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The paper fell away, revealing an old leather-bound volume, its cover embossed with faded gold lettering in a language that looked like a mix of Latin and something far older. “Tah — Rituals of the Eternal Flame and Flesh.” A sex god. Not just any fertility deity — a lost god of desire, ecstasy, and carnal dominion. The dealer’s notes had been vague, but the title alone sent heat rushing through me. I opened the book carefully. The pages were thick vellum, illuminated with intricate drawings of a towering male figure with glowing eyes, surrounded by writhing bodies in states of rapturous abandon. As I turned the first page, a faint warmth spread through the room. The watching feeling returne

She traced fingers over her collarbones, across her breasts, down her stomach, savoring her own soft skin, gathering courage. Having no panties on made things smoother, as her thighs parted shamelessly. The room smelled faintly of her excitement already—sweet, musky, undeniable. She braced one foot on the mattress, opening herself to emptiness, imagining Luke’s shoulders wedging them wider as she slid a finger through her folds, back arching. Slickness greeted her, hotter than last time as she let the fantasy unravel. This was torture! If she continued at the pace, she would lose her mind before Chris came back.

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They were both impressed that I have already published a half dozen books that have been fairly successful. “I love the Erotic Wizard book you wrote,” Fiona purred. It amazed me that she had already read one of my books. “I get aroused every time I think about those steamy sex scenes you described,” she announced openly. There was a short silence that followed and Franny was grinning broadly when I glanced over at her.

She had taken off her dress, and was now standing in a red lace lingerie. The bound men looked at themselves, then back at her. They had seen the huge bulge in the front of her pants. ‘She was transgender the whole time?’ They communicated telepathically. “Oh yes! I know you've all seen it. I'm a solid six inches. Proudly.” Anna smirked and lashed the whip in the air and it produced a loud sound that made the bound men's heart gallop thrice as fast. The men and women she invited in, took their bound partners—a guy and a lady to one bound man.

Doug smiles and lies back as I stand up to put on my dress. "Yeah, both of you can work together, satisfying me in every way possible." Shit, he's getting hard again. I need to get out of here. "Oh, I'm sure we'll agree on just the right way to take care of you." Killing Doug is the one thing Sydney and I most likely will see eye to eye on. Until she realizes I only helped her so I could have her for myself. Before he can respond, I say a quick spell and return to my home, deep in the black forest. I have to get ready for my guest. Come on, little bunny, you're going to be my new pet. I walk to the room where I have the others. My collection is almost complete. I have every type of shifter y

Tell me you’re at least a little wet reading this. I kept going, three fingers slamming in and out, thumb grinding my clit. The pleasure was intense, building fast again. Emotions swirled thick, raw lust, nervousness that she might shut me down, that deep hungry need to turn her. My moans filled the room. “Preye… please… I want you so fucking much.” Another buzz. Preye: This is crazy. I’m straight. I just got fucked senseless and you’re sending me your pussy?

My pussy clamped down hard on the dildo. No. Stop. That's wrong. But my body didn't listen. The fantasy twisted; Sebastian’s hands instead of Marcus’s, his younger, harder thrusts, his voice younger and rougher while calling me something dirty while mom slept in the next room. Forbidden. Slick and hot. I fucked myself faster. Harder. The vibrator mashed against my clit until stars burst behind my eyelids. “I'm gonna come…fuck daddy… I’m gonna squirt thinking about you…” I didn't say whose name. Didn't want to know.

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My fingers found my clit—already slick, already begging—and the first slow circle made my back arch so hard water sloshed over the edge. “Oh God,” I whispered, even though I knew it was the wrong name to say. I stroked faster. Two fingers sliding over and around my clit while my other hand came up to pinch my nipple the way I imagined he might. The water made everything slippery, louder. I slipped one finger inside myself, then two, curling them the way I’d done every morning for weeks. My hips rocked up to meet my hand. The fantasy took over completely—Father Chris’s voice in my ear, his breath hot against my neck, his fingers replacing mine, thicker, surer, pressing that spot that made sta