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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.

he whispered, his tone inviting, daring me to play. I nodded, heart racing, my pussy already dampening at his proximity. “Just reading,” I lied, clutching the book tighter, but he saw through me, stepping closer until his chest nearly brushed mine. “I think you’re reading the wrong kind of story,” he teased, his hand grazing my hip, fingers trailing under my skirt, testing my reaction.

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Tyler, quieter but built solid with those broad shoulders that tensed up when he got excited, and Alex, the storyteller who could turn any boring moment into something wild with his tales. We kicked off the night with a standard round of Never Have I Ever, sipping shots whenever someone hit a truth we had lived, but after a few cycles and the alcohol hitting harder, Sarah suggested flipping it to what she called the Extreme Edition, where instead of drinking for the things you had done, you stripped off a piece of clothing, and that idea got everyone nodding and grinning because the vibe was already charged with that tipsy flirtation. Clothes started coming off pretty fast after that, shirts

Amanda sat in her small apartment in Surulere after another long, boring day at the office. Twenty-four years old, with a tight athletic body from years of gym work — perky C-cup tits, a tiny waist that curved out into a fat, juicy ass that made men stare. She was tired. Tired of vanilla boyfriends who lasted five minutes and called it romance. She wanted to be used. Broken. Turned into something less than a person.

“You want your story? You come back tomorrow night after my next fight. And you bring that ass ready for me again.” I stood there naked, wrecked, cum leaking out of me, cock still twitching. I had come for a story. Instead, I had just become the underground fighter’s personal prize. And I already knew I would be back tomorrow.

Chapter 1 Zara’s POV “You fucking prick, it landed on you again?” I snapped, glaring at Kai across the cheap coffee table littered with empty beer bottles. My cheeks were already burning from the last two spins and now this stupid bottle was pointing straight at him for the third time tonight. We were both twenty, stuck sharing this tiny apartment because our parents decided to get married and play happy family, and every single day was just nonstop fighting. Tonight the fighting had turned into this dumb drunk game of spin the bottle after he dared me, saying I was too uptight to ever let loose.

I felt my pussy contract at his words, grasping at something that wasn’t there yet I desperately craved. “Just focus on the stars, baby.” he licked up and down my neck while his fingers finally parted my folds, finding my clit. He rubbed the bundle of nerves until I shook. I stared up at the ceiling as shooting stars and comets zipped by. I felt myself getting close, as if I could join those heavenly bodies up in the sky.

Ethan ran a hand through his messy hair and leaned closer sharing stories about tough coaches and teammates riding his ass to perform. His voice dropped sometimes and each word made my nipples ache more. I added my own careful bits about feeling out of place without spilling the full disguise truth. The connection built fast with laughs over stupid people watching ideas like guessing who was about to get laid in the quad or who was hiding a bad hangover. “Imagine observing that couple over there,” he said nodding toward two students arguing quietly. “Guy looks like he wants to bolt but she has him by the balls. Classic.” I chuckled deep. “Yeah and he is probably thinking about the girl from