[This is a spin-off of The DILF but can be read as a stand-alone] [The story you are about to read is intended for readers age 18+ due to its sexual content and language. It may not be appropriate for all audiences. Please read at your own discretion.] There was nothing Ophelia wanted better than to gouge Nikolai's long-lashed, consuming blue eyes out with a butter knife and mail them to the rest of the Alvonich family. Too bad they were in a very public, very esteemed place - Mikhail's wedding. "You don't think I'll press the button?" Nikolai's breath was warm and teasing in her ear. Ophelia had no idea what possessed her to take up his challenge of a vibrating thong, except that it was too late to back out now. She turned to glance at the infuriating man beside her. "Honestly, I don't care. It won't affect me." "Sweet Ophelia," he whispered, surprising her by flicking his tongue into her ear. Jumping, she glared at him, ignoring the important guests at her table, her father included. Before she could curse at Nikolai, he pressed the button, the swearwords turning to soft moans under her breath. Gripping the edge of the table, Ophelia felt the attack on her cl!t like a burn to her skin. Her father shot her a concerned look from across the table and Nikolai's voice was again in her ear. "Before the end of the night, Ophelia, we will f**k," he promised, releasing his finger from the remote control. "Only this time, it will be my name you scream."

"Say it" he growled in my ear pulling my head back by my hair. He slowed down his entire body and I whimpered in protest. "No" I sobbed, I didn't want to g down, at least not like this. "All you have to do is say it" he whispered in my ear. I wiggled my body and tried to get some type of action, but I only made it worst, keeping me on the edge. "SAY IT!" he yelled. "Fine! I'm yours, no one else can have me" I whimpered, and he whispered the one word that changed my life. "Come" WARNING!!! I am currently editing this book, chapters might be missing.

*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 tiny knives of arousal and she was positive that Devin had noticed. "I think I can walk now," she said quickly. To her relief, he set her on the ground and reached for her towel. "This is the second time I'm rescuing you," he said, in that quiet way Rory was beginning to recognise as his annoyed tone. "Let's not make it a habit." Rory tightened the towel around herself, wincing from the motion. "I slipped in the tub. Hardly a rescue." A dirty look crossed his face. "I haven't had sex in two years, Rory. Consider yourself rescued..." He turned to leave "...from me." She was speechless. For starters, this had been the longest conversation she'd ever had with Devin Shaw and, secondly, she was positive that he wasn't as crazy as he let everyone believe he was...

**Mature Audiences Only** “Okay, she’s gone, he’s gone…now I want to have fun,” Kale said, a note of finality in his voice. Sam laughed at him and got off his lap, sitting in the seat right next to him. “Poor baby…are you going through withdrawals?” Kale narrowed his eyebrows as he said, “Damn right I am. I’m addicted.” He stood up and grabbed her hand. “Now come with me so I can feed the addiction.” “Kale, look around. No one’s here. Let’s have fun right now,” she said, halting his advance to their room. She yanked her arm away from him, turned him around and sank to her knees. “How about a little show of what’s to come?” * Sam and Kale are mates. Have been for two years. This is their story. Enjoy! (:

*Currently editing* His hands traveled to the hem of my shirt, going under slightly feeling my stomach. I moaned again. His lips left mine, which made me release a needy whimper. He started to place kisses along my jaw line til he made it right behind my ear. An embarrassing loud moan from my mouth floated across the empty parking lot. He kissed it again and told me in a very husky voice, "Say my name." Rose is the classification of an nerd. She takes A.P. courses and is never seen without a book. She is determined to pass her last year of high school with flying colors. No distractions. That is till her new, mysterious Literature teacher shows a particular interest in her. Will she stick to her plan or dive head first into a forbidden dance?

*WARNING CONTAINS SEXUAL CONTENT! FOR MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY! (SOME BDSM BUT NO HARDCORE STUFF:) ITS REALLY NOT ALL THAT BAD:)))* "move bitch!" suddendly i felt hands grab me and pull me to thier chest. One of thier hands trailed down to my crotch, under my dress and rubbed. I pulled away and turned around to face an arrogant face with a cocky smirk to match. Damn asher. "ASSHOLE!" i screamed at him. Then i made a very bold move. Somthing that started what most would call a game between us. I slapped his face and kicked him right in the balls. Elizabeth grey and Asher colt have hated each other ever since asher pushed elizabeth off the swing in kindergarden. With thier moms being best friends they see more of each other than they would like. When at a party, elizabeth embarasess asher by beating him up in front of his friends. Thats when the game starts. A game that has to do with torturing each other... Sexually. Touching and kissing. Whoever falls in love first loses. But what if they both do... Who wins then?

Middle aged, James decides to take a chance on a BDSM style relationship with a women named Leila. She's very young and doesnt fully understand alot about bondage so he teaches her whilst she is he's submissive. She starts to fall in love with him, but will it last?

[Warning! This story includes extreme mature content, MUST FAN TO READ AS MOST CHAPTERS ARE PRIVATE. >>Private chapters have been moved to 'Restricted Chapters for my Stories<<] Sasha Montgomery has been cheated on over and over again ever since her first boyfriend. Now she believes that the reason why is because she just doesn't cut it in bed. Now for the sake of a future husband and her happily ever after, she's starting an experiment on of how to pleasure a man in bed. The lucky man? Her best friends twin who so happens to be her boss!

[Edited Version ● Alternate Ending] "I will savour every part of your body; every nook and every cranny. I will make you feel like my last meal. And I will do it with your husband in the next room." Sofia's breathing became ragged. She held the stupid cookbook to her chest like a lifesaver, but she couldn't stop her heart bashing against it. And Vaughn? His hand had somehow slipped up the hem of her dress... (Cover by @ilovepizaaaa)

[Edited Version ● Alternate Ending] "Colin? I feel so awful lying to you so I have to tell you what happened..today," Frankie blurted out, nervously cracking her knuckles as she stared at her boyfriend from one side of the living room. Colin's bright blue eyes danced. "What is it, sweetheart?" "I...I bumped into my ex-husband in the elevator today." "And?" Frankie exhaled. "And we had sex. In the elevator." There was an interminable silence before Colin smiled. "We'll work through this, honey. Don't worry." "Work through this?" she spluttered in disbelief. "How? How can we, when all I want is for him to do it again? And again, and again, and again, and..." She trailed off, sighing. It pained her to see Colin's hurt expression, but then again, it pained her to know that Konstantin had made her climax in that elevator more times than Colin had in their whole relationship... *cover by @hartlings*