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18+ ONLY | EXTREMELY EXPLICIT | ENTER AT YOUR OWN RISK Lust doesn’t care who’s watching—or what form it takes. From growling beasts in the woods to possessive men in penthouses, from scandalous threesomes under silk sheets to Santa’s very naughty lap—Crave is a shameless collection of er*tic shorts where anything goes and no fantasy is too filthy. Whether it’s a witch getting wrecked by her summoned demon, a sweet librarian bent over by her best friend’s dad, or two enemies going down instead of throwing punches—this book doesn’t slow down for breath. Straight. Gay. Monsters. Mortals. Magic. Each story is short, dirty, and unapologetically hot. You’re not here for love. You’re here to get off. So get in, stay wet, and Crave harder.

"You need to shut up baby. Let me take care of your needs. Can you do that for me?" He unzipped my dress, as it falls freely down to the floor. ***** The lifestyle is not for everyone. That was the first warning that she got from the woman.  She's in need of cash. Her parents suddenly got a divorce. Leaving her to struggle with her financial education alone.  She never imagined at the end of her college years to be like this. Gone was the lifestyle that she used to have. The best friends, and even the boyfriend. She jumped at the first chance to be a sugar baby. Because deep down she knew that she needed the money, that it would be over in a year. Then she can find a job and move on with her life.  ***** He never needed a girlfriend. They're always too needy for his time. And time was the one thing that he treasured.  He's a workaholic. He likes the arrangement of a sugar baby where he can pay a sum of money for a companion of a young attractive woman.  His friend actually suggested the idea. With the last sugar baby being too attached to him. It's time for him to find another one. A less demanding one. ***** Will he get what he paid for? *Warning! R-Rated for 18+ due to strong, explicit language and sexual content*.

Late nights. Locked doors. No rules. An innocent curvy intern stays late to “finish reports,” only to find herself bent over her CEO’s glass desk, skirt shoved up, begging for his thick cock to ruin her tight pussy with raw, relentless strokes until hot cum drips down her trembling thighs while the city lights watch. A “straight” roommate sneaks into bed in the middle of the night, spreading his best friend’s ass and claiming him with deep, filthy breeding until he’s moaning, leaking, and unable to walk straight the next morning. Best friends share wine and secrets that turn into hungry tongues, scissoring, and strap-on pounding on the couch, soaking each other in squirt after violent squirt. A stressed wife books a private session with her personal trainer and ends up face-down on the gym mat, ass up, getting her dripping cunt destroyed while he growls filthy praise between punishing thrusts. Every story in ‘Irresistible Cravings’ drips with forbidden heat: Boss/employee power plays. Step-family taboos. First-time gay awakenings. Friends-to-lovers filth. Risky public and semi-public fucks. Raw breeding. Anal obsession. Possessive mafia captors. Knotting wolves. Glory holes. Multiple loads. Edging that breaks you. And climaxes so intense they leave you shaking. M/F dominance. M/M rough claiming. F/F sensual surrender. 100% raw. No limits. No regrets. Short, filthy, addictive stories. Lock your door. Because once you start reading 'Irresistible Cravings', your hand won’t stop moving.

After Isabella is kicked out of her own home by her scheming stepmother and stepsister, she's left feeling lost and betrayed, with even her ex-fiancé turning his back on her. But fate throws her a curveball when she comes across an injured stranger and reluctantly decides to shelter him. Little does Isabella know, this Mr. Vagrant is a big shot in the city. But... this man she saved loved spending money so much that she almost went broke!

Desire has no limits and neither do these stories. Craving the Older Man brings you a world where fantasies come alive, boundaries blur, and pleasure rules every page. From dominant men who know exactly what they want to the sweet girls who ache to obey, each story delivers raw heat, forbidden tension, and addictive chemistry. Whether it’s Daddy kink, power play, secret encounters, or dark seduction, these tales are crafted to make your heart race and your body burn.

Three women. And maybe more... Three stories. And more... All soaked in desire that doesn't care about rules, vows, or shame. These aren't tales of love-they're confessions of raw, hungry need. Lust that makes your cünt throb, your cöck twitch, your breath catch. Pages moist with sweat, wet with cūm, dripping with sin. Fingers, lips, tongues, hands-everything presses, slides, and fūcks in ways that make your pulse race. You'll read about pūssies dripping, cöcks hard and throbbing, mouths gagging and sūcking, āss cheeks spread, tongues sliding inside folds, fingers plunging deep. Every page pulses with heat, with mōans you can feel, with bodies colliding and fücking without mercy. Inside, nothing is sacred. Nothing is safe. A married woman spreads wide for her forbidden lover. A professor trembles as her student takes her mouth. A stranger is bound and worshiped, every inch of her body devoured. And that's just the beginning. Every filthy craving, every desperate mōan, every secret you've never dared whisper-it's here. Women devour women. Men ravage men. Lovers cross every line they shouldn't. So go on. Pretend your fingers aren't twitching to turn the page. Pretend your thighs aren't already wet. Pretend your cöck isn't straining. But once you give in... once your eyes slide across the first word... you'll feel it- the slow, dirty pull between your thighs, the rush of want crawling through you, your body answering before your mind does. And from that moment- you don't just read it. You become it. Your püssy, your cöck, your jūices, your mōans, your filthy, trembling need-all mine to claim, to taste, to drive wild. So tell me-would you be mine? Would you dare turn these cūm-stained pages?