Dan is forced to accompany his friends to the local strip club he walks by every morning. But he soon figures out that his shy character isn't made for something like that. While others would be thrilled to get a lap dance from a hot guy, Dan feels extremely uncomfortable and when he gets turned on by it he's ready to run away. But what happens when he bumps into the stripper on his way to his friends? ---- "The cold wind wraps itself around my body and goose bumps appear on my exposed arms. A line of at least a hundred people flows around the corner of the street and they're all here for the same reason; getting a lap dance from an amazingly attractive guy, or girl. Bill, Conner, Cas and Frank stand in front of me, all four with big smiles on their faces. They are ready to walk inside that building and have some stranger grind onto their laps and leave them hanging just when they have a raging boner. The excitement is clear on their faces."

❝I'll fuck myself into you and have your pretty little cunt cream on my cock. I'm growing tired of you pretending you don't like this,❞ he growled. -- Natalia Wellesley wasn't born to be soft and quiet, she was born to make the world shatter and shake with her touch. Mikhail Mogilevich was all seven of the deadly sins and when Natalia wanted a fight, he gave her war. What begins as an almost harmless rivalry between the heirs of the most notorious crime families soon turns into heated passion, pain and fury. -- ✘ Contains a lot of sexual content (chapters with it are marked with (R), do with this information as you please, wink wink) and content unsuitable for anyone under 18. ✘ This is basically just smut lol word count: 120,000 - 130,000.

"Come to sit on my lap again?" • • • It's that time of the year again, and people are all waiting for Santa to come by with their presents. Hazel is living a humdrum life in her small hometown, doing nothing in particular when a certain Santa Claus asks her if she wants to sit on his lap. Brown eyes, chocolate hair and abs carved like stone, Nick is nothing like the traditional Santa you know, yet he still straps on the beard and red suit. In town for just the season, Hazel slowly discovers there's more to Nick Saint than what meets the eye. Peeling back one layer at a time (like a Christmas present) she uncovers what truly lies beneath that red suit of his and finds herself in shock at the result. As the saying goes... Santa smirks because he knows where all the naughty girls live... And he was smirking at Hazel.

The moment I saw her, I was stunned. She was gorgeous. She had me thinking things I never would. We talked. We laughed. And by the end of the night, I was instantly hers. And she would be mine. *Bonus Chapter Added!* This story is mostly in the hero's pov. Only 2 chapters have the heroine's pov. This is a short story. Like really damn short. Less than 10 chapters short. That features as hot as hell OTT Alpha. This is a insta-love book. This is just a short quick fun read. Enjoy hero virgins like this? Than check out Tattooed Virgins! Dual virgins, insta-love, steamy with that HEA! Info on the last chapter! Contains: -Sexual Content -Mature language Please no hate. Yes, we may not all believe in it or think it can happen or blah blah blah, but this is a book. It is not real. Its meant to be read for fun. So drop the beliefs and all that, and take a read (: Started December 2018 - Finished December 2018 Cover done by myself. I have licenses for model images. © 2019 Valerie M Kiss. All rights reserved.

Leah is having the worst day ever. The last thing she needs right now is a fight with a stubborn, sexy, silver fox over the only hotel room left in town. But, maybe compromising could benefit them both... ♥　♡　♥　♡　♥　♡　♥　♡　♥　♡　♥　♡　♥　♡　♥　♡　♥　♡　♥ Thank you so much for your interest in my story! It will be a short and sweet! If you enjoy what you read here, please consider checking out my other projects, "In His Bed" and "The Fling"!

Nora knew she was out of her depth, knew that the smart thing to do - the 'right' thing to do - would be to ignore his scandalous proposition... But would one night of 'wrong' be so bad? ♥　♡　♥　♡　♥　♡　♥　♡　♥　♡　♥　♡　♥　♡　♥　♡　♥　♡　♥ Thank you so much for your interest in my story! If you enjoy what you read here, please consider checking out my other contemporary erotic romances, "In His Bed" and "No Strings Attached!

Callie: The past is the past, right? Or so they say, or whatever. I've let mine define me for the past five years. No relationships, no cuddling, and definitely no sleepovers. All I need is a good romp in the hay, my sex-positive radio show, and my best friend Jade. Until him. Dex. He broke the cycle of meaningless one-night stands and showed me how true love should be. He even helped me tackle my demons once and for all. Dex: She broke my heart. After four years, she cheated on me the moment she could. And the idiot I am, I call into a radio station pleading with the hosts for help on getting over the heartbreak. And the moment a goddess walked into the kitchen of my frat house offering me a beer, I took their advice. I hooked up with her, thinking that would be it. But little did I know Callie would be the center of my world if only I could convince her she was worthy. ■■ Spin-off of Sex and Writing. You don't have to read it first. ■■■ Mature. Updates weekly.

I can't help the moan that escapes my mouth at the taste of her tongue against mine, and my hips pulse reflexively up to meet hers. But before I can reach the heat emanating from her core, she grasps my neck in her hand and pushes me away, pressing me into the couch, my breath coming out in pants once I'm disconnected from her. It takes a few seconds for my dazed eyes to make out the expression on her face, and I notice that, while her lips are swollen with my kisses, her eyebrows are pulled forward in frustration. "Kai." She lowly whispers my name and pulls the hand that isn't tightly grasping my neck out to caress my cheek. I can't tell whether to bask in her attention or obsess over the fact that I did something wrong. "Stay still," The right hand clasping my neck tightens to the point where I gasp for breath, but quickly releases soon after. My dick jumps in my briefs at the feeling and I blush, secretly hoping she didn't notice. By the way that her eyes light up and her eyebrows release to a more neutral stance, I can tell that she did. But there's no time to acknowledge that because her next words and actions render me breathless. "Remember, I am in control." She states, and then pushes her pelvis so that her heated core presses right against my aching cock. *** In which an inexperienced college freshman catches the eye of a sinful Dominatrix who wants to take every ounce of his innocence... WARNING: This story isn't limited to BDSM. It explores the kink world. And as you may or may not know, kinks go beyond pain/pleasure. If you're brave enough, check it out ;) *Trigger Warnings are provided in the first chapter* **The female lead is older by several years - suck it up sweetie, you'll survive** 110,000 - 120,000 Words

"Is that you want, baby? You want me to fuck you hard?" Nate asked as he peppered kisses along my neck and shoulder. On the word 'hard' he lightly bit into my shoulder. Marking me as his and igniting the flame of desire low in my belly. "Y-y-yes." I managed to choke out. I couldn't think straight. The only thought that ran through my head was Nathan. His mouth. His hands. His cock. Fucking me in bed. Fucking me on the kitchen island. Fucking me against the wall. "Then run." ---------------------- This is a short story following a couple, Nathan and Leah, reigniting their sex life after being in a sexual slump for a long time. Together they rediscover what makes them burn for each other. The story follows them across the course of 1 weekend. It is therefore going to be a very short erotica. ----------------------- DISCLAIMER- This book contains heavy sexual content and no BDSM. This book is recommended for readers over the age of 18 because......you know why. ---------- Due to some technical errors Chapter 3 is now located at the back of the book. Sorry for the mess-up and if this annoys anybody.

He swiped my sweat-soaked hair off my neck, resting his lips against my ear. His fiery breaths blew across my earlobe. My body shuddered once again, craving more of him. "You're not the first woman to think she could seduce me into bed because of who I am, what I write. And you won't be the last." He gave a small chuckle, pulling down my dress, so it covered me. "But," he said in a low growl, "so far...... you're my favorite." Breaths poured from my lips at those words. My heart fluttered inside my pounding chest. His favorite, my brain stuck to his words like glue. Clinging to the small hope we'd continue this somewhere else, more than once. We stayed in that position for a moment before his body heat disappeared from my back. He lit a cigarette in front of me, the flash of the lighter illuminating his flushed, sweat-soaked face. I leaned against the brick wall, finding comfort in the coolness against my heated skin. His eyes met mine again. I didn't think I could move from the spot, but he forced me to when he held up a red, lacy thong in between his fingers. My red lacy thong. Fucking panty thief! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Their worlds collided in a heated, passion-filled hook-up behind a bar, bringing their broken pieces together. And now? Mercy finds herself as C.J. Cole's intern. The very Mr. Cole who wrote the most romantic, erotic books she had ever laid eyes on. How could she manage to keep her panties on around him? Or control herself? Hint: she won't. Mature warning.