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I took a moment to look her over. She was pretty with her bouncy blond hair. She wasn’t a natural blond though and I wondered what her original hair color was. I found myself staring at her eyes though. Two shimmering pools of green blue. A girl could drown in them. WARNING: READING DEVICE MAY MELT DUE TO STEAMY LESBIAN CONTENT. ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18 AND UP.
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Scarlett stared at the sign staked in the grass at the side of the highway. ‘Paradise Peak, population 1100,’ it read; a sign she hadn’t seen since her family had passed it on their way out. It was the same sign though, rickety and worn. It was a wonder the rotting legs hadn’t given out years ago. This was it. Just a few more minutes and she would be home. At the moment though, the idea of coming home seemed more daunting than comforting. Not for the first time on her eleven-hundred mile trek up the west coast, she wondered what the hell she was doing. This had seemed like a good idea six months ago in California. Now though, she couldn’t help but wonder if she’d gone just a smidge—or off her rocker—crazy. But it wasn’t crazy, she reassured herself. The oversized, glass-walled monstrosity her family had moved to in California had never felt much like home. Hell, she’d needed to use the intercom to call to the opposite side of the house. No, the quaint, ranch-style house she’d grown up in…that was home. Of course, home was situated in a place where everyone knew absolutely everything there is to know about…well…everyone. So, if she thought she could keep her homecoming quiet, she really was losing her marbles. Realizing she’d slowed to a crawl’s pace, she forced her foot down on the pedal. It was too late to change her mind now. Besides, it was entirely possible nobody would recognize her and she’d at least make it through the day before the Paradise Peak Gazette’s only reporter was banging down her door. She drove the half mile into town and stopped at the nearest...
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“So where are we partying tonight?” I glanced at my best friend and band mate Erica. “Let's get through the show first, huh? Then we’ll party like the rock stars we are.” Erica grinned at me. “Since when do you worry about the show? You're always on point.” I tossed my hair back. “Yeah I am. I'm also a little needy if you know what I mean.” She nodded. “I do indeed.” She paused to apply the blood red lipstick she favored. “Wait, what happened with JD? I thought y’all were good.” Was that a gray hair? No freaking way! I thought. My hair was still ink black and long. But my grandmother had been a premature gray. Aw hell no. Gotta get rid of that. “Angel? Girl, you need to leave whatever you're smoking alone. You zoned out again.” I gave her a droll stare. “You know I don't do that. I was just thinking. What did you say?” “I said I thought you and JD were cool.” JD was the drummer for our band. He was hot with his long silky blond hair and green eyes. I felt a stirring inside just thinking about his hard body. He was the kind of guy I went for, muscular, tattooed and pierced. And he was a beast in bed. He liked me, I could tell by the way he dropped hints and stuff. But he was just a friend with benefits. I wasn't interested in being tied down to anyone right now. I was young and interested in being on top of the rock and roll world. I wanted to be as big as my dad was. “He's been dropping hints about us taking things to the next level but I'm fine with the way things are. I don't want to be in a relationship. I need my freedom.” Erica nodded in agreement and gave herself one last look in the mirror. “I hear you on that one, Ang. I was having that same conversation with Javier. I need to be free to sample what’s out there. Besides, one day, the right one is going to come along and you'll change your mind and settle down.” I laughed. “Ha. I doubt that. I'm not the settling down type. I like to be free to come and go as I please. Do what I want.” “And who you want?” “Of course.” Erica gave herself one last look in the mirror before she straightened. “Maybe when we’re too old to rock, we’ll get domesticated.” I followed her out of the dressing room. “That’ll be the day. You're never too old to...
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5 steamy bad boy erotic short stories all in one book! Story 1: Seducing Danger Story 2: You're Not So Badd Story 3: Hotter Than Fire Story 4: The Lone Wolf Story 5: Undercover Fire Warning: These stories contain explicit sex details and are for mature audiences only.
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“Ease up on the make-up, Brenda,” I said, turning my face away. “That’s way too much mascara.” Brenda gently turned my face back to hers. “Will you be still before you make me mess up?” “Are you sure you know what you’re doing?” I asked. I was trying to sit really still but it was hard. I wanted to see what I looked like. I never wore much make-up. I guess I never really needed it. Guys seemed to flock to me anyway without it. I hoped it would be that way this time too. “Of course I know what I’m doing,” Brenda snapped. “I did Kari’s make-up the last time. And she wasn’t complaining.” I chuckled. “Ok. Ok. I’m sorry. I just don’t want to look like a tramp or something. And I definitely don’t want this guy getting ideas and pawing all over me.” She put the finishing touches on the mascara and stepped back to admire her handiwork. ”Damn I’m good,” she exclaimed, clapping her hands. “You look hot, mama.” “Great,” I said with a frown. Just what I didn’t need. “Can I look now?” Brenda turned the chair so that I was facing the mirror. I barely recognized myself. Wow. I was….hot! “Whatcha think...?”
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Mia loved her job. Writing an advice column for sexually troubled people was a task she was perfectly suited for. She had a therapy degree and an uncanny ability to place herself in other’s people’s shoes. Every day, her inbox greeted her with a new challenge. Monday morning was no exception. Mia read the email seconds after dragging herself out of bed. She hadn’t had her coffee yet, but the email’s explosive content jolted her wide awake. Dear Mia, After years of marriage, my husband and I had become accustomed to wild, passionate sex night after night – sometimes up to three or four times a day. Taking a break from the email, Mia fanned herself. “Three or four times a day?” she shouted. “Whew!” But lately things have changed. His hours at work have picked up, leaving him exhausted when he comes home at night. To put it bluntly, I want more. I’d love to return to the days of endless lovemaking between the two of us, the days where he would spend hours tickling my body with gentle strokes and licks until I simply couldn’t take it anymore. Mia leaned back in her chair easing her legs apart slowly. It was a challenge to keep her mind from drifting, but she somehow kept reading. The problem is I’m too shy to demand what I want from...
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I sat on the couch watching the news and looking over the essays that my students had written on the reading we’d done in class. I found myself zooning out reading crappy paper after crappy paper. It was totally obvious that several students hadn’t even bothered to read the book and still turned in their paper anyway. Like I wouldn’t know they hadn’t read the damn thing. “Ugh. Why do I bother even assigning work?” I said out loud as I tossed another red streaked essay into the done pile. “What’s your problem?” I looked up as my roommate Tony came into the room. He was dressed in shorts and a T-shirt. “I thought I was teaching high school. But I guess I was wrong. Kindergarteners write better than these kids do..." WARNING: STEAMY CONTENT. READING DEVICE MAY MELT. READ WITH CAUTION. ALL CHARCTERS ARE OVER THE AGE OF 18
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“That's it. I've had it with men, Abby,” Ella fumed as she cut the umpteenth photo of her most recent ex-boyfriend into tiny pieces. Her very recent ex-boyfriend, in fact. Just hours ago she'd walked into his apartment in the middle of the afternoon, intending to surprise him after arriving home early from a weekend work conference. Well, she'd certainly surprised him, and the woman who'd been riding him like a horse was shocked to see Ella there, too. Ella hadn't freaked out at him like she'd seen so many times in movies and on television. She'd held it together quite well for the brief time she remained in the apartment. “Don't let me interrupt your riding session,” she'd told the woman. “Though you may want to put blinders on this one; he seems to stray easily,” Ella finished before turning and walking out. She'd held it together long enough to make it...
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24 Gay and Lesbian Short Stories Story 1: 50 Shades of Gay Story 2: Ring Girls Story 3: Hard Story 4: Theresa’s True Passion Story 5: Wanting My Best Friend Story 6: Bumper to Bumper Story 7: The Centerfold Story 8: Striptease Story 9: Worth the Wait Story 10: Cassandra’s Knockout Story 11: The Arresting Billionaire Story 12: Tempted to Touch Story 13: Middleman Story 14: Her First Time Story 15: Making Him Mine Story 16: Catching the Bouquet Story 17: Butt Naked Story 18: Pillow Queen Story 19: Three Men in the Woods Story 20: Bi-Curious Temptation Story 21: Stripped Naked Story 22: Spread Open Story 23: Coming In and Then Coming Out Story 24: Licked Clean WARNING: STEAMY CONTENT. READING DEVICE MAY MELT. HAPPY EVER AFTER ENDING IN EVERY STORY. NO CLIFFHANGERS. ALL CHARACTERS ARE OVER THE AGE OF 18.
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It started as an ordinary day at the grocery store. Boring as usual. Mrs. Miller came for her pills and footpads at eleven. Mrs. Chambers dropped in at twelve-thirty and poked around as usual, hoping something would happen to give her something to gossip about. And Amy sat at the front counter, watching all of this nothingness unfold, fighting off the urge to take an eight-hour nap. But at 12:45 something happened to wake her up and give Mrs. Chambers an actual reason to gossip. The mystery lady strolled in. Amy snapped at attention, watching her every move with wide-eyed curiosity. The lady’s petite but curvy frame was wrapped in black leather and lace. Her boots climbed nearly to her knees while her miniskirt didn’t quite get that far. Amy noted a bright red shade of lipstick on her full lips and hair that curled almost halfway down her back. Her look was racy for so early in the day. And for Crimson Valley, South Dakota, it was downright scandalous. She strutted through the breakfast aisle, whistling to herself like somebody without a care. Then she studied the...
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