[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."

I, Chassie Hill, have a secret. I work for a phone-sex hotline called "Talk Dirty To Me". It's not like I enjoy having phone sex with random people. I do it for the money. College isn't cheap, you know! Usually, the scenes I'm asked to portray in my "sessions" are boring, and not in the least bit stimulating, until Devon. I guess I should explain. My name is Devon Scott, and I'm in love with my best friend. Trust me, it's the hardest thing ever to be around her and not do everything I want to do to her. But, ever since I saw her that first day at her freshman orientation, I was forever in love with her. And now, I finally have an opportunity. Phone-sex and a little anonymity at a halloween party will get me the in I've been waiting for for three years.

A true story just happened last 2010, about the guy who encountered the Revenge of the lady. The guy who doesn't really believed in the paranormal but when he experienced all this things. He actually became religious until now. . And a couple who had a black lady in their entire life.

Aislinn isn't quite the innocent one or the victim. She is the criminal. That is the reason why she is sent to the eccentric The Oakley School for Juvenile Delinquents. Mists and dark forests surrounding a mysterious castle-like structure - Yup, that's the new joint she's rocking, quite the reprieve from Ash's old, sleepy town. But every grandiose place doesn't mean queen-size living. Ash just might be meeting her destiny, the hard way. Because where death lurks, so does the grim reaper. And it might not always be on the wrong side. [Warning: Contains profanities and violence]