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**NOVEL ONLY FOR 18+ AGE** This book contains thigh tingling erotic and steamy stories you have ever read in one book. It's a compilation of every steamy genre, mouth watering, lustful and intense spicy stories for your pleasure. If you are not into adult and mature romance/hot erotica, then please don't open this book. Here you will get to read amazing short stories and new series every day, week and month. These stories will surely make your heartthrob and curl your toes in pleasure and excitement. Let's dive in into these amazing adventures....
By day, Derek is a struggling journalist drowning in rejection. By night, he's the master of his own decadent world, where Heather, his devoted submissive, exists only to please him. Every night, she greets him on her knees, her body his to command-soft, eager, and willing.
Bound by desire and the unspoken hunger between them, their nights blur into a feverish haze of pleasure and punishment. She lives to serve; he lives to take. But as the boundaries between dominance and obsession fade, Derek must decide-does he own her, or has she already mastered him?
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Derek closed his laptop, signaling that it was the end of his work shift. He had spent the last twelve hours working tirelessly on a news article that had been turned down by his boss three times already. In the past month, she had only run one of his articles.
He put on his brown jacket and packed his laptop up in his briefcase. It was pathetic how he had allowed himself to fall so far.
He took the subway home every night to his lonely apartment in midtown Manhattan. There, no one paid attention to any of the strange faces that passed in the street and every scream was muffled by the sound of the buses honking their horns.
He entered a very shabby and dimly lit apartment. He was greeted by his servant, Heather, who was dressed in a form fitting French maid outfit. Her skin was light and pale, with long blonde hair that was braided and out of her face. Her eyes were a soft blue.
She wore a black garter belt attached to her nude stockings. On her petite and docile feet was a pair of three-inch heels. The heel was just long enough to give her legs an extra bit of sexiness but not enough to make her taller than he was. She greeted him with her head slightly bowed and her eyes to his shoes.
"Welcome home, master," she said, bending down to her knees. She kissed both of his shoes and kept her head down.
"You may take them off," Derek said, removing his own jacket and placing his briefcase on a table next to the door. He watched as she slowly and gently untied his black dress shoes.
Every movement she made was fluid and graceful. It was hard to believe that in high school, she used to be a cheerleader, full of spunk and bursting with energy. Little did he know that she would become this beautiful creature that served him in his own home.
Their relationship was not something that many people would understand, even in a city as liberal as New York. He started dating her in college, after a night of partying at a local get together.
She had a disease that made her obsessed with servitude. After she had fully blossomed in her junior year of college, she could no longer contain herself and picked him out of the crowd of horny young men at a party. Why she had picked him, he would never know, but she had given him a night he would always remember- and her virginity.
He walked to the bathroom as Heather put his briefcase and jacket away. She always had a hot bath waiting for him to soak into after a long day at work. Next to the tub was a glass of red wine. He quickly undressed, tossed all of his clothes aside, and lowered himself into the steaming hot water.
His muscles instantly loosened and he was in a world of relaxation. The wine brought a wonderful warming sensation to his face. Even after four years of having Heather, he would never get bored of her willingness to bend to his every will.
After his bath, Heather dressed him in his bathrobe and followed behind him as he walked to the living room. He sat down on a recliner and leaned back, sighing with pleasure. She got on her knees and bowed her head again.
"May I please my master?" she asked.
"Do so," he loved it when she asked that question. He leaned back a little more to get himself comfortable.
Heather inched herself closer to him and then moved to his crotch. He was already nice and erect for her. She grabbed the base of his penis and opened her little mouth to suck on the head of his cock.
"Mmmm..." he moaned softly, feeling the initial wetness of her beautiful lips.
She began to swallow more of him, little by little, until his whole cock was deep in her mouth. Her throat was tight but she forced it in anyway.
He could feel the back of her throat closing with every thrust as she tried her hardest not to gag on his thickness. His balls tightened up against him as he felt her thrust his cock faster and faster down her throat.
"Ugh..." he sighed, watching her blonde head move back and forth rhythmically.
"Look up at me," he commanded. Instantly, her blue eyes looked up innocently at him as she continued to keep sucking him off.
"Fuck..." he said, grabbing the armrests of the recliner with both of his hands,
"I'm getting so close..." She knew exactly what to do. With a finger, she reached under his balls and pressed against the sensitive skin as she thrust his cock down her throat.
He could feel her swallow and her throat tighten up while she pressed against the outside of his prostate. The pleasure was building up at the head of his cock.
"Ugh..." he moaned, feeling more pressure build up. Even though he thought it was impossible, she managed to get him even deeper in her throat. Despite the fact he was about to bust it all over her throat, he pushed her off of him.
He grabbed his cock and bounced it a few times in his hand, trying to calm himself down. He was not ready to cum yet.
"Did I say make me cum?" he asked her, raising his voice.
She closed her eyes tightly and whispered, "No master."
"You have made me unhappy. Come here."
He pulled out the rope from the middle of his bathrobe. The bathrobe fell off behind him as he stood up.
Heather crawled towards him, whimpering.
"Lay down," he said, sternly. Obediently, she lied down.
He positioned her wrists next to a leg of the table and tied her there. He had nailed his coffee table down for this exact reason. Taking a knife from the top of the table, he gently sliced down the front of her outfit.
She did not wear any panties beneath her garter belt and her waxed, beautiful pussy was exposed. He put the knife down on the ground and gave her pussy a good lick. She always tasted sweet.
"Mmm!" she let out a moan. He spread her legs wide open and buried his tongue deep inside her, before moving it towards her clit. Her clit twitched as her back began to arch. He massaged her with his tongue, moving it in circular motions.
"Ah... ugh..." she moaned softly. He eased his index finger inside her, feeling how wet her silky pussy was getting. It was time.
His cock was still erect and throbbing. He pulled apart her cut open outfit, exposing beautiful C cup breasts with perky pink nipples. He grabbed one of them with his fingers.
"Oh..." she sighed, closing her eyes. Then he thrust his cock inside her, tearing apart her pussy that was always so tight, no matter what he did to her. He could feel her silky wetness lubricating his cock upon his entry.
"Ugh!" she moaned a little louder. He squeezed her nipple harder,
"Be quiet."
With one hand still on her nipple and the thumb of his other hand against her clit, he began to fuck her missionary style. Her pussy contracted immediately as she struggled to keep her moans quiet.
"Oh yeah..." Derek said, fucking her harder and harder. Her pussy kept getting wetter and wetter for him and he knew she was enjoying it. It took all of his concentration to not finish before she did. It was always worth it for him.
Despite his efforts, he could feel the climax building up in the head of his cock again. He tried to turn his eyes away from her beautiful tits, which were bouncing in circular motions. Still, her pussy gripped him tighter and tighter. He licked his thumb and started rubbing her clit again.
"Ugh..." she moaned, "Mm!"
She clenched her lips tightly to not be too loud. Her pussy contracted one more time as she squeezed his cock with all her might. He could not hold it in anymore.
"Fuck!" he yelled, "Ugh!" He rammed his cock completely inside her and let his climax pulse right out of the head of his cock.
At the same time, she kept squeezing, letting a stream of cum squirt from her pussy all over him. The warm sensation forced him to cum, each pulse with more force than the next until he had completely filled up her pussy.
"Oh..." he said, weakly, untying her from the coffee table. He sat back, cock covered with both of their cum.
Like the good slave she was, she crawled towards him again, clothes still ripped, and licked every bit of cum off of his cock.
Mike always thought the voice in his head was just a part of him-an inner whisper guiding his darkest cravings. But when that voice starts urging him toward the one temptation he knows he shouldn't want, resisting becomes impossible. His sisters have always been his safe place-and desire coils between them like a snake in the dark, winding tighter with every accidental touch, every teasing laugh, every moment they're left alone. Mike fights it, but the voice in his head isn't just his own anymore. Its theirs, whispering sweet, sinful promises that make his blood run hot and his control slip away. As the boundaries of family and passion blur, Mike is forced to face the truth: some desires can't be silenced... and some sins are too delicious to resist. 🔥 Dark. Sensual. Forbidden. 🔥 Are you ready to listen to the whispers? Excerpts:... Mike moaned as she began to arch her hips up and down, rubbing the lips of her pussy up and down his shaft and pumping his cock with both hands. She was rewarded quickly, as he started to cum, losing the fight against the excitement of the situation. She pumped her pussy and hand on his cock several times, a few thick ropes of cum arced up and layed out neatly on her torso. Several ejaculations later, she was thoroughly coated by her brother's cum, and it began to drip down her body. Note: This story is a 36 part erotic series. It contains a lot of steamy and thigh tingling erotic scenes. ************* BONUS: DO YOU WANNA READ MORE EROTIC TALES? THIS BOOK GOT IT ALL Read and enjoy.....
18+(For Adults Only)... In an unexpected twist of fate, a young woman finds herself playing matchmaker for the most unlikely of couples-her stunning, confident mother and her own charming boyfriend. What starts as a harmless setup quickly spirals into a whirlwind of forbidden chemistry and secret lusful desires. As tensions rise and emotions flare, the boundaries of love, trust, and loyalty are tested in ways no one could have predicted. Can they navigate the complexities of this unconventional triangle, or will their worlds come crashing down? This provocative tale dives deep into the messy, thrilling intersections of love, lust and attraction, where passion knows no bounds, and the heart's desires refuse to play by the rules. Excerpts:>>>> They're good memories," With a laugh, she added, "It made me horny! After lunch, I'm going to get out my dildo and f**k myself like the mental image I have of Bobby f**king you." "Thinking of your daughter getting her pussy f**ked makes you horny, huh?" Melissa said with an impish grin. "I wonder if it makes you as horny as I used to get listening to you and Dad going at it in your bedroom." ********** NB: This book is a compilation of thigh tingling and mouth watering stories for ADULT amusement only. It contains other erotic themes and it is of an adult, explicit, SEXUAL nature. Enjoy. >>>>
Darya spent three years loving Micah, worshipping the ground he walked on. Until his neglect and his family's abuse finally woke her up to the ugly truth-he doesn't love her. Never did, never will. To her, he is a hero, her knight in shining armour. To him, she is an opportunist, a gold digger who schemed her way into his life. Darya accepts the harsh reality, gathers the shattered pieces of her dignity, divorces him, takes back her real name, reclaims her title as the country's youngest billionaire heiress. Their paths cross again at a party. Micah watches his ex-wife sing like an angel, tear up the dance floor, then thwart a lecher with a roundhouse kick. He realises, belatedly, that she's exactly the kind of woman he'd want to marry, if only he had taken the trouble to get to know her. Micah acts promptly to win her back, but discovers she's now surrounded by eligible bachelors: high-powered CEO, genius biochemist, award-winning singer, reformed playboy. Worse, she makes it pretty clear that she's done with him. Micah gears up for an uphill battle. He must prove to her he's still worthy of her love before she falls for someone else. And time is running out.
Ethan always viewed Nyla as a compulsive liar, while she saw him as aloof and insensitive. Nyla had cherished the notion that she was dear to Ethan, yet she felt coldly rejected when she realized her place in his heart was insignificant. No longer trying to break through his coldness, she stepped back, only for him to alter his approach unexpectedly. She challenged him, "If you trust me so little, why keep me around?" Ethan, who had once carried himself with pride, now stood before her with a humble plea. "Nyla, I've made mistakes. Please don't walk away from me."
Kaelyn devoted three years tending to her husband after a terrible accident. But once he was fully recovered, he cast her aside and brought his first love back from abroad. Devastated, Kaelyn decided on a divorce as people mocked her for being discarded. She went on to reinvent herself, becoming a highly sought-after doctor, a champion racer, and an internationally renowned architectural designer. Even then, the traitors sneered in disdain, believing Kaelyn would never find someone. But then the ex-husband’s uncle, a powerful warlord, returned with his army to ask for Kaelyn’s hand in marriage.
Everyone was shocked to the bones when the news of Rupert Benton's engagement broke out. It was surprising because the lucky girl was said to be a plain Jane, who grew up in the countryside and had nothing to her name. One evening, she showed up at a banquet, stunning everyone present. "Wow, she's so beautiful!" All the men drooled, and the women got so jealous. What they didn't know was that this so-called country girl was actually an heiress to a billion-dollar empire. It wasn't long before her secrets came to light one after the other. The elites couldn't stop talking about her. "Holy smokes! So, her father is the richest man in the world?" "She's also that excellent, but mysterious designer who many people adore! Who would have guessed?" Nonetheless, people thought that Rupert didn't love her. But they were in for another surprise. Rupert released a statement, silencing all the naysayers. "I'm very much in love with my beautiful fiancee. We will be getting married soon." Two questions were on everyone's minds: "Why did she hide her identity? And why was Rupert in love with her all of a sudden?"
To the public, Arabella was Owen's trusty secretary who catered to all his needs and served as the primary blood donor of his beloved, who was in a coma. Behind closed doors, she was Owen's submissive wife. Arabella was quiet and obedient, and she endured every humiliation without a word of protest. Rumored to be a neat freak, Owen had tossed the last woman who had dared to kiss him into the river. Yet he pinned Arabella against the wall and demanded, "Give me a child, and I’ll let you go!" Arabella pushed him away and flashed him a cold smile. "You are not worthy!"
The dream of everyone with regards to marriage is to be able to find that special someone and settle down with them. Even arranged marriages grant you an opportunity to meet your partner briefly before the wedding. How will you feel about waking up in the morning with someone sleeping next to you who is not just anyone but your legally married partner yet with no memory of how that had happened in just a few hours of going out the previous day? This is the story of Jason Haward and Julia Harrison, two strangers trapped in a marriage they never planned. The quest to find out why led to the unfolding of a mystery which made them realize they are both living a lie. To find out more, read this amazing story of love, betrayal, revenge and murder.