𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬: 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞. ____________________________________________ I opened the door to Lorenzo's office, which was a masculine, spacious, and luxurious room with a dark, old-money theme. He was on a phone call, but I didn't mind. As I walked towards him, his eyes were glued to my every move. I slowly took off my robe, revealing my stunning body. Lorenzo let out a low growl and gasped at the sight of me. The person on the other end of the phone call asked if anything was wrong, to which Lorenzo replied, "No," while still looking at me and licking his lips. I positioned myself sitting on Lorenzo's lap, then started grinding on him, feeling him get a huge boner as he began to grunt. He whispered, "P-princess." "Yes, my love?" I responded, pausing my movements. "Please don't," he pleaded, trying to keep his grunting quiet. Just then, the person on the phone asked him a question about their newest business venture. ____________________________________________ 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐚 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧, 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐈𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲. ......It captures the essence of their unique journey from arranged marriage to falling in love I'll start updating 4 times a week next week!!!!

hurt, drained, and finally free from my dead end relationship i flee the lies, and manipulation of my old life leaving it all in my rearview mirror. Seduced by the snow covered wonderland and its diversity, i fall inlove with a small town in laid-back new jersey. I settle in and set up a new life. New job. New house. New friends... Freedom to be myself. The idea was to start over. Fresh. Anew. But I didn't anticipate starting over with my students 35 year old father who just happens to be the mob boss of new jersey. Nikolai madden is ten years older then me and he's the manliest man I've ever met. He has his sights set on me and he's not letting up. It's wrong. sinfully wrong. A disaster waiting to happen. But sinful wrongs have never tasted so, so sweet. the Dom father and the teacher is a sexy, unconventional contemporary romance. short story. full of mature content. you've been warned.

𝙁𝙤𝙧𝙗𝙞𝙙𝙙𝙚𝙣, 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙤𝙛𝙛 𝙡𝙞𝙢𝙞𝙩𝙨. 𝙔𝙚𝙩, 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙜𝙣𝙞𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙖 𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙡 𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣 𝙝𝙞𝙢, 𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙧𝙚𝙨 𝙝𝙚 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙠𝙣𝙚𝙬 𝙚𝙭𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙙. [MAY 2024- AUGUST 2024]

Sometimes life gets weird. You lose hope, then you'll fall down, but then you'll get back up again. Sage did. So hang in there; it gets better, with time. A short story.

"Just try fi nuh mek nuh noise" he said Him wikid In one swift move my shorts was off along with my panty He began kissing me again as his hand went down to my vagina He dipped one of his fingers inside of me "Mhm" His thumb played with my clit making my back formed an arch again Placing another finger inside of me I moaned lightly I tried not to moaned as he twist and turned his fingers inside of me With a few more strokes I came all over his fingers "Geo" I whispered moan

After three long years of a wonderful relationship, Zayelle and Trevon had never wanted anything but each other. The only thing was Zayelle was bisexual, so her cravings for a woman's touch triggered a wedge in their relationship. They were now starting to argue, which led to make up sex, but that wasn't what she wanted. The sex was great, of course, but she wanted him to tap into her sexuality-accept her. One day while working at her hair salon, Zayelle befriends a client, Soraya. The two are joined at the hip, making Trevon grow suspicious of their dealings, but a night in need changes it all. The couple steers their way through the difficult decision of becoming a Throuple, and when they do, Soraya comes with baggage. The question is will they be able to over come the obstacles that lay ahead?

I'm going to jerk off while I eat you, baby," Zae said before licking his lips. "And," Stefan said, low and firm, " you're going to jerk me off." I smiled shyly and nodded. Stefan adjusted the seat slightly. Once everyone was comfortable, I relaxed and released a deep breathe. "I'm getting thirsty again," Zae said, eyeing between my legs like a piece of fried chicken. "Then satisfy your thirst," I replied, adding a hint of seduction to my voice. ________________________________________ Ugly. Different. A freak. That's how nineteen year old Kaelani felt. Her home? A nightmare. Her aunt? Worse. And the world outside? Probably just as unkind. So she kept her head down, her heart guarded, and her hands busy-cleaning other people's messes for a living, while convincing herself no one would ever see her. Then they showed up. One charming, teasing, impossible to ignore. The other bold, confident, with a scar that makes her pulse quicken. And suddenly, Kaelani's carefully invisible world isn't so invisible anymore. Two men. One girl. Unspoken rules. Quiet obsession. And desire that waits... _______________________________________ Read at your own risk! Triggers inside!

Xandra is a 22 year old stripper well known in most of the clubs for her looks and her good poll skills , she is an independent black women who has relied on her self from the age of 18 . She went through some thing traumatizing and it made her start to hate her body , that was until her bestfriend Aaliyah came along they now were bestfriend for over 5 years and still going. One night at the club Xandra works in she ran into someone who she had no idea would help change her life forever. Xandra didn't know what she was getting her self into not knowing the person she ran into had a bf. They get to know each other and agreed to do a poly relationship by adding Xandra to the loving couple . Ofc they go through a few bumps but they over came everything and live together as one. First book ©Copyright© - Traphouse368 Completed 🌚 Gay shit gone happen 😂

"I can't choose I'm sorry" iyana cried wiping her eyes look at both men infront of here "Whatchu mean you can't pick Iyana it ain't that hard" Jaheem sighed dragging his hand down his face, he hated seeing her like this "So Iyana whatchu wanna do" Dontrell asked grabbing her hands " I want you both" Iyana said lifting her head up to look at the both of them. Both Jaheem and Dontrell looked at each other

"D?" "Yes, baby." I lowered my gaze to the floor. "I... I'm turned on. I... I don't know if I'll be able to sleep like this." He hummed softly. "What would you want me to do?" I stared at him. I didn't know what to say. He took a step forward. "Amoya, tell me what you want." I gulped. He gripped my chin, forcing my eyes to his. He brushed his lips against mine, teasing me. "Umm, I-I," the words got stuck in my throat. He titled my head, and placed his lips to my ear. "Do you want me to make you come?" My movements stilled. Between my legs clenched. My mouth opened, but no words came out. He smirked, slow and deliberate. "I'll take that as a yes." ______________________________________ He was dangerous. Too dangerous for a girl like me. I grew up sheltered, protected by rules and curfews, watched by strict and dangerous parents who believed love was a distraction, boys were trouble and power and control was everything. And then he came - dark, sharp, and everything I was warned to stay away from. One look from him and every rule I'd ever known began to blur. Every warning turned to a whisper I no longer cared to hear. Because I'd already fallen for him. This man - in a cruel twist of fate - was my father's rival. And he was forbidden.