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“Says the Alpha who gave his Luna oral sex in dream land.” “That would actually a very interesting story plot.” “Exactly why we should be doing more adventurous things while fucking…to spice up our lives and make good story plots.” “Hmm.” “Yeah, you mentioned one time that Everlery likes writing…she can write erotica stories with what we do and who knows? We might be the inspiration to a bestseller book.”

Shamefully, embarrassingly soaked. This is so fucking wrong. My husband sent this dangerous man here to punish me, and instead of running, my traitorous pussy is dripping down my thighs like a desperate whore. Lucian is everything Derek warned me about — cold, powerful, and terrifyingly magnetic. The kind of man who could ruin my life with one phone call. Yet here I am, trembling with fear and the dirtiest kind of lust I’ve ever felt. “Keep talking,” Lucian commands, his deep voice sending shivers down my spine. One of his big hands slides up my back and fists my hair, yanking my head back. “Tell me the next part of your filthy little scene, writer.”

Cristina's POV. "Ahhh, Mmmm." A loud gasp came from the other side of the door, followed by rasped heavy breathing. That was exactly what I needed. Heat bloomed low in my core as I shoved the door open. The scene before me was like something out of my wildest fantasies and my nipples hardened under the tight leather gown I'd thrown on. In a corner was a woman, her legs spread far apart. One man pumped his fingers in and out of her wet cunt, making her quiver beneath him while another guy fucked her throat hard, slamming against her again and again as his groans escaped his mouth.

When his hot, wet mouth touched her duty, she felt her head explode. “Fuck.” She couldn't hold the moan. Never in all her twenty-four years of existence has she thought she woukd be turned on by torture. “Bad bitch,” Sandro commented knowingly. His middle finger buried itself into her pussy. When her sleek wetness greeted him, he smiled to himself. “Already wet.” Shit. Shit. Shit. Lilith couldn't contain her embarrassment. She shook, turning every which way to stop the finger sliding in and out of her. Sandro pinched her lower stomach.

He was never late. I leaned back slowly, taking deep breaths to calm the heat burning in the pit of my stomach as fragments of my research replayed inside my head. BDSM contracts. Consent. Dominants. Submission. Orgasm denial. The words alone had kept me awake half the night. And the truly terrifying part? If Maxwell asked, I knew I would give him almost anything. Actually I would give anything. The realization made my cock twitch hard beneath the table, I squeezed my thighs together.

CONTENT WARNING: Exhibitionism, public humiliation, nipple clamps, forced public exposure, non-consensual touching, public sex, object insertion, older man/younger woman, mild pain play CHAPTER ONE Lila and Brooke were arguing. As best friends, they usually got along pretty well, but both of them considered themselves to be a lot more daring than the other when it came to sex. It didn't help that they came from very different sexual backgrounds either.

NEW STORY TITLE: THE GIFT OF DICK AND PUSSY The following story will be told in multiple chapters. There's oodles and oodles of sex in it, even though it's not just a pure spank story. If lots of nasty sex isn't your thing, then why are you on this website? Weirdo.

Curiosity was eating at her. With an effort, she made herself focus on the other titles. He had books on negotiating, battle tactics, history, agriculture…boring. Didn’t the man read any fiction? There was a book on stained glass that looked mildly interesting, but she kept scanning the shelves, hoping for something more enticing. Her search was rewarded. There, right in the middle of his shelves at eye level, was an entire shelf of books devoted to lovemaking. Wiley’s eyes boggled as she read the titles: An Illustrated Guide to the Sensual Arts. A Woman’s Climax. Emotional Need and the Sensual Virgin. There were dozens of titles.

If not every night, we always make sure that we have sex four times a week. However, as I watch Laurel peacefully sleep on our bed, my cock starts to become hard again. I can’t deny that she’s sexy. It’s already given that she is, and no one can say that she’s not hot because she is so fucking hot—probably the hottest woman I have ever seen in my entire life.

Pinky squinted to read it, her eyes tracing the loops and crosses. "Collection of short stories for ladies," the title read. "Stories of desire, of awakening, of the first time." Pinky blinked, her eyes widening as she read on. The handwriting was feminine, secretive, as if the writer were sharing her most guarded thoughts with only the pages. It was a confession. A revelation. As she began to read.