When high-powered accountant Zena crashes into a mysterious stranger in her sleepy hometown coffee shop, she doesn't expect the spill to ignite a wildfire. Denver (infamous nepo baby, and something far more dangerous than human) has been watching her curves with predatory hunger. One steamy invitation to his newly renovated mountain mansion later, Zena's vacation plans dissolve in a blur of raw, filthy sex, possessive bites, and a secret she's only beginning to taste. From kitchen islands to roadside trucks, Denver marks her inside and out, claiming every inch of her body with a need that defies nature. But as the small town whispers and the lights flicker, Zena realizes her "accommodations" come with fangs, glowing eyes, and a month-long lease she never signed (yet can't bring herself to break).

As the title says. Sexual content (18+)

This book is one shots based off of songs. They're are going to be smutty. Depending on how well one scenario goes I might make it into a book. Welcome to The Playlist.

Some fantasies are too dirty to keep to yourself. Lucky for you - I wrote them down. Filthy Little Fictions is a shameless, no-apologies collection of one-shot erotica built for quick, filthy indulgence. From teasing tongues in dimly lit clubs to countertop fucks at sunrise, every story drops you straight into the heat of the moment and doesn't let you catch your breath. No romance. No rules. Just pure, pulse-pounding filth. Want it slow and teasing? Rough and reckless? A little public, or a lot submissive? You'll find it all here in stories meant to be devoured in one sitting - or read again when you're craving trouble. Welcome to your new favorite bad habit. (This is the MxF Version, check out the MxM or FxF Editions if interested!) Disclaimer: This book is unapologetically filthy and intended for mature audiences (18+) only. It contains explicit language, graphic sexual content, and scenes designed to turn you on, rile you up, and ruin your innocent reputation. If you're under 18, easily offended, or uncomfortable with words like cock, slut, choke, cum, and fuck me harder, this probably isn't the book for you. For the rest of you filthy-minded degenerates... welcome to the dark side. ❤️ Love my work? Support me on Patreon! Bonus chapters, early access & NSFW extras → patreon.com/LeleWrites. Highest Rankings: #34/41.6k in Adult #79/32k in Mature Themes #114/85k in Sexy #1 in hotreads #1 in dirtyfiction #6 in Explicitcontent #1 in Oneshotstories #3 in hotencounter #17/4.25k in Rough Note: This story is not currently being developed into a comic, and I'm not accepting any offers for adaptation. Thank you for your interest and support!

Enemies-to-lovers * Bickering/bantering Boss/employee * Romantic comedy with a HEA He says I'm a hemorrhoid and a massive dark cloud without a silver lining. I consider him a bosshole and heartless prick--because that's what he is and more. I've never met my boss. He works only through emails. I was two months in at my new job, when I had to fly to Florida to bury my grandmother. The night of her funeral, an overly hot man approached me while I was in the middle of trying to meet a deadline, wondering if I'd be interested in having a wild night with him. It had been a couple years since I Iast been with a man. I was pissed at my boss, and he was good looking, so I accepted his offer. Next, I emailed my boss telling him I wasn't making the deadline because I was going to get laid. And I did... lots of it. The next morning he was gone. Months later, I run into my boss--in the dark--on masquerade night at a sex club. Let's just say we had an interesting moment. After that I wanted to kill him more than I already wanted to. Weeks later. I had the shock of my life when we met face to face at my best friends wedding. Callum's a one-and-done type of guy. And I wasn't looking for love either. But our friends had other plans for us. They thought we were the perfect match and did all they could to set us up. Will us two stubborn hotheads see we're meant to be? Credit for cover: https://selfpubbookcovers.com/RLSather

Fun little stories for the girlies

a collection of sultry, smutty drabbles with women taking the lead - ⚠️ this book is for mature audiences. do not interact if you're not 18+ > requests open 🍒✨

18+ Interspecies Femdom smut/fluff one-shots. Across the myriad universes, there exist myriad peoples of a myriad of lineages. And while many races are asexual entire, many more have a habit of "getting handsy." And not always with those of the same race as them. These stories each take place in different universes, some futuristic, some fantastical, and some nearly indistinguishable from our own, but with the addition of people who are not human. So yeah, a bunch of fantasy, alien, monster, and paranormal femdom erotica for all you sub dudes, dom ladies, and switches abroad who have an attraction to non-human sapient races. There will be some male human × female nonhuman, some female human x male nonhuman, and a few where neither are human. Completed for now, might update in the future. 🤷‍♀️

"She's daddy's girl. Isn't that right, sweetheart? My perfect little girl." A short story of one woman plus five men. 18+

After an unexpected ceiling collapse sends her apartment into chaos, Madelaine Grayson ends up living with her brother - and dangerously close to his tattooed, way-too-charming roommate. He's off-limits... but resisting him might be impossible. *** When Madelaine Grayson's bathroom ceiling caves in, it's not just drywall that crumbles. It's her entire world. Forced to move in with her brother, she finds herself swept up in the chaos of his new protective attitude - especially when it comes to his tattooed roommate, Noah Laurier. Noah is the epitome of perfection: sweet, hot, and embedded into every thought Madelaine has. But he's forbidden, and the closer she gets, the harder he is to resist. Well... what her brother doesn't know can't hurt him, right? *** "Matt's sister, I presume?" He walks towards the couch and my eyes widen. He's tall. I thought I was tall but this man could tower me, and when he reaches a hand towards me, there's an intricate clock tattooed on the back of his hand and his fingers have bones tattooed over them. This man is not human. He's tall and angular and dripping with sex appeal. This man is hot. Capital H, capital O, capital T. I don't think I've ever seen a human being so attractive. All I can think about as I force myself to keep my eyes on the screen is the feel of his jaw beneath my hand, and it takes everything in me not to look back at him.