A collection of erotic and emotional one-shot stories featuring Josh Kiszka. 1. The Meditation Room. Josh attends a Spiritual Development group during his time off from life in the band. His journey brings him to a moment that changes his life forever. 2. Insomia. When you can't sleep at night, you escape to the kitchen for a midnight snack. But Josh can't sleep either. This is just a short one, instant gratification. 3. The Sex Scene. Josh steps in to help an old film school friend by getting in front of the camera to film an intimate scene that becomes all too real. 4. You're not Mine. A sexual reunion brings up old feelings of loss and despair. 5. When it hurts so bad. Josh has burst his eardrum on stage. You attempt to make him feel better in the only way you know how.

He wasn't just my best friend. He was my architect. Ela Miller is "clumsy." She's the girl who loses her keys, fails her bio-labs, and relies on her genius best friend, Liam Vance, to keep her world upright. When their parents leave them alone for a month during a record-breaking storm, Liam offers to teach her the "lessons" she's missed out on-how to kiss, how to touch, how to know a man. But as the rain pours, the "puppy-eyed" boy-next-door starts to slip. Every touch is too practiced. Every "accidental" encounter feels like a trap. And the security cameras in the house? They aren't for her protection. They're for his viewing. Ela thinks she's the teacher. She has no idea she's the prey. By the time the sun comes out, Liam doesn't just want her heart. He wants her name, her future, and every breath she takes. He's been planning this for twenty-one years. And he's tired of playing nice. He didn't become obsessed because he didn't understand love-he became obsessed because he thought he understood it too well. Growing up, he saw a kind of love that felt safe, constant, and complete, and somewhere along the way, he started believing that this was the only way life could feel whole. So when he met her, he didn't just see a person-he saw the possibility of recreating that same world. And slowly, without even realizing it, his love turned into something heavier... something that needed to hold on too tightly, just to feel secure. She wasn't unaware-she was just never taught to trust herself. Growing up, every decision was made for her, every mistake corrected, every thought quietly replaced by someone else's "better" way. So when he stepped in to guide her, it didn't feel like control... it felt familiar. He didn't take her independence away-she had never really learned to hold onto it in the first place. And when care starts to look like control, it becomes almost impossible to tell the difference.

Serena Hayes is studious,smart,focused,and a student who's very serious about her studies. But Bryce Anderson-ruthless, cold, possessive and undeniably arrogant-is Serena's professor. Her first year at university was supposed to be simple.Just classes, assignments, and staying unnoticed. But as time passes, something begins to change. The lingering glances.The unspoken tension.The feelings Serena can't quite understand... and shouldn't be feeling at all. Because some lines aren't meant to be crossed. And once they are... nothing stays the same. ⚠️Story spoiler⚠️ Bryce's gaze lingered on her longer than it should. "Come here," he said, voice low, almost a growl. Before she could protest, he gestured to his lap. Her heart raced, every warning in her head screaming-this is wrong. And yet... she found herself obeying. Tropes: •cold-hearted mmc/serious fmc •age gap(8 years)fmc-19;mmc:27 •height difference(5'5/6'3) •forbidden love All rights reserved Written by Yuna

"You can stay angry all you want, wife... but this tight little pussy is clenching around me so greedily. Look at you still glaring, yet dripping for your hubby.. . Ahhh slow...... she moan 19 × 26 Dominant FL Soft/Submissive ML Arranged marriage Boundaries. Control. Slow burn. She doesn't follow rules. He doesn't fight for control. And somehow... that's where everything begins.

Steamy, sexy and thrilling. "Fifty Shades of Grey meets Rebecca." New chapter will be posted alternate days. Like it, comment and vote. Share your feedback. MADHU - SYNOPSIS A night after her aunt died grief stricken Madhu Mukherjee is travelling back from Jaipur to Delhi when she is stuck in Gurgaon. Her car crashes and she's forced to take refuge in a mysterious man's house. His name is Ashok Dogra and he's a confident, suave gentleman who lives in the past. But he's more than what he shows. He has a dark streak that he conceals from everyone. As Madhu begins to fall for him she learns far more about Ashok and who he really is. A tribute to the gothic romance of Hindi Cinema, Madhu is a thrilling, romantic ride of a strong woman who battles evil and in her case the evil is the one she fiercely loves.

"On her wedding night, Vani learns the cruel truth-her marriage was never meant to be love. Ahaan, the man she has just married, storms into the room drunk, accusing her of ruining his sister's life. For six months he disappears, leaving her to suffer insults, blame, and a marriage built on misunderstanding. But when he returns... he finds a woman changed, a truth he never knew, and a love he never expected to fight for." 🛑Short prologue:- I woke up to the sound of dripping water again. Tap... tap... tap. For a moment, I didn't know if I was dreaming or alive. Then the cold floor pressed against my cheek, and the burning pain in my wrists reminded me I was still here... still chained... still breathing when sometimes I wished I wasn't. Darkness. The same darkness I had been waking up to for two days now. Or maybe more. Time didn't exist here. Only pain did. My throat felt like sand. My lips were cracked. My voice... gone. I tried to move, but the iron chains around my wrist clinked and pulled me back, cutting into my skin again. I bit my lip to stop myself from crying out. No point. No one would hear. And even if they did... no one cared. It had been six months. Six months since that night. Six months since Ahaan walked away from me... after breaking me... after spitting accusations that still echoed in my ears. He believed the worst about me. He thought I betrayed him. And after that night, he never looked back. Not once. And the painful truth was... Nobody else looked back either. Not my family. Not my so-called relatives. Not my friends. Everyone just left me. Everyone. I was alone in this house. In this suffocating place where every corner held a new punishment. A new way to remind me I didn't matter. A tear slipped out without permission, sliding down my cheek and into the dust below. Six months... and still not a single call from Ahaan. Not a single "Are you okay?"

He was her boss. Cold. Untouchable. Impossible to love. She was the only one who dared to stand up to him. Amara Reyes didn't come to Knight Global to fall in love-especially not with Adrian Knight, the ruthless CEO who thrived on control and never tolerated defiance. But from their very first clash, something dangerous sparked between them. Arguments turned into tension. Tension turned into something neither of them could ignore. Until everything fell apart. One truth. One mistake. One cruel decision. And Adrian broke her-completely.

"A prince born of royal blood-does he truly deserve the crown and throne? Or is it the one who proves worthy of kingship? My dangerous gamble has begun; where every loss means losing everything." #darkromance #mafia Writer: Aypulwi

Kristen Cortland has an enemy, and his name is Carter Morrison. He's your typical athletic hottie star quarterback of the football team, but he's also a raging jerk, yet everyone loves him, and Kristen just doesn't see it. Oh yeah, Carter just so happens to be Kristen's older brother Brendan's best friend. Funny how it works out like that, right? What happens when Kristen sees a whole different side of Carter she didn't know existed? Does she regret calling him a jerk? Is she going a little crazy because she feels herself slipping into the "a little infatuated with Carter Morrison" category? Does she even remember what she had for breakfast? Oh well, one thing she is sure of, jerk or not, he's still a sex god.

A rather long story of a girl going to a sex therapist