THIS BOOK CONTAINS NUMEROUS SHORT EROTICA STORIES AND IT'S NOT SUITABLE FOR YOUNG READERS. ~~~~~~~ “This..this is so wrong..” Octavia’s words turned into a song of moans, as she arched her back, her mouth wide open covered in drool and her eyes rolling continuously. “Does Bernie fuck you the way I do?” A deep baritone voice asked followed by the slapping of skins. “No..no.” Octavia stuttered, pleasure rushing through every part of her body. “Does he give you as many orgasms as you want?” Came the baritone deep voice again which made her stomach flipped. “No, Romania. Only you do.” …….. Octavia thought she has acquired everything she wanted. A loving boyfriend, a stable job, lovely friends and so on, but her sex life was nothing to write home about. Her boyfriend made her feel loved, but when it comes to orgasms, he always made her frustrated. Things changed when Octavia boyfriend’s older brother, Romania, came in. He gave her as many orgasms as she wanted and when he speaks, her core throbs. But Octavia is thrusted in a situation where she was forced to chose between her love life or her sex life.
더 보기NICOLE’S POVIt has been hours since Raymond left. I took my bath, wore a bikini, read some books and played with my phone, yet, I couldn't wait for Raymond to return.I was getting way too impatient and it was getting the best part of me.With a sigh, I rose from the bed, threw a hoodie and pants on then left the room with my phone.I might bore myself to death if I didn't leave my room.Upon getting downstairs, it was as silent as a graveyard. I guess Raymond gave the old woman in charge of the house a few days' break because of the forbidden acts we were about to commit.She knew Raymond is my foster brother and to her and everyone else. He was my real brother since we grew up together, but only both of us knew what kind of desires sparkled between us.It wasn't a platonic brother and sister relationship. It was way more than that. The fire in our eyes was threatening to consume us both, so before it does, we should fuck and get it out of our system.It would be a one time sex.Aft
NICOLE’s POVDuring breakfast, I tried as much as I could to avoid his gaze.Because if I looked him directly in the eyes, those forbidden thoughts buried deep within me would arise and in no time, I wouldn't be able to stop it.Raymond is my foster brother –a real brother and as his little sister, those thoughts should never cross my mind. “Are you okay?” Raymond asked, his elbows on the dining table and his brows furrowed in concern.I wasn't eating, just shifting uncomfortably on the chair, biting my lips and sweat clouded my forehead. Of course, he deserved to ask if I was okay, because I sure wasn't.“Yeah, I'm fine.” I nodded, forcing a smile, despite never meeting his eyes.Suddenly, the breakfast in front of me became the most important and precious thing to me at that moment. It saved my ass from looking at Raymond.“Cole, look at me.” He cooled but I pretended like I didn't hear him. “Fucking look at me Cole!” He slammed his fists against the table causing me to flinch as
NICOLE’S POV Waking up the next morning, a pang of headache hit me so hard that I rose from the bed with my head in my hands.I could barely see as the headache turned out to be the aftermath of last night drinking. Hangover.Looking around the room which I slept last night, my brows furrowed and my eyes narrowed.The room was nothing like my room, so whose room or rather, whose house was this?I looked around, trying to find my phone only to find out that I was in a total different clothes from what I wore to the club for my birthday party.Shit!My hands immediately flew to my mouth and my eyes widened like that of the moon.My jaw dropped to the ground that it was impossible to pick it up at that moment.Trying to ravage through my memories to find every pieces of last night sage, put them in order and find out what happened after I passed out.It was taking longer than expected to remember it all, but after what seems like forever, the memories came flooding in like a river.PREV
NICOLE’S POV Today happens to be my 20th birthday. I was now an official adults.“You look so beautiful in that dress, Cole.” My best friend, Lara said and I smiled widely, my cheeks turning crimson red due to her compliment.“Thank you, Lara. You also dress to kill, even more than the celebrant.” I said but she waved her hands at me, telling me I was overreacting.Since I was now a full grown woman, I decided to celebrate my birthday at a club/bar house.My friends from college all came and right now, the club was in all shades of vibes.I slumped to my seat, resting my head on the arm of the chair, looking so drunk.“The birthday isn't over, yet, you're so drunk, Cole. What's wrong with you?” Lara muttered and I gave her a sheepish smile, my eyes drowsy and half open.A sighed escaped my lips as I saw the text message from my mom from the tenth time since my birthday party started.It was a message to inform me that my foster brother was back from Ireland, after spending ten fuckin
I let out a deep breath, as I landed my back on the bed. I gazed up at Davis, who was smiling down at me, looking pleased with himself. "That was massive," he complimented, and I nodded in agreement.I couldn't deny that Davis was good in bed. He had known exactly how to touch me, how to make me feel good. But as I lay there, I couldn't help but compare him to Remington. Remington was on a whole different level when it came to sex. He knew exactly how to turn a lady on, how to make her panties get wet. He was so good, so skilled, that it was almost unfair to compare him to anyone else.But Davis wasn't bad either. At least he was better than Jerome, my ex-boyfriend. Jerome had been a disaster in bed, always fumbling and stumbling around like a clumsy teenager. Davis, on the other hand, had been smooth and confident, knowing exactly what he was doing.As I lay there, I bite my lower lip deductively, gazing at him. Davis leaned his face forward, planting a soft kiss on my lips. I gigg
As I walked out of my room, stretching my arms. Today is a free day, no classes, no test, no assignments. I had the whole day to myself. I grabbed my cellphone and headed downstairs to start my morning with a good meal and maybe another meal after that.As I reached the bottom of the stairs, I caught sight of my mom sitting in the living room, talking away on her phone. She had a big smile plastered on her face, and I wondered who she was conversing with over the phone But I didn't intend to listen to her conversation but as I did unknowningly, the smile plastered on my face turned to disgust. "You're free to come and check up on your wife," she said, her voice dripping with sweetness.My stomach twisted as I realized who she must be talking to. It was him - the guy I had met at the party last night, the one I had somehow gotten betrothed to without even realizing it.My mom had pushed me into this situation, trying to play matchmaker without even considering my feelings. And now,
I rested my right arm on the rail, looking interested. "You're pretty." I forced a smile onto my face, feeling a bit uncomfortable at his presence."I know I'm pretty, thanks for the compliment," I replied, still maintaining the fake smile as I glanced over at my stepfather.He was smiling and laughing with some people, with my mom cozied up in his arms. I felt my tummy tightening and pang of jealousy, wishing I was the one cozied up in his arms receiving all the adoration and attention but instead I'm stuck up with a stranger, forced to converse with him and made it look like I have interesting in his bullshit.My mom had introduced us just a little while ago, bragging about my academic excellence and trying to impress him.I don't know what kind of game my mom is trying to play but could it be she's trying to play the game of a matchmaker with the hope that things might hit off and a relationship will kickstart. If that's her game, I'm not going to participate in it because I'm not
As I walked into the dining room, I carefully placed the cup of milk on the table, trying not to spill a single drop. Then, I made my way over to Remy's side, where I snuggled up close to him, sitting comfortably on his thigh. I leaned in, pressing my lips deeply against his, feeling a rush of satisfaction.As we broke apart for a moment, Remy looked at me cockily like one about to pull up a stunt on me. "Mmm, is it fine if you miss school?" he asked, his voice low and husky. I gazed back at him, feeling a little surprised by his question. "You care about my studies?" I asked, my voice tinged with amusement.Remy's expression turned mischievous, and he uttered, "I want you to ditch school more often to have more sex with me, if it's possible." I couldn't help but burst out laughing at his raw, honest words. "I'll gladly do that," I responded, playfully handing him the glass cup of milk as I sprang up from his thigh.As I walked over to my bag, I couldn't help but feel a little self-
As I sat in front of the dining chair, I lazily held my fork, my eyes drifting towards Remington, who was eating his meal with a look of innocence. My mom was seated beside him, beaming with a bright smile as she gently kissed his lips, cleaning off the stain on his lips.At that moment I felt my throat drying up,my hands holding onto the fork tighter, slumping onto the chair further.Luna control yourself, "Fuck what's wrong with me?" Why is my throat getting dried, having the desires to be banged right now on the table screaming his name just because my mom had touched Remington's lips? I don't want this to make any sense . I quickly dropped my fork and reached for a glass of water, gulping it down in an attempt to shake off the sudden horniness I was feeling.Just then, my mom spoke up, "That reminds me, Luna." I coughed, almost choking on the water, and hastily set the glass down on the table. I turned my attention to my mom, trying to composed myself. "Anything, mom?" I asked,
OCTAVIA’S POVSeated with my reading glass on, my fingers typed fast against the keyboard of my laptop.The ideas for my newest book kept flowing in rapidly, and I typed each words, conveying the emotions of my characters.I wanted to write a book similar to my love life, and the ideas never stopped flowing in.I have the most perfect life any woman could desire. A loving boyfriend, a stable job as an author who earns six figures monthly, lovely group of friends and families, but I had just one problem.My sex life.My sex life is a complete mess.Yes, Bernie loves me and I do love him, but am I truly happy and satisfied in this relationship?Absolutely– well, not really.If he couldn't make me orgasm, I can use my toys. It doesn't stop me from loving him.Bernie and I have been dating for three years and our love kept growing stronger by each passing of the day.But sometimes, I feel tired and needed a break from this relationship and everything, but his loves kept me going.‘ I love...
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