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A LITTLE LOST(1)

The late afternoon sun filtered through the tall windows of Hawthorne University’s main lecture hall, casting long golden shafts across the rows of wooden desks. Emma Harper clutched her notebook to her chest as she slipped into the back row, heart hammering. At nineteen, transferring mid-semester felt like walking into a lion’s den. New city, new campus, new everything. Her dark wavy hair fell over one shoulder, and she tugged at the hem of her short plaid skirt, suddenly self-conscious about how much leg it showed.Professor Lang droned on about modernist poetry, but Emma’s attention drifted. Two boys three rows ahead kept glancing back. The first had messy chestnut hair and a lean, athletic build. Alex, she’d overheard someone call him. His white button-down was rolled to the elbows, revealing toned forearms. The second, Jordan, sat beside him: broader shoulders, dark skin, a quiet intensity in his deep brown eyes. He wore a fitted black tee that hinted at the muscle beneath. Both

A LITTLE LOST (2)

Emma’s phone buzzed on her nightstand. She smiled despite the faint headache she’d used as an excuse to skip morning classes. The message from Alex was simple: Heard you’re sick. Jordan and I are coming over with soup and meds. Text your address. She replied quickly, heart already racing. Her parents were gone for the weekend for some anniversary trip up the coast. The big suburban house was empty except for her. Thirty minutes later, the doorbell rang. Emma padded down stairs in a loose tank top and tiny cotton shorts, her nipples already tightening against the thin fabric. She opened the door to find Alex and Jordan on the porch, both in casual hoodies and jeans, carrying a paper bag. “You look flushed,” Jordan said, stepping inside first. His eyes swept over her body, dark with immediate hunger. “Not that sick,” Alex added, closing the door behind him with a decisive click. He set the bag on the kitchen counter but didn’t bother unpacking it. “We were worried. But you don’t

THE EXAMINATION

Amila’s heart raced as she sat on the edge of the examination table in Dr. Sean’s private clinic. The room smelled of antiseptic and his subtle cologne. A crisp, masculine scent that had haunted her fantasies for the past two years. At twenty, she was no longer the shy teenager who accompanied her mother to appointments. She was a woman with needs, and every single one of them centered on the tall, authoritative man currently reviewing her chart.Dr. Sean was forty-two, broad-shouldered, with sharp cheekbones a dark stubble, and piercing gray eyes that always seemed to see straight through her. He wore his white coat over a fitted black shirt, the sleeves rolled up to reveal strong forearms corded with veins. Amila had touched herself countless nights imagining those hands on her body.“Any new symptoms, Amila?” he asked, his deep voice professional yet carrying that low timbre that made her thighs clench.She swallowed, her nipples already tightening beneath her thin sundress. “Not r

SISTER IN LAW(1)

Mira stood at the kitchen counter, rinsing the last of the dinner plates. The house felt too large and too quiet with Daniel away for the next ten days. She had already worked late three evenings in a row just to avoid coming home to the empty rooms. Tonight she had given up and cooked anyway, a simple meal she barely touched.The doorbell rang just after nine.She dried her hands on the dish towel and walked to the front door. Kevin had texted earlier saying he’d drop off the spare key Daniel had asked him to hold. She hadn’t expected him this late.When she opened the door, Kevin stood under the porch light in a dark grey hoodie and jeans, one hand in his pocket. He looked tired after his long hospital shift. His hair was slightly damp from the light rain.“Hey,” he said. “Sorry it’s late.”“It’s fine,” Mira replied, stepping aside. “Come in.”He wiped his shoes before entering. The familiar woody scent of his cologne drifted past her. Mira locked the door, the small click sounding

SISTER IN LAW (2)

Mira froze beneath Kevin, her body still clenching around his cock. Kevin went rigid, buried deep inside her.The door clicked shut. Footsteps sounded in the hallway.“Mira? You home? I brought the wine you...oh shit.”Lena stood in the living room entrance, keys still in one hand, a bottle of red wine in the other. Her eyes widened as she took in the scene: Mira completely naked on the couch, legs wrapped around Kevin, his pants shoved down, cock clearly buried inside her sister-in-law.For a long second, no one moved.Lena’s gaze flicked from Mira’s flushed face to Kevin’s tense shoulders, then down to where their bodies were joined. Instead of shock or anger, something darker and hotter flashed across her expression.“I… forgot you mentioned Kevin was dropping something off,” Lena said, voice strangely calm. Her eyes stayed locked on them. “Didn’t realize it included this.”Mira’s heart hammered. She should feel mortified. She should push Kevin off and scramble for clothes. Instead

MIDNIGHT MATCHA MOAN

The soft glow of paper lanterns cast a warm, golden hue over the interior of Matcha Whisper, a hidden gem tucked away in a quiet corner of the city that felt like a slice of old Kyoto. The air always carried the delicate aroma of freshly whisked matcha, buttery pastries, and the faint sweetness of azuki beans. Traditional wooden beams arched overhead, and low wooden tables with cushioned zabuton seats invited patrons to linger. Aiko Tanaka moved gracefully between the tables in her elegant uniform: a soft pink kimono-style blouse that hugged her petite frame, a crisp white apron tied neatly at her waist, and a pleated skirt that swayed just above her knees. At 24, she was the picture of demure Japanese beauty. Porcelain skin, long black hair pinned up with delicate kanzashi ornaments, and large, doe-like eyes that rarely met a customer’s gaze for long. Yet beneath that polished politeness burned something deeper. Yuji Takahashi had been coming every evening for three weeks. Tall

TOY TESTING TEMPTATION

Claire Voss stepped into the sleek, private testing suite on the top floor of Elysium Innovations, her heels clicking confidently against the polished marble floor. At 28, the adult model was no stranger to cameras, lights, or her own body. With her full, heavy breasts, hourglass curves, and smooth olive skin that glowed under any lighting, she had built a career celebrating pleasure, both on screen and off. Today’s assignment promised to be different. Testing a revolutionary new line of smart sex toys. High-end, discreet, and supposedly capable of adapting to a woman’s body in real time.The room was luxurious, almost obscene with large shiny mirrors lining three walls, reflecting the soft amber lighting and the large, padded testing chaise in the center. A low glass table held an array of sleek devices. Vibrating wands, suction stimulators, insertable vibes with pulsing patterns, and a few mysterious curved pieces that promised G-spot and clitoral bliss simultaneously. The air carri

kitsune's surrender (1)

Fugishigoro stood at the entrance of the elegant two-story home in the quiet residential district of Setagaya, his posture perfectly straight, expression cool and unreadable. The late afternoon sun filtered through the cherry blossom trees lining the street, casting soft pink shadows on the ground. At twenty-six, he was strikingly handsome, tall and lean with sharp, aristocratic features, jet-black hair falling slightly over piercing dark eyes, and a sculpted jawline that made strangers glance twice. To the outside world, he was the epitome of refined detachment: a successful young architect who spoke little and smiled even less.Inside, however, a storm raged.Kyomi. Her name alone sent a dark, possessive heat flooding through his veins. He had loved her, obsessed over her for three years. Every stolen photo on his phone, every late-night drive past her apartment, every carefully memorized detail of her routines was proof of his devotion. She was his. She just didn’t know it yet. To

kitsune's surrender (2)

The air in the living room had grown thick with tension, heavy like incense smoke during a forbidden ritual. Fugishigoro’s hands remained on Kyomi’s hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh beneath her tiny shorts as she straddled him. The Yokai Seduction card lay forgotten on the table, its provocative text now reality.“Shall we make the game more interesting?” Kyomi whispered, grinding slowly against the massive bulge in his pants. Her hazel eyes were dark with lust. “Strip version. Every time you lose a round, you take something off. Same for me. Unless… you’re too shy, samurai?”Fugishigoro’s outer mask stayed cold, but inside the yandere roared with feral hunger. She’s offering her body. Piece by piece. I’ll memorize every inch before I claim her forever.“Begin,” he said flatly.They restarted with the hanafuda cards, but the stakes had changed completely. Kyomi played with deliberate clumsiness, giggling as she “misplayed” the same suit twice. She lost the first round on purp

BOUND SURRENDER (1)

Ethan stood motionless in the dimly lit hallway, his heart hammering against his ribs like a caged beast. The house was quiet except for the distant sound of running water from the master bathroom. At twenty-four, he was tall, athletic, with sharp features and dark, brooding eyes that hid a storm of forbidden desire. Victoria, his stepmother, had married his father five years ago. She was forty-one but looked far younger. She was just a voluptuous goddess with full, heavy breasts, wide hips, and smooth, sun-kissed skin that haunted his every waking moment.He had tried to fight it. The guilt. The shame. But tonight, something inside him had finally snapped.The bathroom door was slightly ajar, steam curling out like an invitation. Ethan moved silently, pressing himself against the wall where he could see clearly through the gap without being noticed. The large glass shower enclosure was fogged, but not enough to hide her.Victoria stood under the cascading hot water, her back arched a

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