Sobriety Michael
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Dangerous Desires (Short Erotic Stories)
Short stories Summary
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Melissa has an itch. Reached out on Bumble, and hastily checked in with a partner young enough to be her son. Realizing her folly, now she must break her own rules.
Loski is naive, adventurous and broke. Anything to please Mel just to bag the quid he would do, but he's developed a feeling more than money and sex.
Esther pays a visit to her bestie and meets a young chap who awakens a long-lost desire, her urge taking a toll on her.
The trio are caught in an uneven web of lust, love, and gains. Each has his own needs. Can they reach a common ground?
Excerpt
Esther being athletic played her part in this coition, by riding him in the rhythm of his motion, slowly she pumped herself up and down as the lad entered her, sucking his nipples as he f**ked her.
Loski fondled her large breasts pressing them against his face, as he f**ked Esther, biting at the nipples, he continued with the bite while Esther responded by pushing her boobs to his face.
"What's going on here?" Melissa stood at the door, her mouth agape, as the groceries she held slipped from her hands.
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This book contains other erotic stories which include everything from threesomes, adventure sex, extreme supernatural sex, teenage gangbang, sugar mommy and daddy debauchery, professor to student and even BDSM.
These stories feature all the explicit lusty scenes you can ever imagine.
Bon appetit!
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"Oh, please, sir. Please, fuck me!" I screamed in delirium.
The heat from him disappeared for a moment, and I was sad and scared. Where did he go? What had I done wrong now? But he returned, sheathed and ready to plunge into me.
"Oh, thank God," I said breathlessly.
He chuckled a little; slowly he slid in, adjusting me on the sink, aligning me to his dick. Each thrust sent me further into a manic need to come. Perhaps I was screaming, because his hand covered my mouth. For a brief moment, I was frightened. I was panting so hard it blocked my need to breathe, but then his voice was in my ear.
"Come for me, bluebird."
The Day He Chose Her, I Chose Myself
Gavin For three years, New York socialite Elara Vance relentlessly pursued ranch foreman Ethan Cole, culminating in her 999th heartbreaking attempt on his remote Wyoming ranch.
His brutal, final rejection shattered her, slamming shut any hope for a future with him.
Humiliated and utterly heartbroken, Elara contacted her estranged father, agreeing to an arranged future she had always resisted, just to escape the unbearable pain.
Sent to her father's distant ranch as a punitive measure, she found herself under Ethan's command, where his coldness only intensified.
Worse, local darling Lily Hayes emerged as her relentless tormentor, subtly sabotaging Elara at every turn – faking injuries, burning Elara’s cherished mother’s photograph, and even feigning a snakebite to claim the only available antidote.
But the most agonizing blow came when Ethan, blind to Lily’s cunning, consistently sided with her, punishing Elara for invented misdeeds and choosing Lily over her, even when Elara lay near death from a venomous bite.
"Give it to Lily," Ethan commanded, explicitly condemning Elara when there was only one dose of antivenom left, a decision that cemented his utter disdain and her profound despair.
How could he be so incredibly blind, so easily manipulated by Lily's saccharine deceit, while seeing Elara, who genuinely loved him, as nothing more than a calculating socialite?
Stripped of hope and utterly broken by his repeated cruelty and his public demand for her apology for Lily's malicious acts, Elara made a radical choice: she abandoned her past, rejecting Ethan and her privileged life to marry the kind, humble farmer Noah Miller, seeking peace and genuine respect far away from everything she knew. The Divorce She Demanded
Gavin "Sarah, about that Chicago job…" Mark’s words echoed, triggering a chilling deja vu.
He was about to tell me my dream job, the history department head role in my hometown, had to be sacrificed for his needy sister-in-law, Jessica.
Twenty years ago, I acquiesced, losing my path, my husband, and ultimately, myself to Mark’s relentless prioritization of Jessica and the town’s pitying whispers. This time, my defiant "I'm taking the job" was met with accusations of selfishness and indifference from him, and feigned sweetness from her. Our escalating conflict climaxed when a violent ice storm collapsed our house; trapped under debris, I watched Mark abandon me to save Jessica and her son.
The searing pain in my leg was nothing compared to the gut-wrenching realization: he had chosen them, fully expecting me to die, his ultimate betrayal a stark and final message.
But in that wreckage, a new resolve solidified: this wasn't an end, but liberation. From my hospital bed, I vowed to reclaim my life, refusing his eventual, posthumous apologies and compensation, finally free to forge my own destiny in Chicago.