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Men who pin women to walls, who make them beg, who turn surrender into salvation. Where the heroine comes undone, over and over, until she can’t even remember her own name. Control as a weapon. Pleasure as a battlefield. And here I am, flat on my back, being humped like a mattress Evan bought on sale. I tell myself to stop reading that trash. That those books are dangerous fantasies. But at least they make me feel something. I press my palm against his chest, steadying him. He grunts like I’ve interrupted his flow. “What now?”

How can we put an end to this if we don’t stay away from each other? We were not in any kind of relationship, but when I write my diary entry that night, it feels like I’ve been jilted. I strike through the whole entry, determined not to let him mar my sexy fantasies. Just because I stopped acting on these fantasies doesn’t mean I can’t write them. This time, I’m writing from experience. When Rhys touches me in my fantasies, I feel his touch as though it were real, the scent of his skin when he embraces me so unadulterated that the lines between imagination and reality start to blur.

Jake walked to the bed and sat on it, taking Ryder's laptop on his lap to see what his cute Ry was trying to do this time. However, unlike other times, instead of photos or DIY videos, what Jake saw on the screen were tens of books with blinding titles and NSFW covers. Reading the summaries burned his eyes. Jake froze, not knowing how to react. What is this? What happened to the fantasy books she used to read? Is this a new hobby? So she's not that innocent? I mean... I knew a lot of girls read books of these kinds, but I never thought that Ryder... my Ry...

Lewis sighed while carrying a book in one hand while the other is placed on his back, making him look more appealing and mature. "Bwothew wewis." Fae called who have been giggling from time to time as Felix kept tickling her for his own amusement. Really, why do babies have to be so sensitive. T — T)¶ As those months passed by, Fae turned from cold to warm. She was once cold towards them but after that occurrences under the moon. It was a wonder why but, all she could do was go with the flow and accept those feeling, but still the dark side of her heart remained immovable despite all the warmth she felt. She once hated that feeling when she felt it for weeks after she transferred to this bod

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Nor had she ever seen such an eclectic collection of oddities. She picked up a pair of boots, vinyl, with a huge, plastic zipper. A vague memory of a porn film she had accidentally flipped on one late night flashed through her mind. Dominatrix, she believed it was called. She dropped the boots and sank onto a little bench sitting against the wall across from the racks of costumes. Fantasies. She had never had a sexual fantasy. All her sexual thoughts had always centered on Steve and their quiet sex life. All she had ever wanted was his hands on her, his lips telling her the things she wanted to hear.

She slipped off the boulder and lay on the ground, and she began to sob softly. She cried herself to sleep and when she woke up about two hours later, she felt dizzy and disoriented. The sun was still up in the sky and blazing like a ball of fire. She thought it was odd that there was this much sunshine at this time of the year, or maybe this sun was being manipulated by Nikjin and his mystic buddy who seemed to be an expert in creating this sort of grand illusion. It occurred to her then that this place wasn’t real, it was Nikjin’s torture chamber for all of his enemies. He could make the weather as hot or as cold as he wanted, regardless of what time of year it was. That was an insane amou

The information from the system called Dot could still be seen in my unconscious mind, as if it's some hologram display. It was vivid as daylight and I read through it again. I was depressed. I was sad. Was it worth it? Was sleeping around worth it? Is this some sort of curse? Why couldn't I control myself? Am I insane or what? I've read so many stories related to Transmigration and system, so even though it was shocking that I seem to be living the life of those protagonists, I just want to make better use of it. To quench my lust, till I'm only left with one desire.

WARNING! SEXUALLY EXPLICIT CONTENT AHEAD! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK! Reader discretion is advised. He played me good, and I want more. His huge tongue is pushing in and out of me as I readied myself for the bursting butterflies in my stomach. The feeling is intense. I grabbed his hair and pulled him deeper. Damn, he is driving me nuts. I was reaching my end when I suddenly felt his finger inserting and goodness me! As far as I'm feeling, I am reaching my climax, at least that's what I have read in steamy books. I didn't know it would be this mind-blowing! He is just too good!

I hated myself for it, but the thoughts kept coming anyway, Jake pinning my wrists above my head, Tyler spreading my thighs wide while he watched, both of them telling me exactly how they were going to ruin me until I screamed. I’d come so hard to those fantasies that my thighs would tremble for ten minutes afterward, panties soaked straight through, and then I’d lie there feeling guilty and turned on all over again. I stood up fast, shaking my head like I could knock the images loose. No. I was not doing this. I was not about to spend a week in their apartment letting my brain turn into a porno. I yanked open my dresser drawers and started shoving clothes into my backpack, cotton panties, a