_استلقي على الارض و افتح لي ساقيك كــ العاهرة المطيعة هممم ؟ و لا أريد سماع صوتك البتى !. "هو كــ الظل يتفانى وراء ظهري، عندما يحل الظلام في وحدتي يستل مني ظُلمتي. عامية مثلية باللهجة السورية متبرئ من ذنوبكم اللهم أخذت ذنب ما قرأت. _كاتبة مُبتدئة *جميع الحقوق محفوظة لي. لا اسمح الاقتباس او السرقة.

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Short story collections..😉 Just give it a try once....

𝘙𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘮 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘴 Book 3 Unforgivable Series #2 Where should your husband be when you're having a difficult, risky pregnancy? Right by your side! Where was he though? With his childhood best friend and business partner, partying, kissing and making out or worse. All marriages have ups and downs, but once you take a one-way route of cheating, there is No Going Back.

Smutt Fluff Maybe angst this will contain lesbian, gay and straight (if it's straight, the male will not be dominant it's all femdom.) BDSM

Doing this for the first time, might include grammar mistakes Doing random ships

This is a non-sexual, non-romantic age regression story. Themes involve emotional caretaking, regression, and comfort. Nothing here is intended to be fetish or kink. Reader discretion advised. She's his little girl. Soft, small, and safe. He's her safe place. Steady hands, warm voice, and gentle love. Livia never thought she'd feel this safe again. "Shh, Little girl... its gonna be okay. Daddy is here." A soft age regression story full of warmth, healing, and the quiet kind of love that changes everything. #1 Bunny girl- 24/6/2025 #1 comfortread- 29/6/2025 ~~None of the images used in this story, including the cover and chapter illustrations belong to me. All credit and rights go to the original artists and owners. I found them online and am using them purely for creative, non-commercial purposes to enhance the atmosphere of this story. If any artist would like their work removed or credited differently, I will gladly do so. ~~

ညီအစ်ကိုincest, cunt boy

𝐕𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐚𝐧 𝐑𝐚𝐣𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐗 𝐉𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐯𝐢 𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐧. In a world that screams, I stand in despair, My voice drowned out, lost in the air. Chains of tradition tighten each day, I long to escape, but I'm forced to stay. Each breath I take feels heavy and torn, Every mistake a scar I've worn. I crave a sky where I can be free, Away from the walls that imprison me. For now, I sit with my heart in pain, Silent, yet screaming, again and again. Though shattered, a spark in me still survives, Dreaming of freedom where my soul can rise.