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<description><![CDATA[Over 40 Short Stories Unleash your wildest fantasies with our collection of steamy sex stories, now including themes of forbidden romance, submission, and threesomes. This book, is perfect for those looking to explore their sexuality and add some excitement to their sex life. Say goodbye to boring, conventional erotica and immerse yourself in over 40 […]
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Unleash your wildest fantasies with our collection of steamy sex stories, now including themes of forbidden romance, submission, and threesomes. This book, is perfect for those looking to explore their sexuality and add some excitement to their sex life.
Say goodbye to boring, conventional erotica and immerse yourself in over 40 short stories, each with a unique style to suit your mood. Not only will these stories turn you on, but they also provide a safe space to explore your fantasies and offer plenty of ideas to spice up your sex life.
From BDSM and threesomes to role-play, toys, and forbidden romance, we've got you covered. So, sit back, relax, and let the pleasure take over. With stories that will make your threesome fantasies stronger and help you unleash your wild side, this book is sure to unlock your sex drive rapidly. Get ready to go wilder than you ever thought possible with our collection of erotic stories, now including the themes you've been craving.
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<h3>Excerpt from The Most Stimulating Erotic Sex Stories © Copyright 2024 Jenna Ann</h3>
It was hard to explain to anybody. Nobody could possibly know the thrill of the ultimate high when that next jump sent you into the stratosphere. That indescribable rush had grabbed hold of me from an early age. It was simply addictive, with no other feeling like it in the world.
“Take it slow on the next turn. You want to get a feel for the course,” I advised through the microphone attached to my blazing red helmet.
“I don't know how you talked me into this,” Drake answered, his voice in a higher register than usual.
“I can't believe you have never done this before,” I replied with a glance over my shoulder, seeing that he was coming up from behind.
“I'm not an extreme sports junkie. I love to watch it, but I’ve never participated,” he mentioned in a whisper, and then squealed like a little girl when his wheels came off the ground.
“Keep it steady,” I said as a crackle from his microphone gave me cause for concern.
He was my biggest fan to date. He had arranged to take control of my fan page. Everything went through him. The man was a genius with a computer, but he wasn't some insane stalker looking for attention.
That was what I had been worried about, but I quickly found out that he had a heart of gold. He volunteered at the old folk’s home and even performed magic for their entertainment. It was cheesy and a little predictable, but his audience was very appreciative.
“I know you’ve been preparing me for this for the past couple of months. We've gone over everything. I've trained religiously by your side. But I feel like a virgin touched for the very first time,” he snickered with the reference to one of his favorite pop icons.
I was temporarily speechless.
The mud was flying from my tires spinning. The knobs were gaining traction and I was covered from head to toe with dirt clinging to my uniform. My sponsor's name on the back of my jacket was obscured.
“I think that's enough for today. We don't want to overwhelm you the first time out.” I pulled back on the throttle to give the bike a little bit more gasoline.
I jumped ahead a few yards to think about his last statement. He couldn't possibly know and be making fun at my expense. That would be a cruel and unusual punishment. It wasn't like I went around and advertised my deepest and darkest secret.
Flirting was one thing, and I was very good at keeping a man interested. It was usually done in the safety of a darkened room with a few beers to loosen up my tongue. Things got hot and heavy but then I would disappear into the bathroom, where I would shimmy out of the small window.
I remembered the stolen moments. The way they touched me and how close they came to unlocking the treasure chest of my pleasure. But there were too many horror stories going around about high school girls getting pregnant and ruining the rest of their lives.
My mother taught me to give a man those pleasing sensations without giving away the milk. Those were her words and not mine. She was no longer around. Her dying from an aneurysm was sudden and had made me take my anger out on the motorcycle that my uncle had got me for my birthday.
“Tiffany… Tiffany…” a little voice whispered.
I turned at the last second and skidded to a stop, the mud caked to my boots. He was having trouble and had reached out to me for some sort of guidance.
There was definitely something wrong. His wheel was wobbling as he tried to straighten out. It was damaged beyond repair, at least until I could get it into the shop to take a closer look. He had slowed down considerably but was still in danger of the motorcycle coming down on top of him.
The tires spun as I attempted to reach him. He looked shaky and afraid, his complexion turning white. It was time to take the training wheels off, but he had been depending on me to show him the ropes and I had been temporarily distracted.
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<description><![CDATA[Scheming Flames & Titans Book 2 He's no Prince. She's not seeking a fairy tale. But desire this wicked has a mind of its own. Roland's a fallen titan, desperate to save his empire. Felicity's a real estate queen, playing a high-stakes game. Their weapon? A marriage contract as tempting as it is treacherous—perfect for […]
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<h5>He's no Prince. She's not seeking a fairy tale. But desire this wicked has a mind of its own.</h5>
Roland's a fallen titan, desperate to save his empire. Felicity's a real estate queen, playing a high-stakes game. Their weapon? A marriage contract as tempting as it is treacherous—perfect for mending images and appeasing shareholders. But behind the champagne toasts and boardroom power plays, a web of deceit unravels, threatening to consume them both.
Will their gamble secure their futures, or will their scorching alliance burn their fairy tale to the ground?
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<h3>Excerpt from The Beast Behind Her Vows © Copyright 2024 Kessa Knight</h3>
After the heated boardroom battle, Roland eagerly made his way to his office. The prospect of an impromptu lunch with Felicity served as a much-needed respite. The moment he entered, his demeanor shifted. Felicity stood by the window. The sunlight bathed her in a warm, ethereal glow, accentuating her striking features. Her tresses cascaded in alluring undulations, caressing her slender shoulders. They were a river of rich, brown locks that shimmered in the light.
She was dressed in a figure-hugging sheath dress that highlighted her curves and amble bosom in a tantalizing display of elegance and allure. The dress was a deep sapphire blue, complementing her complexion and adding a sparkle to her eyes. The fabric clung to her in all the right places, hinting at the sculpted grace of her form beneath.
As Roland's eyes traveled over her, taking in the way the dress accentuated her waist and fell just above her knees, revealing a glimpse of her toned legs, he was momentarily breathless. The combination of her natural beauty and the stunning outfit left him enchanted. Every curve and contour of her body brought steamy thoughts to his dirty mind.
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<description><![CDATA[Forbidden & Off-Limit Women Series Book 7 I’M BREAKING HIS EVERY RULE. HE’S MELTING MY PANTIES. Working for Nick Novack, a wealthy, gorgeous hockey captain is what dreams are made of. Wrong. It’s a nightmare. My boss hates me, because of an incident on my first day. I suspect he wants me to quit working […]
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I’M BREAKING HIS EVERY RULE. HE’S MELTING MY PANTIES. 
Working for Nick Novack, a wealthy, gorgeous hockey captain is what dreams are made of. 
Wrong. It’s a nightmare. 
My boss hates me, because of an incident on my first day. I suspect he wants me to quit working as the nanny to his five-year-old, but I have dreams of going back to college. Nothing’s going to stand in my way. 
Not my grumpy, intolerable boss. Nor his stupid rules that I can’t help breaking. 
Not the fact that he's hot as sin. 
Definitely not when I start noticing his lingering, panty-melting eyes on my curvy body. Crossing that line means risking a job I desperately need. But when Nick comes home in an unusually good mood one night and finds me swimming in his pool. We get lost in a steamy, sheet-gripping night. 
I forget about the risk. 
For a moment. 
Until a devastating and unexpecting surprise uproot their lives, entirely.
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<description><![CDATA[Romantic Thriller Series The princess and her vampire. In a world where supernaturals lurk in the shadows, a human bodyguard is not enough. That’s why my father hired a hunter to be my protector. Adrian Blackthorne fits every vampire cliche. He’s unnaturally handsome and deeply intense like only the undead can be. He’s also a […]
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The princess and her vampire. 
In a world where supernaturals lurk in the shadows, a human bodyguard is not enough. 
That’s why my father hired a hunter to be my protector.
Adrian Blackthorne fits every vampire cliche. 
He’s unnaturally handsome and deeply intense like only the undead can be. 
He’s also a pain in my butt, curtailing my every step.
But when tragedy strikes and my sister is murdered before my wedding, it’s Adrian I turn to. 
He’s the only one I trust to help me discover what happened to my sister. 
The more time we spend together, the harder it is to keep my hands off him.
I know my father wants me to marry my childhood friend. 
But my body and heart long for Adrian. 
My heart is certain that he’s my fated mate.
But is our love enough to overcome the encroaching darkness?
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<h3>Excerpt from Fated Vampire © Copyright 2024 Bookarama Publishing</h3>
<h4>Chapter One</h4>
Lilith
“I knew we shouldn’t have come here…” Cassandra murmured, as the eerie silence settled over the cemetery, broken only by the sound of our shallow breath.
“Shhh!” I urged, pressing my entire palm over my sister’s mouth, in an effort to prevent her from not only speaking, but also breathing too heavily. It was too dangerous. We could be found out at any moment.
We huddled close together, the presence of the one reassuring the other, while our eyes darted anxiously between the tombstones. This was far from over. We both knew that much. Daybreak was still hours away, and I wasn’t sure how much longer we could hide here undetected.
I felt as if my heart would jump right out of my chest. It was a stupid idea. I could see that much now. What the heck were we even doing at the cemetery in the middle of the night? Obviously, looking for trouble, and as always, those who search, they usually find what they’re looking for. Only, I found more than I bargained for. I only wanted to see if the stories were true, if vampires were truly so ravenous, so ruthless, so utterly devoid of any morals, as our father used to tell us. Now, it seemed that curiosity would be the end of us.
Although Cassandra was the older sister of the two of us, it was usually me who was the ringleader. That was the case now as well, as we hoped that we managed to hide from the two vampires who were running after us, thirsty for our blood.
“Do you think they can smell us?” Cassandra asked, her voice trembling in the darkness, with the only light being a thin flicker of moon dust that barely illuminated anything.
I was sure they could. Father had told me of their skills, and this was just one of many. That was why we rubbed ourselves with mud as soon as we stepped into the woods, which we had to go through to reach the abandoned cemetery that was strictly off limits. I knew that Father would be furious if he knew that we were not in our warm, safe beds. But I would cross that bridge when I got to it… if I got to it. For the time being, our focus was on staying alive.
“Just be quiet, Cass,” I urged, gripping at my sister’s thin, willowy upper arm.
We could not have been more different from each other. While Cassandra was tall, lean, slightly pale, with dark chestnut eyes and chocolate hair cut into a bob, I always had that princess look with my long, flowing blonde hair and sky-blue eyes, nestled in a face that had the most pinchable cheeks. That was what our mother always used to say, and the thought always comforted me. Lord knew that now, I needed comfort more than ever.
At that moment, we heard footsteps coming in our direction. We didn’t dare move or lift our heads above the tombstone to see who it was.
“Lil?” Cassandra turned to me, her eyes wide with fear.
“Shhh,” I whispered again, beckoning her silently not to make a single sound.
Maybe the mud did the trick, and the vampires couldn’t sense us, but they could certainly hear us talking. I listened intently. The sound of the footsteps was becoming more and more prominent. I knew that whoever was approaching, knew that we were there. I remembered that Father said vampires could smell fear, almost like an animal could do the same. I tried to calm myself down, but my body was betraying me. Every droplet of sweat that beaded on my pale forehead revealed my apprehension.
Unexpectedly, grunts were heard. We exchanged a meaningful glance, then at the same time, we both lifted our heads above the tombstone to see what was happening. There were three figures in the shadows. I immediately recognized the two. They were the same vampires who almost attacked us and had us on the run. They were pale, with skin as translucent as water. The third figure was new.
He was dressed in a sleek, black suit that only seemed to accentuate his tall, athletic frame. Everything about him demanded attention and obedience. I could immediately tell that he was a vampire as well. He lunged into action without thinking twice. He moved with the precision of a predator, striking down the two vampires like they were two straws. His moves were an awe-inspiring amalgamation of elegance and brutality, and it was evident that his skills were the result of centuries’ worth of perfecting them.
As the second vampire fell to the ground, the mysterious figure bent over him, snapping his neck. The sound, just a small crack, exploded in the silence that reigned. He then got up, locking his eyes with me. I tried to read the expression in them, something I always thought I was good at, but this person was an enigma. He was unlike anyone I had ever met before.
“I know you’re there,” he said in a voice that sent shivers down my spine, but I didn’t know if it was fear or something else.
Gripping at my sister’s hand, I pulled us both up. I knew there was nowhere left to run. He probably killed those vampires so he could feast on us alone, without interruption.
“If you want this blood, you’ll have to earn your dinner,” I snarled at him, stepping in front of my sister, always being the braver of the two.
He seemed surprised to hear that, then he frowned. “If I did that, I wouldn’t get paid.”
I tilted my head confusedly. “Paid?” I echoed, needing a moment to process what I just heard. “Did someone pay you to hurt us?”
“On the contrary,” he replied, taking a step closer to us. “Someone paid me to keep you safe.”
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<title>Surprise Baby For The Secret Next Door Billionaire by Aria McDow</title>
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<description><![CDATA[When I gave my V-card to my grumpy next door neighbor, I didn’t know he was a billionaire artist in hiding. Now I’m pregnant with his greatest masterpiece. I offered my body to the highest bidder to save my family’s bakery. No, not that. Art nude modeling is a cash cow, and I’m desperate. When […]
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<content:encoded><![CDATA[When I gave my V-card to my grumpy next door neighbor, 
I didn’t know he was a billionaire artist in hiding. 
Now I’m pregnant with his greatest masterpiece.
I offered my body to the highest bidder to save my family’s bakery. 
No, not that. 
Art nude modeling is a cash cow, and I’m desperate. 
When I finally meet the winning artist from the charity art auction, I come face to face with my utterly gorgeous, formally hostile neighbor, Jack. 
Yes, I wanted to give him my V-card, but emotionally unavailable “Jack” friend-zoned me. 
I sit for hours while each brush stroke uncovers his secrets. 
Turns out “Jack” is actually Julian Blackwood, a famous artist, and billionaire heir to a dynasty he loathes. 
Soon it’s his hands doing the stroking and our bodies yield to suppressed passions. 
We bared flesh and souls in a night of explosive ecstasy, powerful enough to make the Mona Lisa smile. 
Now he trusts me with his darkest secrets. 
But I have a secret too.
How am I going to tell him he’s going to be a daddy?
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<title>Tears Of The Aeon: The Gothic War by R. F. PINA</title>
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<description><![CDATA[In the crucible of history, where the flames of empires clash, and the destinies of civilizations are forged, there exists a chapter often overlooked—a tale obscured by the dust of ages. It is a saga of untamed lands, ancient conflicts, and beings whose destinies were bound to the cosmic threads of gods and mortals alike. […]
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<content:encoded><![CDATA[In the crucible of history, where the flames of empires clash, and the destinies of civilizations are forged, there exists a chapter often overlooked—a tale obscured by the dust of ages. It is a saga of untamed lands, ancient conflicts, and beings whose destinies were bound to the cosmic threads of gods and mortals alike.
Within the shadows of the Roman Empire, during the fateful year of 376 AD, a narrative unfolded that would echo through the corridors of time, leaving behind a legacy woven with threads of love, war, and the supernatural. Tears of The Aeon: The Gothic War unravels against the setting of a world grappling with the chaos of an impending conflict between the mighty Roman Empire and the desperate Visigoths led by the enigmatic Chieftain Fritigern. Faced with the dual threats of the Roman legions and the merciless Huns, Fritigern makes a desperate plea to Emperor Valens for sanctuary within the borders of the empire. This plea sets in motion a series of events destined to reshape the fate of nations.
A warrior, blessed with strength and abilities that defy the laws of men, embarks on a journey marked by love, and destined to attract the gaze of gods. Bound by an inexplicable connection, he finds himself entangled with a young Gothic woman from the Taifali Tribe, their union becoming a focal point for the unfolding cosmic drama. As the gods themselves take notice, the stage is set for the initiation of the end of the world.
Tears of The Aeon invites you to traverse the realms of history and myth, where the fates of empires and the whims of divine beings converge in a tale of love, war, and the enduring echoes of an age-long past. In the shadows of forgotten forests, where the tears of the Aeon fall like rain, the Gothic War awaits its chronicler.
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<h3>Excerpt from Tears Of The Aeon: The Gothic War © Copyright 2024 R. F. PINA</h3>
<h4>Prologue</h4>
Cherry pie was what he ate on that very morrow, breaking his fast the same way he did a fortnight ago. Goat milk with honey and a portion of cherry pie – a hot, sweet, and tender combination. The taste reminded him of his youth and his dear mother. He loved her more than any riches and plunders he had obtained throughout the years. Although he did not exactly remember how young he was when the gods took her from him, he did know that a long time had passed.
Now, her face was a shadow in his mind, a distant ghost that always skulked about in times like this. He had attempted to remember her face clearly, but somehow, it remained hidden in the shades of his thoughts, in the deepest parts of his being, where he always remained a boy aged ten. He acknowledged this was what time did to memories. He missed her greatly, and perhaps it was why he preferred cherry pie over any other dessert. He felt a sentiment of closure to his mother when the pastry vanished upon his tongue. Even when her existence was only a mere thought—the taste of cherry pie always brought her back from the dead!
He glanced at a marble bust perched upon a plinth in the corridor of his home in Italy. The white statue bared an eerie resemblance to him, staring back with eyes blank as death, as if the marble wished to speak back to him, to tell him of his follies. Dressed in a purple toga proper for the Roman senate, he stood in silence for a few moments.
His gaze found the wall of his home, and upon it hung a circular mirror with his reflection. Immediately, he became conscious of the wrinkle lines that had taken over his façade and the absence of hair that had left a crescent impression upon his head like the moon suspended in the night sky at night. It was the same moon he remembered conquering Gaul six years before. To him, it felt like yesterday when he walked its verdant fields, escorted by two Roman legionaries alongside a line of frightened Gallic slaves chained to their ankles and wrists. They stood in a line that stretched far beyond the eyes could see. As a clever ruler, he had the tendency to examine each slave for any corporal abnormality, and when he could not find any deformity, he gave them his blessings.
One morrow, walking beside the vast line of slaves, the General noticed a wizened old man. He was scrawny, frail, barefoot, only donning a filthy loincloth that covered his manhood and skin filled with all sorts of blotches. He smelled of piss and shit, and his blue eyes burned like sapphires once bathed under the orange rays of the morrow sun. The old man’s long, shiny, silvery hair drowned his face. He appeared as old as the mountains but not as firm. It seemed as if death was about to come for him at any moment.
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<description><![CDATA[Subpace, a collection of kinky tales and stories, dares to explore the deepest, darkest desires of the human psyche. From the power dynamics of dominance and submission to the tantalizing allure of kleptomania and the raw exposure of exhibitionism, each story is sensually crafted in a high literary style. Encounter characters who surrender to their […]
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<content:encoded><![CDATA[Subpace, a collection of kinky tales and stories, dares to explore the deepest, darkest desires of the human psyche.
From the power dynamics of dominance and submission to the tantalizing allure of kleptomania and the raw exposure of exhibitionism, each story is sensually crafted in a high literary style.
Encounter characters who surrender to their most forbidden fantasies and fetishes, who pursue gratification at any expense, and who venture into uncharted realms of passion, yearning, and redemption.
Sometimes playful, sometimes poetic, always provocative, subspace embarks on a journey where kink intertwines with romance in a rich tapestry of tales which defy convention, and keep you begging for more.
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<h3>Excerpt from Subspace © Copyright 2024 Stuart Stromin</h3>
<h4>The Hat</h4>
Samira forgot the hat the first time, so he had to go back to see her again. Except for the absence of the hat, it had been fine the first time. She had done everything the way she always did it, with the murmur of her crisp accent, and the glare of her blue eyes. It still felt like there was something missing somehow, and, when Leon left her little room and went down the steep, twisted staircase, and into the brisk air of the street, and the glow of the red lights against the gloom of the night, he realized what it was. She had forgotten to wear the hat.
It was not the same without the hat.
She called it a hat, because her English was limited, but it was really a cap. It was made of black rubber, kept to a dull shine, with a wide latex peak and a sharp crown molded to a soft point at the crest. There was a white latex band that ran around it in a thin stripe. It fit snugly on her head, making her seem even taller, over six-foot in spiky heels, with her golden hair streaming, and her gimlet blue eyes gazing from beneath the peak.
Leon had bought her the hat on a business trip one year. He had not been looking for a hat, but he was looking for a gift. When he saw the hat, Leon knew immediately that it was what he wanted for her. She loved the hat, when she received it, although she loved anything if it was a present. There was no such thing as a disappointing gift. Leon never arrived empty-handed. He brought her designer jeans, perfume, inexpensive jewelry, t-shirts from his travels, and once, for her young son, a toy train.
From the first time that Samira wore the hat for him, it became part of her costume. It matched her long latex boots, and her long black gloves, and her golden locks brushing her shoulders. It went with the exposed girders, splintery rafters and hanging chains and the smell of wax in the dim light of the room. They heard the raucous noise of the passers-by, drunken singing outside, and accordion music from a nearby bar. He sometimes gulped down a stiff shot of vodka there, before he knocked on her door. He did not want to feel like himself, he wanted to hide behind intoxication when they played out their ritual.
They had to do everything again from the beginning – with the hat this time – when he went back the next night.
She had a short crop, and she strutted up and down upon the mat, stopping with her face nose-to-nose right in his face, and her riding crop teasing across his unclothed body. He felt the heat rising from her, and there was a sweet, musk scent when she was close to him.
She exuded a commanding presence. She barked orders and made him march naked from wall to wall with one hand swinging at his side, and the other hand clutching his genitals.
“I am the Kommandant,” she insisted, tucking the crop under her arm, “Left, right! Left, right! Left, right!”
“Yes, Kommandant!”
“I decide what is good, and what is not good,” she said ominously.
“Good, good, good,” he pleaded, “I am good.”
“If you are not good, you know what will happen to you,” she warned.
His eyes filled up with terror, and she smiled wickedly.
He always felt such a cathartic sense of relief when it was all over, as if she had done him an enormous favor by filling a desperate need.
She took the hat off, indicating that they were finished, and she could not wait to get out of the boots and back into her walking shoes and her street clothes. He got dressed one button at a time with his back to her, so that they did not have to look at one another.
Afterwards, they sometimes went for dinner together in Chinatown. There was a place where the ducks were hanging in the window on S-shaped hooks, and they shared a lemony dish with hot oysters on the half-shell. They drank sweet beer served in chilled tankards. She spoke to the waiter in a guttural language that he could not understand. From the restaurant, they could see the barges floating down the canals and the colored lights from the district reflecting on the ripples of the water. They heard the peal of the bells chiming the hour from the Old Church, as it grew later, but they lingered over the meal. Neither of them had anywhere in particular to go, and the kitchen stayed open until midnight.
The square tables were close together, and the people beside them could overhear their conversation, but they kept everything innocent. They had known each other for many years, and, like old friends, they talked and joked about everything under the moon, except the taboo of what had just occurred between them in her room. Now, after the fact, when it had worn off for both of them, what they had done seemed traumatic and depraved. It felt like they had committed a crime. They had a familiar aftertaste that lingered from the time they did it before until the time that they would do it again. They were not ashamed, but there was a grubby feeling that stained them on the inside. She never wanted to speak about it; for her, it was work, and the dinner was personal.
There was only one other subject that they never talked about, and that was what had happened to his family. It was a long time ago, and besides, that was in another country.
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<title>Orgasmic Sex Stories for Adults by Jenna Ann</title>
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<description><![CDATA[Explore Lustful Fantasies about Roleplay, Domination and Virgin Temptations. Includes Tales of Public Sex, Submission, Anal, Toys and Much More… Discover 9 Erotic, Steamy Sex Stories That Let You Explore Your Wildest Fantasies & Experience The Deep Pleasure You Know You Deserve! Are you interested in exploringyour sexuality? Do you want to spice up your […]
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<content:encoded><![CDATA[<h5>Explore Lustful Fantasies about Roleplay, Domination and Virgin Temptations. Includes Tales of Public Sex, Submission, Anal, Toys and Much More…</h5>
Discover 9 Erotic, Steamy Sex Stories That Let You Explore Your Wildest Fantasies & Experience The Deep Pleasure You Know You Deserve!
Are you interested in exploringyour sexuality? Do you want to spice up your sex life and add some kink into the mix? Do you want to enter a whole new dimension of pleasure using the power of audio erotica?
No longer do you need to settle for boring, vanilla sex & erotica.
Instead, you can listen to these erotic stories that will get the blood pumping, turn you on like never before & certainly get the juices flowing…
But, beyond just listening, these stories will give you a place to explore your fantasies in a safe way, while giving you PLENTY of ideas on how to spice your sex life uplike never before.
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<h3>Excerpt from Orgasmic Sex Stories for Adults © Copyright 2024 Jenna Ann</h3>
<h4>Chapter One</h4>
Abigail
The world was on the brink of collapse. It was going to take more than a village to bring a sense of calm to the chaos. My job, from the moment I was born, came with the responsibility of the weight of the world's problems on my shoulders.
Money wasn't an issue; I’d inherited millions from my parents when they accidentally died skiing in the Alps.
That happened when I was 18 years old. Back then, I was unable to comprehend what it meant to be a millionaire in the blink of an eye. The revenue continued to flow from various ventures. There wasn't much to be done other than sit back and watch the money roll in.
The passive income was something that I didn't have to work very hard at. The businesses generating it were being run by competent individuals in positions of power. Nobody gave me a second thought. It was only when I took an avid interest that they began to understand my need to make my parents proud of me.
It was when I turned 20 that I began to give back to the community I loved. That framework expanded to every corner of the globe. 30% of my profits went to humanitarian efforts, including building roads and schools for the impoverished.
I didn't want anybody to think I was some sort of savior. It was just my way of doing my part to make the world a better place. The shareholders didn't share the same beliefs. They called me on the carpet many times for not consulting them.
“Abigail, this is ridiculous. You can't keep doing this. There are consequences,” Kenneth Williams stated from the end of the table.
“I don't know why this should concern you. The money used is coming out of my own pocket. Why do I continually indulge this nonsense? Don't call me unless it's an emergency. You are all getting fat and happy courtesy of my genius. I took what my parents built and made it better despite your disapproval,” I stood on the other side of the table with my eyes glaring daggers at each of them.
“We understand your need to give back. The wholesome image you project by donating to charities and sacrificing your time is something that we can accept,” Kenneth spoke for the others while they nodded their compliance around the table.
“Again, I don't want to sound like a broken record, but it's really none of your business what I do with my money. The shareholders are happy. We are more profitable than we have ever been. Look at the books. It's all there, written in black and white. I know some of you are displeased but you have to realize that going legit means making some changes,” I referred to my parents playing fast and loose in an arena that was considered illegal and immoral.
“We are never going to see things the same way. I don't think you know how to listen. We are trying to be the voice of reason, but you don't seem to understand the bigger picture,” Kenneth addressed me.
“I understand more than you know. This company has blood on its hands. I'm trying my damnedest to wipe the slate clean. We have a responsibility to look after our fellow man. The dirty money has been washed clean through a variety of humanitarian efforts and charitable donations. We need to make amends. Constantly apologizing for my parents has gotten old quickly,” I said those final words before leaving without giving them the chance to grovel at my feet in servitude to the almighty dollar.
“I heard some of that. You have to know; change is hard for many people. You have spearheaded a campaign to extinguish the black mark your parents left behind. I'm proud of you,” Anthony praised while following me down the hall.
I turned to face Anthony, still steaming mad. “It's the same thing every time. These board meetings are just another way for them to slap my hands when I try to do something good with the money. It's not like I'm depriving them. They have plenty ⎯ more than most people do. That's the problem.”
“Abigail, you don't have to convince me. You're preaching to the choir,” Anthony professed with his hand twitching against the chain attached to the trucker wallet in his back pocket.
“It feels like whatever I do, it's just never enough,” I admitted, a hint of defeat in my voice.
“I remember the first time I met you, five months ago in Africa. You disbanded an illegal diamond mine. When you signed over the deed to the workers, it touched me deeply. We had dinner that first night in my room. The smell of your perfume was intoxicating,” he reminded me. But that was when I had been living selfishly, thriving on dirty money, much before I had learned the truth.
“They worked them like dogs. I was never so ashamed of my parents. Doing the right thing sometimes means stepping on a few toes. Some people didn't believe that I was up to the task, but I have proved them wrong every single time. It's exhausting,” I protested while leaning back against the mahogany wall.
“Let's do something crazy tonight. You need to get out of your head. I know just the place,” he suggested with a grazing motion of his fingers on my cheek.
He was tall, dark, and handsome. His muscular body made me crave one more touch every time I woke up next to him in the morning. He slept naked and I was constantly taking peeks under the sheet to make sure I wasn't hallucinating. The man was built like a brick house. His anatomy was impressive by any stretch of the imagination.
“I'm not sure that I would make good company. Can't we just stay in and find something to do that requires less clothing? You can't blame me. I'm still tingling from last night. Did you forget you tied me up?” I teased, hinting at why I was tired without giving away the satisfaction of telling him how good it was. “It drove me crazy, but I loved every second of it”
“I love showing you new things. Go home and take a nap. I'll come by and pick you up at seven sharp. Let me make up for not being in your life sooner. I'll arrange everything. You won't have to lift a finger. We need this, but more importantly, you need this. It's important to get out in front of the public. Let them see the real you instead of just associating you with your parents,” he convinced me with very little effort and I nodded my head in compliance.
“What’s the dress code for this evening?” I asked with a smirk.
“That's a very good question. You'll have my answer shortly. I don't want to ruin the surprise. The thing I love about you more than anything else is your curious nature. Trust me, tonight will blow your mind. Leave everything to me,” he said with his lips gliding across mine without actually touching them.
It was just one of those teasing gestures meant to turn me into a puddle of spent flesh.
Anthony made me step outside of my comfort zone. He had opened my eyes to many different facets when it came to the pleasures of sex. Sleeping naked was one of his guilty pleasures. Touching him in the middle of the night was mine.
I just couldn't help myself.
His quest to expand my horizons encountered no resistance from me. My being had lingered in deprivation for too extensive a period. He was now compensating for the lost time, guiding me towards the subtleties of letting myself go in the moment.
The very first time, he had surprised me in the shower. He had taken my hand and guided it between my legs. He’d stood behind me, whispering that I was a dirty girl. That I was bad and needed to be punished. How he’d known that I wanted to be the girl he described was anybody's guess.
He knew how to listen to what I wasn't saying.
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<title>Steamy Punk by Alejandro Ashes</title>
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<description><![CDATA[Steamy Punk is an erotic novella set in the Esmeralda & Escarlata universe, featuring three interlinked stories in a prequel to the main series: 1. Mai's Story: Mai is an exotic dancer in the Shadow District of Liberty City. She infiltrates a nightclub party held by the Hawkmoth Syndicate to rescue her sister from human traffickers. 2. Anaya's Story: Anaya […]
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<content:encoded><![CDATA[Steamy Punk is an erotic novella set in the Esmeralda & Escarlata universe, featuring three interlinked stories in a prequel to the main series:
1. Mai's Story: Mai is an exotic dancer in the Shadow District of Liberty City. She infiltrates a nightclub party held by the Hawkmoth Syndicate to rescue her sister from human traffickers.
2. Anaya's Story: Anaya is a techno-terrorist in the cyberpunk city of Commune. She leads a group to disrupt the advancements of AI and infiltrates the Sexbots Inc. factory to halt their operations.
3. Bella's Story: Bella, a dominatrix-nun of the Domina Divina sisterhood in the gothic kingdom of Dominion, is tasked by High-Sister Piety to spy on a Desert Baron who is plotting a coup.
These stories explore themes of survival, rebellion, and espionage within a rich, erotic framework, culminating in a dramatic and steamy finale where the paths of Mai, Anaya, and Bella converge. This novella not only offers tantalizing tales but also expands the lore of its universe, setting the stage for future entries in the series.
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<h3>Excerpt from Steamy Punk © Copyright 2024 Alejandro Ashes</h3>
“You can jerk off to me while I dance,” teased Mai, her thigh-high boots clacking on the neon-drenched floor as she made her way to the stripper pole.
The stylish banker, decked out in a cream suit and open white shirt, looked surprised by her offer, but his friends clapped him on the back, encouraging him to go ahead.
Anything goes in the Dreampetal nightclub, babe, just ask your pals. They’ve clearly been here before.
The rowdy men toasted one another with glowing cocktails as the banker shooed them away, waiting for the grinning goons to vanish behind one of the many silky curtains fluttering in the mist-filled warehouse.
Mai could hear them chuckling as they sought out their own private amusements elsewhere, one of them cursing as he nearly tripped on one of the fog machines keeping the ambience extra steamy throughout.
The banker unzipped his pants, pulled out his thick tan cock and started masturbating to her, giddy with the freedom to do as he pleases.
There you go, hun. You paid for all those overpriced champagne bottles tonight and we both know what you’re really paying for. Gotta launder that cash in case you’re ever investigated.
She smiled seductively, tossing back her long red-dyed hair and grabbed the stripper pole.
The music blasting through the speakers from the house DJ, a face-tatted drug dealer who spun discs more in tune with his own high than with any actual rhythm, picked up in intensity.
Mai soared into a phoenix spin, opening her leanly-muscled legs wide as she went upside down into a handspring position.
The banker gawked at her petite pussy and how its petals gleamed in the dimly lit room, grazing her slender neck with his hungry eyes and wishing he could bite down on it.
His balls flopped up and down as he jerked his dick hard, imagining all the terrible things he wanted to do to her at the afterparty, where the college-aged nightclub promoters that worked for the Hawkmoth Syndicate took select dancers.
The banker’s friends had promised him that what went down in the Shadow District underbelly beneath Liberty at pop-up nightclubs like Dreampetal was nothing compared to what happened above ground, in the Goldsmith District mansions.
And all you had to do was spend and spend to get on the afterparty list. Well, be careful what you wish for.
Mai was glad to see his ravenous stare as she went through her well-practiced pole routine, pulling off seemingly impossible positions with acrobatic grace, faster and faster.
She now dangled provocatively in an inverted crucifix move.
Looks like I’m winning him over. If he picks me to go with him to the afterparty, I can finally save my sister.
Her small-yet-perky breasts drew his eyes sharply as she squeezed the pole with her legs tightly, then brought her arms together to pinch her nipples.
Mai even let some drool hang from her mouth before slurping it back up.
I need to look as unhinged and down-to-fuck as possible.
“I want you so bad,” she cooed, giving his dick a meaningful look and licking her lips.
He smiled, jerking himself harder and nodding.
“I want you too, sexy,” he replied in a husky voice.
Easing herself down, she whipped her hair back, naked except for her thigh-high boots, which thudded loudly as she walked towards him confidently.
I’m going to kill you, slaughter your douchebag friends and maybe even take out a few of these privileged little nightclub promoter pricks who serve this crime-infested shithole.
She envisioned the stiletto knives concealed inside the soles of her boots and the fountains of blood that would gush after she plunged them into the businessmen and the promoters in a ballet of slaughter; and maybe she’d have a machine-crossbow too if Vivian came through tonight with the smuggled goods.
As she daydreamed, it was the promoters she looked forward to punishing the most, because when she was a sorority girl herself, it was their student-run crime facilitating network that had first suckered her into this racket.
There won’t be any running back home to mommy and daddy, then being good little students during the day time at your yuppy university, when you’re bleeding to death at my feet tonight. I almost hope Vivian isn’t able to get me a machine-crossbow. It’d be more satisfying to stab and stab and stab.
Mai had made the mistake of chasing after the fast-cash promises of Shadow District dancing, which was more lucrative than the much safer sex work available at Castle Courtesana and its legit establishments in the heart of Liberty above ground.
Sex work was not treated as a crime, after all, and was celebrated.
But down here, it was promote or dance for the real money, and she did not have the mercenary heartlessness required to be a promoter.
There were bartender gigs and hype girls who sat around pretending to have fun so the club looked stylish, but the pay was not worth the risk in Mai’s view, and she had neither the mixology skills nor the tittering bimbo personality to pull off either role.
But I can fucking dance. And I’m gonna dance in the flames of that afterparty mansion after I rescue Sayuri and burn it down. I just know that’s the one she’s trapped in.
If the banker noticed any of the deadly intent in her eyes as she stood before him, he was too distracted by her slender thighs and well-rounded ass, which were as honed as her abs.
“Want me to suck your dick?” she mewed, raising her hands up like a cat suddenly.
Guys love this cat girl stuff.
He nodded vigorously.
“Want to slap me a little?” she then asked, tapping her right cheek and getting on all fours. “Gently though, because I’m a soft kitty.”
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<description><![CDATA[Come Hither will take you on a whirlwind of fantasies. Starting in sensual desires, and intimacies. Tapping into the most vulnerable parts that we don't dare speak. Those whispers that haunt our minds of hidden needs. Spreading us open into erotic and primal instincts, and dirty secrets that stimulate our goosebumps—singing the songs of our […]
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<content:encoded><![CDATA[Come Hither will take you on a whirlwind of fantasies. Starting in sensual desires, and intimacies. Tapping into the most vulnerable parts that we don't dare speak.
Those whispers that haunt our minds of hidden needs. Spreading us open into erotic and primal instincts, and dirty secrets that stimulate our goosebumps—singing the songs of our hearts.
Here Serenity Lane taps into every part that is more than just erotic. Teasing your mind till you are on the edge of your seat begging for the short stories nudging you into the dark and leaving you tingling with only your mind.
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<h3>Excerpt from Come Hither © Copyright 2024 Serenity Lane</h3>
Darkness keeps our secrets in hidden passages. 
Where we reminisce and capture a visual. 
A lust for your hands grazing my face. Turning blush as your grip took a tour of my curves. Being tied by my aroma and freezing in time. At a standstill as our lips brush. 
Getting a taste of hidden Inhibitions. My body is begging for more. Looking for a way to push and you to pull me in. 
Dripping in my imagination wondering how far we could have pushed, and what doors could have been opened. I lost my ability to speak when my body was submitting without my permission.
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