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DARK FUCKING PLEASURE: The Little Black Book Of Sin (+18)

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DISCLAIMER: READ AT YOUR OWN RISK OF HORNINESS “Desires take many forms. Some are meant to stay hidden. Some refused to be controlled. From erotic start to spine-tingling stretch to a mind-blowing, leg-shaking orgasm.” CUNT & CUM: THE LITTLE BLACK BOOK OF SIN is an extensive collection of short, steamy tales of sex. It includes every sexual desire, fantasies, temptation, and ecstasy from Masturbation, Lesbian sex, threesomes, BDSM, Solo orgasm, Taboos, Noncommittal relationships, and so on. This book is the perfect bedside companion. NOTE: All characters depicted in this book are consenting adults. If any of these themes are distressing or not to your taste, you may wish to skip the book. EXTRACT The door slams shut behind us as he dragged me into the bedroom by my wrist, his grip unyielding. I barely had time to breathe before he hoisted me up and tossed me into the bed. The impact knocked the breath from my lungs. And before I could scramble away, he was on me, yanking my arms above my head with one hand and reaching for the restraints tucked under the pillows with the other. Ropes bit into my skin as he lashed my wrist to the headboard, then pulled my legs apart and secured each ankle to the bedpost. I thrashed, but it was useless. The moment I was spread open, vulnerable, he dropped between my thighs and dived in. His tongue flicked my clit in rapid, punishing strokes, his fingers digging into my thighs hard enough to bruise. He licked up my slit before circling my clit with cruel precision. I arched off the bed, a choked cry tearing from my throat. “Please…please…fuck me.” “Not too soon, Bambi.” He growled. He sealed his mouth over my core again, sucking hard. My whole body seized as the first orgasm hit me like lightning strikes. “There,” he murmured. My hands clawed at the ropes as I tried to twist away when he dragged his tongue through my folds again, slow and filthy. He pinned my hips down and licked deeper. “I can't…stop, please!” I begged. He didn't stop. He picked into me like he was starving until another wave of climax hit me again. My moans dissolved into broken whispers as my vision nearly blurred. He pulled back just enough for me to see the smirk on his face. “Breathe. Breathe. Just cum for me. All you have to do…is cum.” his fingers circled my clit in tight merciless spirals. “One more, love.” He ordered. I shook my head wildly. “I can't. I'll die. Stop...please.” He laughed. “You are not dying yet, dear.” His fingers replaced his mouth, plunging two in me, stretching me with a rough twist that made my hips jerk in weak, involuntary spasm. “Take all of it,” he curled his fingers just right, pressing against the G-spot that made me see stars. “Yes! Yes! Yes! Fuck!” He didn't slow down. His thumb ground right circles on my clit while his fingers pumped in and out. The wet sounds filled the room. His fingers worked me towards the edge again. A sob broke out of my throat as I came again. “Fuck!” My eyes rolled back. Still, he doesn't stop. I lost count after six orgasms. The bed was soaked. My body wrecked. I was an overstimulated mess under his tongue and fingers. SPRINKLE HOLY WATER AFTER READING.
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Hurt Me Like You Mean It [BL]

[Updates resume March. Due to exams] [This book contains, explicit and mature scenes—no r*pe. Not advised for viewers under 18, protect thy purity] Lance Dixon is drowning in a debt that isn’t his. His parents’ financial mistakes have fallen entirely onto him, and his life has collapsed into a constant struggle to stay afloat. He has never denied what he is. Lance is a masochist, and most people he’s dated couldn’t handle that truth. Every relationship ended the same way, leaving him with needs no one was willing to meet. Everything shifts on a night he drinks too much and ends up venting to a stranger. In a mix of frustration and alcohol, Lance jokes that he’d sell himself to anyone willing to pay off his debt. The stranger, Ansel Lowell, doesn’t brush it off. He asks how much. And when Lance tells him, Ansel offers a deal: three months living under his terms, in exchange for clearing the debt completely. The deal is straightforward and seems almost like relief. But as the days pass, the dynamic between them deepens in ways neither expected. What began as a simple exchange grows into a connection that is far more consuming, and far more dangerous, than either of them intended. [Excerpt] Lance meant to pull away when Ansel stepped closer, but his body didn’t move. Ansel’s hand hovered near his jaw, just close enough to make Lance’s breath catch. “Do you understand what you agreed to?” Ansel asked quietly. Lance swallowed. “You’re paying off my debt. I stay with you for three months. That’s it.” A hint of a smile tugged at Ansel’s mouth, which made him more dangerous because of it. “No, Lance. That’s the surface of it. I want you to hear the truth.” Lance’s pulse stumbled. Ansel leaned in just enough that Lance could feel the warmth of his breath. “I’m going to take up space in your life. I’m going to have you when I want you. I’m going to learn every weakness you try to hide, and I will use them. I will claim you, piece by piece, until you can’t tell where your choices end and mine begin.” Lance exhaled shakily. “Do you worst Mr. Lowell, I can handle it.”
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