These are all Y/n (Your Name) Imagines. All of these stories are made to fit everyone as close as possible. I try to make sure everyone is included. All of my imagines are original, so don't come and tell me that you think I stole ideas. People have stolen my things before that's why I have it copy written. Enjoy the...
For maximum reading pleasure: Bring a saucer of warm milk...meow...purr Warning: Rated M for Mature ^^ It contains scenes with adult language, violence, sex, horror, and drugs which may not be suitable for younger audiences. Do not proceed if below 18 years of age.
Being a part of a close-knit group of friends has its perks. You share laughs together, you have fun together. Everything is always so perfect...until it isn't. Trust is broken, friendships begin to diminish. Lies are told and loyalty is unheard of. Turning on one another, one by one, until there is nothing left. What...
Timothy Sheffield has a very interesting ritual. It happens the first day of each month in Pasadena's number one place for literature - Vroman's Bookstore. This habit of his does not involve books however. It is all about that one fab and famous glossy that California loves to read - Out & About magazine. Will he find...
[SAMPLE] Reed frowned, his eyes filled with confusion when he saw that Lena seemed to be fine. "I heard a scream," he announced stiffly, standing awkwardly over Lena's bed. Beneath the sheets, Lena was torn between renewed arousal and slight mortification. Embarrassment won. "Everything's fine," she muttered, trying t...
*This is a FREE book with PAID exclusive chapters* [The Dad I'd Like to F*ck] "You should be careful," Devin said calmly, bending over to scoop Rory into his arms. "This bathtub can get incredibly slippery." "So I noticed," she said dryly. Mortified, she noticed how erect her nipples were. They stabbed the air like ti...
[Edited Version] “You ever think about letting your hair loose?” Ashton asked, his breath kissing Amor’s neck as they waltzed. “My hair’s fine,” Amor snapped in annoyance. Ashton chuckled. “That’s not what I meant.” His hands slowly hiked up the hem of her dress and her breath caught. “What are you doing?” She uneasil...
“More! More!” I beg. My body craves this like a drug addict in withdrawal. I try to raise my bare hips to meet him, but the ropes dig into my flesh, rubbing and tearing the skin. “I don’t think you can handle more,” Thomas says. I whimper. “Please, Sir. Please give me more.” “That’s it, baby, beg for me,” he answer...