𝑯𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒅𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆 π’Šπ’ π’Žπ’š 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 ꨄ
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Squeak by anboyden
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She was the undesired outcast, who stood out, yet simultaneously blended effortlessly into the background. I could see the panic in her glassy brown eyes as she prayed her way through the crowded hallways. She'd tightly clutch that cross around her neck, full lips whispering, asking her God to spare her from their scornful glares, hateful comments, and the occasional rough-up. Silly girl. Did she not know that he was not listening and he would never save her? Like Jesus, she was the sacrificial lamb. The anxiety-riddled girl would burst through the doors of the school's library with her chest heaving, heart racing, and sweat dripping from her temples. I'd watch her from the shadows as she stored her items behind the check-out counter, preparing for her free period she spent assisting the school librarian. I clenched my teeth, watching her wheel a cart of books throughout the aisles as she cheerfully hummed her Sunday hymnals. She wore a green and blue pinafore dress that fell mid-calf on her shapely body. She attempted to hide that body from me with oversized clothes, but you could never outfox a fox. They spoke pure blasphemy when they labeled her undesirable because I desired Jezebel Holmes in the worst way. Those opaque white stockings our classmates teased her for wearing did nothing but spur countless hours of fantasies. I'd dream about ripping her tights apart, right at her center, revealing her virginal cotton white panties covering her untouched paradise. I'd yank them to the side and taste her fear in her cum. Her stockings would find themselves strangling her neck while I fucked a believer out of her. I would be the one she'd pray to absolve her of her sins. I would be the one she would seek protection from. I would be her guiding light. I would be her God. #1 in Dark Romance #1 in Tainted Love #1 in Preacher's Daughter 1st Place in General Category - Hearts Award
friday knights  by kenziexwrites
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18++ πŽππ’π„π’π’π„πƒ. which was one word to describe them. "do you want to know what I'm about to do to you right now? i'm going to fuck you until these sheets are soaked in your tears and cum," her breath hitched as he kissed up the middle of her chest and neck. "i'm going to spell 'mine' with my dick inside you," amira whined, squirming her legs around his torso, feeling him rub against her slit. "i'm going to spell it with my tongue inside you, with my lips all over this mind-fuck body. i want you; amira decker, to know that you are going to be mine. whether you continue to fight it or not," he reached her ear, kissing her warm skin. "you are my future. you are the fucking mother of my future kids, you're the reason my dick wakes up in the morning. it's because i'm always thinking of you and sometimes i just can't help it," he kissed down her neck. "mine," he reached her breasts, using his tongue to spell the word with painfully slow licks. the teasing alone made her soak the bed more. "mine," he kissed down her heavy-breathing belly. spreading her legs apart, he used his thumbs to unfurl her lower lips. "mine," he said lastly, drawing a coat of saliva from his mouth and onto her pussy. amira gasped breathlessly as she felt the wetness melt between her clit. grabbing her thighs, his cold chain bracelets made her flinch. he ducked between her legs, the chain around his neck sliding across her slit making her twitch. "i want to destroy you tonight, cherish you later. but I'm still hungry, so first, i'm going to eat again," he muttered and dove straight into her sensitive spot, knowing exactly where it was like the first. his tongue slid, sucked, flicked, licked, and kissed creatively over and over her sensitive spasming clit. one lick and her entire body shook as she gasped in bliss pleasure. she cried, nearly tearing up the sheets above her head. ©𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟐𝐀𝐞𝐧𝐳𝐒𝐞𝐱𝐰𝐫𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐬
Teach Me to Please | Please Me #1 by SweetCosette
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C O M P L E T E D : 24/02/22 Sienna Callum was popular - scratch that - she was the queen of high school. She had tons of gorgeous friends wishing to be her, smoking hot flings, and an unbelievably trendy fashion sense. But, she needed one more thing. Decent grades to graduate. Roman Lawrence was a nerd - scratch that - THE nerd of high school. Yet, his exceptional intelligence made him stand out among those seeking to learn. He had one problem though, the girl he'd been crushing on since kindergarten didn't like him back. One of the reasons? His lack of experience.... sexually. This isn't boy meets girl. This is mouse meets vixen. This is what happens when these two opposites strike a deal and things get hot. "So, here's my offer: you tutor me in school, and I tutor you in sex." _____ W A R N I N G T H I S S T O R Y C O N T A I N S : ❀︎ sexual/mature content ❀︎ explicit language ❀︎ alcohol consumption ❀︎ mild violence _____ H I G H E S T R A N K I N G S : 1 #virginboy 1 #goodboybadgirl 1 #nerdboy 1 #scandalous 1 #populargirl 1 #tutor 1 #badgirlgoodboy 2 #forbidden 2 #eroticromance 3 #sexy _____ S T A R T E D - 05/03/2021 C O M P L E T E D - 24/02/2022 (word count: 200,000 - 250,000)
Insomniacs (#1) by linaawritess
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{π˜‰π˜–π˜–π˜’ π˜–π˜•π˜Œ π˜–π˜ π˜›π˜π˜Œ π˜“π˜–π˜π˜Œπ˜“π˜Œπ˜šπ˜š π˜›π˜™π˜π˜“π˜–π˜Žπ˜ } Ria Romano knew hurt like the back of her hand. She was dealt her fair share of bad cards, more than anyone so young should have to face. A cynical girl riddled with the remnants of her past, a shattered sort of soul. She concealed like it was second nature; her instinct being to suppress. She'd offer you a cigarette with a shrug while you were crying because she never was too great with affection. She didn't smile so often but when she did and it was directed at you, you'd never feel such satisfaction. I was told Aria preferred to be alone, isolated; clouding her mind with inhales of her cigarette and drowning it in alcohol. Until she was dealt her good card, out of the pack of bad. They had a love beautiful enough to last a lifetime, the type directors desire to capture and authors aspire to write. Two souls, shattered by the cruelty of the world time and time again with flames that rekindled each others. They were each other's oxygen. They breathed life back into each other, those two insomniacs. <3