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"You will cum when you earn it, slut," He spat, slapping my cunt again. "You absolute, depraved BASTARD, I was so close!" "That filthy mouth." He watched me writhe with cold burning satisfaction in those eyes and leaned closer to whisper. "It keeps mouthing off. Let's give that dirty, filthy mouth something to do." His hand fisted in my hair, letting go of my legs and dragged me off the bench to my knees. He was about to fuck me! ** ** ** ** ** ** Have you ever fucked a stranger in an airplane bathroom on Valentine's Day after having the worst day of your life? Yeah. Me neither. Until my boyfriend decided to give me the plot twist of the century on the most romantic day of the year—cheating on me with half of New York in our bed. So I threw caution to the wind and let a masked stranger bend me over in a cramped airplane bathroom and fuck me until I saw the stars. No faces. No names. Just the best orgasm of my life and a silent agreement we'd never see each other again. Except four weeks later, I'm starting fresh as Executive Assistant to Finnegan Wolfe — billionaire CEO, certified control freak, and the most infuriatingly gorgeous man I've ever had the misfortune of working for. And my new boss is the stranger who wrecked me. He just doesn't know it yet. Now I'm navigating a job I desperately need, a past I'm desperately hiding, and a man who makes me forget every reason I'm supposed to stay professional. The only question is — what happens when he finally remembers? This is a steamy office romance with secrets, lies, and enough sexual tension to melt your Kindle. EXPECT PROMISING ORGASMS AND INTENSE, RAW, HARDCORE, SMUTTY, DIRTY, NASTY SCENES. Rated 19. Here, your fantasies will come alive. PARTICIPATING IN WSA 2026 — I'M COUNTING ON YOUR SUPPORT!

He made women beg for it. He never gave it twice. Seraphine Voss didn't mean to moan his name in a crowded elevator, She didn't mean to press her thighs together when his hand accidentally brushed her hip at a shareholders' dinner, And she certainly didn't mean to end up pinned against his penthouse window at midnight, silk torn, breath gone, body trembling with something she'd never felt before and would never fully recover from. Dorian Ashveil is not a good man, He is a vampire built on cruelty, charm, and the kind of hands that knows exactly how deep to go before a woman snaps. He doesn't do relationships, He does ownership. But Seraphine is the one woman he cannot buy, cannot scare, and cannot get out of his blood, no matter how many times he fills her to the edge of reason and leaves before dawn. She's his enemy's daughter, His secret obsession, And the one orgasm he cannot stop chasing. UNTIL ONE DESIRE BECAME HIS UNDOING

What would you do if you died as a con man, only to wake up in a land ruled by gorgeous, extravagantly curvy beastwomen? Stefan thought he had escaped hell when a mysterious Lust System offers him a second chance at life. He was wrong. He has only sixty days to complete enough missions to pay for his borrowed life. Fail, and his soul will be dragged straight to hell. The missions sound simple; Build a harem, spread the influence of the Lust God, Make powerful beastwomen submit to his charm. Easy, right? Wrong. These beastwomen have never cared about romance or sex. They spend their lives hunting monsters, fighting wars, and dancing around bonfires after victory. And in their land, the few men around are slaves who they captured from war. Stefan will have to work very hard to complete his missions. Maybe going to hell would have been the easier option...

They held each other's gaze. Neither of them spoke. Yet somehow, they both rose at the same time, as though silence itself had made the decision for them. "Follow me," he said with a quiet certain command. Emilia should have refused. She knew she should. She was done with men. However when she made that decision earlier today, she never included the name before her. Just one orgasm wouldn't hurt. Her feet carried her after him before reason could catch up. They crossed the hushed corridor without another word. The carpet softened every footstep until the entire hotel seemed to disappear around them. He stopped before a suite at the end of the hall. Reaching into his pocket, he withdrew a keycard and slid it through the reader. A soft green light flashed, and the lock clicked. He opened the door and stepped aside rather than entering first. "You don't have to come in," he said, meeting her eyes. "If you walk away now, I'll never stop you." ............. .... He was supposed to be a stranger. One unforgettable night with no names, no promises, and no tomorrow. After catching her boyfriend in bed with another woman on the same day she received a full scholarship to Blackwood University, twenty-year-old Emilia Hayes swore she'd never let another man close enough to break her. Then she met him. Older. Mysterious. Dangerously self-assured. A man whose touch lingered long after sunrise, and whose quiet eyes saw straight through the pieces of her she'd tried so desperately to hide. She walked away believing she'd never see him again, until the first day of class. The stranger who stole a single night from her past is standing at the front of the lecture hall. Professor Adrian Ashford. Cold, untouchable, and pretending they have never met. However, Adrian isn't just a professor. Behind the tailored suits and controlled smiles lies a billionaire CEO working undercover to expose the corruption poisoning Blackwood University from within. Falling for one of his own students was never part of the plan. Now every stolen glance is dangerous. Every lingering touch is forbidden. Every secret threatens to destroy them both. Someone knows why Adrian is really at Blackwood, and they'll do anything to keep the truth buried. In a university built on lies, one reckless night may become the greatest mistake, or the only thing worth fighting for. Some strangers are meant to be forgotten while others change your life with just one night. .......... Not a fan of graphic sex scenes? please scroll. If you're a fan, come and bring your fantasies to life. Rated: R20.

"It was about the time I was pinching a fox-girl’s nipples in order to kill a minotaur that I realized how very weird my life had become." I was just like you—living a totally normal, loner weeb life—until I got transported into this weird harem world, where I'm needed for my magical powers of perversion?! And now I have to help stop the terrible Demon Lord who's been rampaging around the kingdom for a decade because she can't have a decent orgasm?! Seriously, what the hell's wrong with this world?!

In a world where 44 percent of the population has some sort of supernatural ability, abilities that could let people fly, pick up buildings, control the element. in a would where the possibility for an ability is endless, the power to gain a spontaneous burst of super strength and energy through an orgasm shouldn't feel so out of place, but it does. for hanna choa, a 22 year old pro hero, this embarrassing super power is her reality. she's known as 'passion heart' to some, the rated R hero to others, and the whore hero to detractors. hazels power requires her to have mid or pre battle sex with allies or villains to gain strength. it's not a power she'd prefer, but she only has one life and being a true hero is all she's ever wanted to be. but is it possible with a super power so lewd?

Li Jie the ice king president of the Li coperation had a past, who doesn't in this age. But the past left the shadow in Li Jie's life dragging him, draining him. He wasn't the helpless youth from the past but it was still weighing him down. This is his journey to fight back and free himself from past. __________ "I think I am in love with you." Li Jie look at the man the foam running down from his mouth to his fingers he held the brush with. "Mhm...mou iniot...." He tried to curse but it came out unclear, he started the tap in hurry washing his face and mouth. "Who proposes the first time they meet." "This is our second meeting, we have been together since last night." The 4-5th to be exact. The idiot spoke, ignoring that it didn't make it any better for Li Jie to accept. __________ Xia family's main house, "You won't believe who i met yesterday, Li Jie." "That coward." "What is he doing after divorcing our Ah' Ming?" "Do you really have to bring up that bad star." *Clink* A porcelain tea cup shattered breaking into pieces. The person sitting on the host chair stood up. "Father?" Mrs Xia who had been silent hearing other gossip tried to appease the elderly. "That bad luck star, shouldn't enter this house again." "Yes, father. Xia Ming has finally married a good girl don't let him destroy the peace." ____________ 1) The image above doesn't belong to me. 2) Please don't hate on the story. 3) This is a Lgbtq+ story 4) Any relations with name, character, places is sheer coincidence.

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Before gods ruled and demons rebelled, before angels sang and mortals prayed, there was The Forge—a cosmic foundry where the first divine shaped. It was neither Heaven nor Hell, but something beyond comprehension. Then, without warning, The Forge vanished from existence. Its name was erased. Its fire extinguished. Its purpose lost. Until now. A nameless entity awakens in the ruins of a world that should not exist. It has no past, no identity—only a single directive burned into its being: "Reignite The Forge." But the gods have long buried its secrets. The angels guard its remains. The demons whisper of a power even they fear. And humanity, caught in the crossfire, has forgotten its place in the grand design. As the being takes its first steps, it begins to shape itself—a mind, a body, a name. But with every revelation, it draws the attention of forces beyond comprehension—ancient gods, fallen titans, and cosmic entities that predate reality itself. Now, the battle for existence begins. The gods will seek to erase him. The forgotten ones will seek to claim him. And the universe will tremble as The Forge remembers. But the greatest question remains… Should it be reignited?

Stella Sterling, born into wealth, had always followed the rules. Jaded by the hypocrisy of high society, she suddenly had a whim one day to have an ordinary romance. Thus, a fabricated rumor that Stella Sterling had spent a fortune to hire a Matchmaker from a dating site to find her a partner quickly spread through her circles. Those on good terms with her teased and watched the fun. Those on bad terms with her waited to see her become a joke. Later, an employee from the dating website revealed, "The company was acquired with an investment from a Vicenzan tycoon, and the profile of a certain female member with the surname Sterling was hidden overnight." The public speculated wildly about the identities of the Vicenzan tycoon and the female member with the surname Sterling. - Later on, a candid street photo that was accidentally captured went viral. In the dense night of The Spire on Vesper Island— Beside a Benz, a handsome, composed, and dignified man lifted a striking beauty in a red dress with one arm, pressing her against the car door and lowering his head for a deep kiss. In the faint light and shadow, the woman's flowing hair was swept by the wind, wrapping around the man's finger, which wore a pinky ring. Like a footnote to a romance, and even more like a vintage film frame etched into the axis of time. Someone immediately dug up the man's identity based on clues from the photo. The eldest son of Vicenza's Rhodes Family—low-profile and inscrutable, cold and untamable, and also the powerful contemporary authority of The Vesper Circle. And the alluring, glamorous belle by his side was none other than Stella Sterling. When the street photo spread to the mainland, everyone excitedly exclaimed: "The case is solved, the case is solved—"