THE RED HOUSE; [The red house] // Where men with money, fuck women of beauty, and laugh at the rest of world. ~~~~~~~~~~ Meet Matthew Walker. A man whose entire world had just fallen upon him. The women who he thought of as his 'the one' has left him all because he made a few mistakes. He turned his back on his career and isolated himself. ~~~~~~~~~~ "What is this, a Whore House?" "Not just a whore house, Matt! It's heaven on earth! It's got it all: strippers, whores, hookers, heck, and even some porn stars live there. It's like a hotel. They let you stay there, pick a girl and get it on as long as you want." ~~~~~~~~~~ There Matthew meets a women who turns his world upside down, Feather Grace Heart. Funnily enough her sweet name doesn't suit her at all. She's wicked, mischievous, naughty and down right trouble. But she's exactly what Matthew never knew he needed. But there's one problem. She's a prostitute. And one with a decision to make. And he doesn't know how to feel about that once he starts falling for her. Feather has her own secrets that has Matthew on his toes all the time. Is it lust or love? ~~~~~~~~~~ He leans closer, and our faces are inches apart. “I don’t want to complicate your decision,” he whispers. “You already have.” He kisses me so softly, it’s like a breeze on my mouth. Then I close my eyes and reach for him, letting him ease me back to the ground. His hands close over my face, holding me as we kiss, my heart beating so hard I can feel all my pulse points throbbing. This is so different, so different from anything I’ve ever imagined. I just want to lie here forever, holding him, trusting him. I smell fresh-cut grass, and the scent of something soft and musky that will always remind me of Matthew. Closing my eyes, I wrap my arms around his neck and sink into our kiss, dizzy with the pure bliss of it. ~~~~~~~~~~ [ story has sexual content, erotic scenes ]

[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] “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 uneasily glanced around at the dancing couples. “Giving a new meaning to dirty dancing,” he replied quietly. And he entered her. [Cover by @zarawhite]

[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 to discreetly disengage the battery-operated toy from between her thighs. It was a thick phallus, way too thick to silently exit her wet pússy, but finally, finally, it popped out. "But you screamed." "Because I came, Reed." His bewilderment only grew. "Came where?" And that was when Lena knew that even after what had happened between them last night, Reed was still like a newborn, an innocent. He might have been the most intelligent guy she knew but in many ways, he was still the boy he'd been before the accident that had marred his life. So she heaved out a sigh, clamping her thighs together when she felt his gaze scorch her damp skin. "I had an orgasm, Reed." She calmly spelled it out, wondering if she should mention that it was his cock she'd been imagining inside her. Now that she knew what he was packing, it was impossible to get the image out of her head - not that she was trying. Reed swallowed, a blush creeping up his neck. Lena was instantly turned on by that blush, by his obvious discomfort and arousal. So she did the most natural thing that came to her. She pulled her sheets away.

Note from MC: Stop. Do not read this story. It was written by a 13-year-old girl who really needed a reality check. Legit, the amount of embarrassment I have for this story is innumerable, so please just... no. "I'm abused by my dad. So what? Are you going to save me? Are you going to miraculously take me away from him? Didn't think so. Stay out of my business, Mr. Carter. I can handle myself," I snapped. He was really starting to get annoying with all these questions. Couldn't he take a hint? He leaned down, getting into my personal space again, and stared into my eyes. "You're fifteen, Deserae; you can't handle yourself. And to answer your question: Yes, I am going to save you. With or without your permission." And he walked away. Leaving me stunned, confused, and breathless. As always. *I WAS ONLY 13ISH WHEN I WROTE THIS, SO IT'S IN NEED OF EDITING THAT I WILL NEVER DO. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED*

It's Iris Grey's final year of high school. She should be worrying about what college to go to and the classes she'll need to be studying for, but the only thing on her mind is her last soccer season. Every year that she has been on the team, the Red Devils have made it to the section finals only to lose to same team over and over again, but Iris has it set out in her mind that that won't be a repeat during her senior year. Her only problem is her history teacher that happens to be the soccer coach as well. Iris and Coach Davis make each other's blood boil, and no matter how much they try and set aside their differences, it seems that it doesn't work, but no matter how much they hate each other, they both know they need the other in order to win. Will they be able to move past their differences in order for Iris to win her final season or will the two crack under each other's pressure? Will something else develop under all of the hate or will they continue to think that nothing will ever change the fact that they will never get along.

Burnt alive as a teen, nearly to death, doctors said it was impossible to replenish his appearance. With the help from the wealth of his family's fortune, they shield him from the world and the world from him. Alejandro Montego worked hard and was now the sole heir to his family's multimillion corporations. He was not only now a multimillionaire but a thirty five year old virgin. No one ever saw him, no one dared. Until he met beautiful Grace Liverpool. The newly employed, personal, live-in care taker, set out exploring all she could of the ghost like mansion. She took what she didn't know was a wrong turn in his study, not knowing of his condition. Would Grace's love and patience be enough to break through Alejandro's thick shield?

"What are you willing to do for your husband's job, Ms. Sierra?" He questions in a low tone. I swallow my pride and raise my chin. "I will do any job or errand" I reveal. Daryl stuffs his hands into the pockets of his suit and gives me his back. "I'm in the need of an inamorata, Ms. Sierra" he admits. "W-What is an inamorata?" I ask, feeling embarrassed for my lack of knowledge. Daryl spins around and slams his palms onto the sturdy desk. "A mistress, a lover, a slave, someone willing to be on call for love-making. But of course, there will be no love involved" he answers. He reaches across the desk and cups my chin. "Are you willing to be that Ms. Sierra? Are you willing to be my sexy little inamorata?" He inquires, almost daring me to agree. *** Sierra Miller was a normal person living a normal life. She's married to her wonderful husband of two years. She had an easy life with few worries. Until Daryl Collins, the arrogant owner of Inter-scope Insurance, forced his way into her life. Will she be able to be his inamorata while also saving her marriage? Read more to find out!

This is my first attempt at a Damie fanfic. Dakota and Jamie are nearing the end of filming the Fifty Shades Trilogy. Can their love survive what is to come?

Jamie Dornan and Dakota Johnson. Both young, beautifull, talented and single. They met on the set of "Fifty Shades of Grey", and now they can't live without one another. They're having such a strong chemistry beetwen them, so they can't just let it go. PS: Forgive me if I made some mistakes, I'm good at English, but nobody is perfect.