn't walk anymore.

I came violently within seconds, squirting all over both cocks as my body convulsed. They kept going, switching between my holes, using every part of me. I lost count of how many times I came, screaming their names like a broken slut. Finally, they both buried themselves deep at the same time. “Take our cum,” Jax growled. Both men exploded inside me, flooding my pussy and mouth with thick, hot loads. Cum overflowed from my stretched pussy, running down my thighs onto the glass table. I was a trembling, cum-covered mess when Jax picked up his phone and showed me the screen. A new “workout plan” was displayed, daily sessions, multiple times per day, with very explicit notes.

She was crying, pleading with a man. "I'm just an orphan. If I don't use some tricks, how would Mr. Reese ever care about me? Please, help me again. Let me make him feel guilty! Mr. Reese loves me, but because of my status, his family will never approve of me. He promised he'd marry me. I have to do something and make him feel guilty, so he'll feel sorry for me! Please, just one more time! I just need to pretend to jump off the building, and Mr. Reese will feel indebted to me for the rest of his life!" She was such a good actress.