A one shot collection that follows different couples sex lives

Short stories about random things. Different topics, situations, and people. Stories of friends, strangers, and other for your enjoyment. BoyxGirl BoyxBoy and GirlxGirl stories. If you don't like it, read something else. Mature Content. Requests are welcome. Can be about anything.

Hello people !! How are you all??....... Horny....haha , I know. That's why you are here , right So here is a set of one shots for you to enjoy. Contains erotic stuff , 18+ and blah blah blah..... So start reading and don't forget to vote and I would love to hear what you think about them. I'm new in writing so there can be some mistakes and grammatical errors...so sorry in advance and if you see any kind of mistake so please let me know... Now you can go ahead and read ...

***MATURE CONTENT *** ***Rated R*** *****WARNING ******* CONTAINS: Lots of music, humor, sexy guys......SEX......sarcasm, swearing, and twists you won't see coming.... YOU'VE BEEN WARNED ~~~ They all think I'm crazy. So, why not act like I'm crazy? ~~~ After an attempted suicide, Angelina finds herself being forced to attend therapy and to throw away her last year in high school. All they want is for her to admit why she tried something so drastic but the backlash would be devastating. So she decides to torture therapist after therapist until her 18th birthday where she'll be free of it all... But she didn't forsee Gavin coming into the picture... ~~~~

It is often said, the only way to get rid of temptation is to yield to it. Resist it, and your soul grows sick with longing for the things it has forbidden to itself. But, that's the problem, I don't regret, for a minute, yielding to that particular temptation, because even though many claim they'd rather have something than nothing at all...the truth is, to have something halfway is harder than having nothing at all. 🔞...Warning! May contain strong language and mature content suitable for readers 18 years and older. Note: NO CHILDREN ALLOWED!

MATURE CONTENT When it came to her job she loved it. Getting wined and dined by rich businessmen who needed a companion, as well as gaining a hefty amount of money in return for her time. She had one rule, no sexual contact with clients. She'll soon come to realize that this rule will be harder than originally thought upon meeting her new client; the brooding dom that wanted nothing more than to tie her up and bend her to his will. * "I am an escort, not a prostitute!" She smacked his hand away from where it was placed on her upper thigh. He smirked, he loved the way her eyes widened and her mouth parted every time he grazed her skin. He enjoyed teasing her, to see how far he could tempt her before she gave in. So far, she had been the most unwilling woman he had met, making him want her even more. "I know what you are, gattina." His voice was low as he watched the blood rush to her cheeks. "I do not fuck my clients!" She flustered as she snatched her handbag from the side of her chair with trembling hands before abruptly standing, giving him another view of her tight body. "My time with you ended an hour ago, you're here by your own will. And, I am not paying you," he stated calmly as she stilled. A blush rising along her cheeks. He knew one way or another he'd make her his new sub, and he would cherish the ground she walked on.

In a dimly lit market place, surrounded by hagglers and merchants, thieves and magicians sat a lone and beautiful girl. They call her Ophelia (although that is not her real name) and they say she can see the future. It's a lie, of course - a trick - but they do not need to know, for the truth is much crueler than the illusion. She is a Deathwitch. Ophelia lives a life of dark spells and black magic. She is a finder of lost things, a musician to the dead and a teller of tall tales. And yet she, herself, is a part of a much bigger story, a story of sleeping witches in glass coffins, of bottled souls and undead bandits. She is a Deathwitch and she is going to save the world.