Their Secret Obsession Pippa Moon Novels & Stories

I don’t know how she likes anything he releases, but she and Mare have been obsessed with him since they were teenagers, and he was still part of some silly boy band. “You’re about to go to a country bar and this is what you listen to?” I sneak a glance over at Pip, giving her a look of disapproval. Pippa belts out the lyrics even louder, having no shame. “We’ll get all the country in the world when we show up to Slopes.”

They’re the beautiful, rich, party girl sorority while Chi-Os are known for being brainy and attractive in a warm, fuzzy kind of way. “They’re like…pretty, sleek greyhounds,” Jess says with a little growl, her gaze on the girls. “Guess that makes us adorable spaniels,” I say and Jess laughs. Random Girl gives us a wary look, and I realize I’d forgotten she was standing there. “Ignore us. You should totally take a shot at Noah if micro-penises are your thing.” The words, again, are devoid of emotion. I am over him. I swear. The fact that my chest is heavy right now does not matter. Not one bit.

“Now I heard that the auctioneers have sent out private envelopes to each potential buyer stating time and venue and that's what I want. If you can get that for me in the next three days, then your secret is safe with me.” “Three days?” Hilda said, “That's too short a time!” “That's not my problem.” “And what happens if I can't…deliver within the stipulated period.” “Then you'll get to understand why Massimo was given the nickname, The Alligator.” A cold shiver ran down my spine at her words. “How do we know you're going to keep your word?” Hilda asked, defensively.

She pulled her skirt up, rubbing her panty-clad pussy up and down his cock, using one finger to pull it to the side, causing him to slide deep inside of her. “Mmh!” Cecilia moaned into his mouth, her pussy cool and electrifying at the same time. Plugged into the Banshee Sexual Network, the world exploded in sparks, the steady glow of the sunstone punctuated by the miniature lightning bursts that jumped from Cecilia through Mike’ thighs and then into the ground.

‘The next time, do you think you could actually put some film in the camera? For several long moments her face remained blank and expressionless, and Pip was thrown back to a time beyond confidence, beyond pleasure, beyond nakedness and pure orange oil. But then she laughed — and laughed and laughed — her sleek head falling backwards as she chortled. He’d discovered her sly, kinky secret, but happily it didn’t seem to matter. ‘Okay, then, just for you.’ She leaned close again and kissed his cheek, then smiled archly, her power back on line. ‘Now, shall we eat?’

At exactly 11:15pm, I leave my office. I lock the door, put on my mask and round up the corner to the main club. There is a buzz already. I suspect Grace has already spread the word. We haven't had an open show in months. Not many rich men like to show their nasty sides. Especially the ones with something to hide. That's how I know this is for me. They want me to watch. They think it'll make me want them more.

Like a whore, I bounce on the oil, fucking till I’m out of air, till my body explodes for the countless time, till all that’s left of me is bolts of vibration, like I’m some sex doll. I curl like a baby, waiting till the vibrations ease out. I pick myself up and continue. The day is getting bright, sunlight sips through my curtain. I don't have much time before Sophie calls that mum is being wheeled to the theater. So, I give it my all. This part is the hardest. Putting a face to an obsession I’ve long kept faceless. But I do it. Bit by bit. Stroke by stroke… Till I have him perfectly mapped on my sheet.

Concern flashed across his face as he hesitated, unsure whether to comfort her, speak, or slip away. But as he took a silent step closer, Phillip’s eyes widened. One of Monica May’s hands was clearly underneath her skirt, moving with urgent need. Her body shivered with pleasure, not sadness. His cock twitched hard inside his designer slacks, thickening rapidly at the erotic sight. She was masturbating—right here in the office, lost in her own filthy little world.

I cried, trying to pry his fingers off. ​"Then why," Jax asked, his voice dropping to a terrifying whisper as he looked at the screen again, "is there a photo of you standing outside that same office at midnight last night?" ​The screen changed one last time. It was a grainy shot of me. I wasn't with Elias. I was alone, holding a key that looked exactly like the one to the school’s main server room. ​ The "One Night Stand" was the distraction, but the real secret is starting to leak. Before I could answer Jax, the club’s lights cut out completely, and a voice over the intercom—distorted and deep—began to speak.

Warning: Explicit sexual content, dominant/submissive dynamics, rough sex, forbidden relationship, risky public sex. 18+ only. Ethan had been subscribed to Scarlet's exclusive content for eight months. Eight months of the most intense, addictive solo sessions of his life. The mysterious masked stripper had become his obsession....her body was perfection, her moves were hypnotic, but it was the mystery that really got him. Nobody knew who she was. She never showed her face, never spoke, just moved with a sensuality that made grown men weep.