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MATURED CONTEND Kannst du schmutzige Kurzgeschichten nicht ab, dann ist das hier nichts für dich. Was das hier ist? Ganz viele schmutzige Kurzgeschichten. Von Lehrer zu Boss und natürlch auch Fantasy (Werwolf etc.) Diese Geschichte ist als Abgeschlossen drin, da die Kapitel für sich abgeschlossen sind. Trotzdem kommen immer neue, bis ich hier was anderes schreibe. ;)

The marriage was decided in a room that smelled of smoke, blood, and old money. She was never asked. To the world beyond the locked gates, the two brothers were monsters-names whispered in fear, kings of an underworld built on extortion, bodies, and silence. The elder brother ruled with a mind like a blade: sharp, cold, precise. He calculated lives the way others counted coins, and mercy was a language he never learned. The younger brother was worse in a different way-raised without softness, trained without restraint. A beast shaped into human form, a killing machine who understood commands better than emotions. She had never seen the outside world. Never felt sunlight without bars between her and the sky. Her life had been a narrow corridor of obedience and bruises, raised by family who taught her silence before speech and pain before hope. She learned early that surviving meant enduring, that breathing quietly was safer than breathing freely. As mentioned the credits: the pictures used in this are not mine and it's right to its respectful owners.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫 ❦ 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐃 The Velvet Room; one of New York's largest underground clubs where women are forbidden fruit. No touch, just stare has a whole different meaning. Reyna Lovelace is the brand new toy at the club. All mens attention is on her, especially the club owners; The Axton brothers. But what she doesn't know, is becoming theirs is more traumatizing than she realizes. - Preview - The soft touch of a hand grazing my arm was enough to make me jump and my heart pump a little harder. I couldn't believe I had gotten myself in this situation, sandwiched between the two men and feeling as if there was no escape. But maybe I didn't want to, maybe I didn't want to escape. I don't know, my head was spinning. Vincent clicked his tongue, tapping under my chin to turn my head up and grazing his hand along my neck. He could see I was nervous at each coming touch, they both could. Lucas set a tender kiss on my shoulder and up to my neck while his hands trailed slowly down my waist. "This-This isn't right I-I," My lips sealed at the feeling of two sets of lips on each side of my throat. Vincent was near my jaw on my left, Lucas still working his way up the crease of my throat on my right. "What's not right about it baby, hm?" Lucas whispered. I wanted to say something, object and give him a list of reasons but when I thought about it, why was it wrong? My head lolled back against Lucas' shoulder as he lifted my skirt above my hips, and hummed at the feeling of my bare skin, with no panties hugging my hips. ___________ #1 exotic #7 trauma #1 bdsmrelationship #4 billionaire #7 stripper #3 polyamory #2 stripper #1 stripper

The world is different! / Ist die Welt eine andere! Englisch & Deutsch . FSK18

Hanna Winter, immer wenn es ein Fettnäpfchen gibt, findet sie es und tritt hinein. Vor allem dann wenn sie in Panik gerät oder ...es ihr verschwiegenes Geheimnis betrifft... Dann neigt sie dazu impulsiv und unüberlegt zu reagieren und sich in die SCH.... zu reiten. So richtig! Bis jetzt, denn nun hat sich jemand in den Kopf gesetzt sie zu erziehen und nach seinem Willen zu formen...

Da ich aktuell wenig Zeit habe und das nächste Abenteuer rund um Tom und Emilia daher pausiert, ich aber dennoch Lust habe, hin und wieder kleinere Geschichten zu schreiben, werde ich diese in Form von Kurzgeschichten veröffentlichen. Diese werden in sich abgeschlossene Handlungen haben, jedoch werden immer wiederkehrende Charaktere vorkommen, die je nach Setting variieren können. Einige Geschichten behandeln etwas härtere Themen, daher möchte ich hiermit im Voraus auf eine Triggerwarnung hinweisen. Manche Geschichten enthalten Gewalt, Rollenspiele mit sexuellem Zwang und andere Elemente und sind ausschließlich fiktive Inhalte, die frei erfunden sind. BDSM und entsprechende Praktiken sollten niemals ohne angemessene Erfahrung und einvernehmliche Zustimmung durchgeführt werden. Zudem plane ich, dies etwas reaktiver und intuitiver zu gestalten. Wenn euch ein bestimmtes Thema interessiert, schreibt mir gerne eine Nachricht oder kommentiert unter der zuletzt veröffentlichten Geschichte, und ich werde sehen, wie ich daraus eine Geschichte entwickele, oder diskutiert mit mir über ein bestimmtes Setting. Ausnahmen hiervon sind: Kinder, Nekrophilie, Tiere, Blut, Kaviar. Ansonsten wünsche ich euch viel Spaß mit den einzelnen Geschichten.

PAIN AND PLEASURE: The BDSM SERIES Book 1 Will No one knows that the professor who commands the entire class is the same woman I control completely. The same classroom where she teaches, becomes the place where I punish her after everyone's gone. Iva I've always known about my dark desires, to be controlled, to be punished, but I never imagined one of my own students would be the one to fulfill them. As he tests my limits and takes control, we both find ourselves falling deeper... every single day. *** "Professor, you know I don't repeat myself. Open your legs now, or I'll put you over my lap and spank you. Is that what you want, your students discovering that their strict professor is a submissive?" Fuck! Why do his warnings always turn me on instead of pissing me off? This time, I splay my legs, trying not to provoke him further. I quickly glance around. Thankfully, everyone is too busy working on their test to notice anything. My breath catches as his hand slips between my thighs, under the desk.

"𝑯𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒏 𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒖𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒂 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒕𝒚. 𝑵𝒐𝒘 𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒔 𝒎𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒂𝒎 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆." I never thought I'd sell myself to a stranger. But when desperation claws at your throat, you'll do anything to survive. To save my mother from the man who's been destroying her for years, I stepped into the shadows of an exclusive, forbidden auction. My body for a week. Enough money to finally buy our way out. I thought I could handle it. Then Ambrose Blackwell stepped into the room. Cold. Untouchable. Sinfully dangerous. He didn't just bid. He claimed. And when his dark eyes met mine, I knew - I hadn't sold my body. I'd sold my soul. Now, I wear his collar. I kneel when he commands. And every breath I take belongs to him. He's not interested in letting me go. And I'm beginning to realize...I don't want him to. 👑 HIGHEST RANKINGS 👑 #1 in justreadit 08/02/26

relativ kurze stories für alle die auf bissn andere Sachen stehen und sowas aus Langeweile lesen haha (aber natürlich auch für alle anderen)