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TALES OF INSTANT LUST - SHORT READS Preface Greetings, Reader Welcome to a world where passion flares up in the most unexpected places, where lust takes the stage, and where desire never waits. The concept behind "Tales of Instant Lust" was that not all love stories have to be quiet or poetic. Irresistible chemistry, unsaid tension, and raw hunger can sometimes express more than a thousand romantic words ever could. Designed for people who want their fantasies to be served quickly, hot, and unrestrained, these stories are brief, intense, and explicitly sexy.

Raphael would never leave me. Since she couldn't talk, I did. "Your college girlfriend just told me—right in front of a whole campus—that she wants you to divorce me." I smiled into the phone, like it was the best news I'd heard all day. "Perfect. I agree. I'll have my lawyer draw up the papers. Since you cheated during the marriage, don't forget the compensation clause." I hung up before he could answer, then turned to her. "I'll be filing a complaint with your college. You're morally unfit to be a student here. Let's see what they do."

it was an erotic story ,titled the hot kidnapper) I raise an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in my eyes. I push off from the desk and walk closer, my heels clicking on the floor. “A story, huh? You think you can just walk in here and write a tale for me? How about you show me what you’re made of first? Tell me, what’s your fantasy? What gets you going in the dark?” I lean in, my breath warm against your ear, my large breasts pressing against your arm. (Pushing the paper to you I ask you to read it aloud ,you cheeks turn a faint red as you try to explain you brought the wrong story,I press a finger to your lips shushing you and telling you to read, you read it all)

There was one solitary, big book on a low table between them. "The title of the tale is The Binding of Autumn," he began, his voice an entrancing whisper just in harmony with the shriek of the fire. “It's the tale of a harvest god who offers a mortal woman a choice: one night of absolute freedom for one year of unimaginable riches for her people." He didn't move as his eyes met hers. "The consent is the matter at hand. It must be freely bestowed, not coerced, and whispered three times into the skin of his throat." “Do you have any idea what sort of story you're going to be reading me tonight?”

On it were the words written in icing: Be my girlfriend. He lifted her chin; his eyes were now on hers. “Amaya, the short time I’ve spent with you has been magical. You light up a room with your childlike energy. I love you more than I imagined possible. I want you to be my girlfriend, and maybe, one day, my wife.” Her hand flew to her mouth. She read the cake again, her eyes glistening. “Of course,” she said with a shaky laugh. “Of course I’ll be your girlfriend, as long as you promise to make more dishes for me.”

Hi, everyone! This is Curvy Writes, and first things first: I need to take a deep, dramatic bow and then just collapse on the nearest couch. Because, people, we did it! I just want to say a massive, soul-hugging, confetti-tossing THANK YOU to every single one of you who has been reading my short story, "In Her Skin." Seriously, from the bottom of my slightly exhausted but extremely grateful heart, thank you. You guys have been the absolute best audience a writer could ask for.

He had been told that some places were very much like the interior of Spain, with rocky hills covered, here and there, with true forests. The owners of the house were an American couple in their early thirties. They thought she and Rory were more than friends, and she was embarrassed when Mary Jackson asked if they wanted to share the same room. " Fleur isn't my girlfriend," Rory said calmly, "although I've tried.

"It was amazing, the sweetest I’ve ever had in a long while Alexa. He's so gentle and caring, and he makes me feel like I'm the only person in the world. I could go on and on to tell you about it but I don’t want to bore you with such conversations. The first night was incredibly though, my legs shook terribly and I never wanted it to end. He made the night romantic by first taking me on a special date, after which he took me to his beautiful mansion, made me feel at home and offered me whatever I wanted. I fell for his charm and before I knew it, I had kissed him passionately, initiating a sexual moment. He didn’t waste any more time as he took me into his bedroom and gave me the best show

she commands as if I'm an elevator mechanic. When I make no move to do anything, she looks at me, and I see the fear starting to bubble over, so I take one knee. I pull the ring out of my pocket to present to her. Before one word comes from my mouth, the tears begin to pool in her eyes. "Princess..." Yes, she still loves to hate it. "You're my best friend, my confidante, my partner. I love you more than life itself and never want to spend a day not knowing you're mine. Will you marry me?"

I hаd mу fingеrѕ in my fiancee’s рuѕѕу during the еntirе ѕtоrу. I couldn't just help myself. By the time she was done telling her story, my dick was throbbing painfully, and I swear her pussy had gotten wetter. My fingers were covered in her arousal. Damn, those two lesbians had turned my fiancee into a horny dog in heat and banged her in a fucking public toilet at a club, and she fucking loved it. I could tell from the excitement swimming in her eyes.