When I open my eyes, I find myself wrapped up in unfamiliar blue silk sheets. What the…? Why am I not under my faded Winnie the Pooh comforter? My eyes widen when I hear someone murmur. A distinctly male someone.
My pulse racing, I turn my head and let out a silent scream. There’s a shirtless guy sleeping next to me! Another silent scream leaves my lips when I look under the silk sheets. I’m wearing nothing but my bra and panties. Oh my God, did I have sex with a stranger last night? I take a deep breath, trying…
She has a ring on her finger. He doesn’t care.
To prevent unwanted advances from horny jerks, Serena Lee’s friend gave her a fake engagement ring. And it has worked like magic — until she encounters Shawn Choi, her overly possessive and controlling (but ridiculously sexy) ex, in a coffee shop. Despite the rock on her finger, Shawn relentlessly pursuits her. His goal — to get her in his bed and to put a ring of his own on that little finger.
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Under the setting sun, you and I lie naked on an old blanket of yours. Wet heat forms between my thighs at the sight of your bare breasts. They are so soft and fit perfectly in my hands, as if they were made for me.
You bite into a juicy ripe mango. My nipples pebble with desire as I see the fruit’s juices run down your chin.
“Can I taste that?” I ask.
“Sure,” you say, holding out the mango to me.
With a smile, I ignore the fruit in your hand and kiss your lips. I slip my tongue…
Theoretically, my wedding day should be the happiest hours of my life.
But it’s not, thanks to a certain someone I can’t get over — that someone being the incredibly sexy Hikaru Watanabe, who also happens to be the ruthless leader of a powerful yakuza gang.
And it turns out that Hikaru wants me back and he will stop at nothing to reclaim me.
Even if that means kidnapping me on my wedding day.
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I shake my head at the poor peasant below me. Her name is Lanfen, and her life has been a series of unfortunate circumstances. She was born in a wooden hut with a broken roof to parents who were both destitute and cruel. Though she was a sweet, obedient child who did everything her parents asked of her, they loathed her presence simply because she was not a boy. For some reason, many mortals desired sons and not daughters. Did they truly believe the possession of a penis made a person automatically better? For centuries, I have seen many men…
On the last day of April, I decided to treat myself to an extravagant brunch. I worked hard(ish) in April, so why not reward myself?
For brunch, I decided to head to Architectural Justice, a restaurant/art gallery(!) that is a short walk away from the Strongsville branch of the Cuyahoga County Public Library, where I often write (or more accurately, scroll through Reddit and look up articles on how to be productive instead of, you know, being productive).
Architectural Justice describes itself as “a unique, European inspired place to shop, dine and be inspired.” I’m not going to lie. I’m…
I resist the urge to yawn as you thrust your cock into me. After being married to you for eight years, I know too well how little imagination you have and how your lack of imagination extends to sex. I blame the porn you watch. Yes, I know you watch porn, though you’ve denied it a dozen times. In the videos you watch, the women are able to achieve mind-blowing orgasms after some doughy-faced man shoves his dick into them two or three times. Sadly, you seem to think those videos reflect reality.
Nonetheless, I moan, faking pleasure. Partly to…
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My friends and I go to The Bean, a coffee shop that’s a 10-minute bus ride away from campus. The baristas are kind of rude — they glare at Selma whenever she requests extra sugar in her coffee — and they’re always playing sad indie music by singers who can’t enunciate. But The Bean has comfortable chairs, and unlike the drinks at the coffee shop on campus, the beverages don’t taste vaguely burnt.
Monique cocks her head as she listens to the song playing over the speakers. “Is he singing about dead mermaids?”
I knit my…
“What the fuck is this?” I glower at my sister Aiko through the phone. If she were in the room with me, I would have smacked her. Behind me is her birthday gift for me. I turn my head, wincing when I see the contents of the huge box. Instead of giving me a gift card like a normal person, Aiko decided to send me a life-size catgirl robot.
Yes, you read that right. A fucking catgirl robot.
Discomfort flares up inside me at the sight of Aiko’s present. Though it’s a robot, the damn thing looks so lifelike. If…
My boss Grant O’Connell, the CEO of O’Connell, Thompson, and Taylor Enterprises, is sexy as sin. Too bad he’s also a tyrannical jerk. For the past year and a half, I’ve worked my ass off for him and obeyed his every command. But one day, out of the blue, he fires me. I later discover it’s because he found an unsent letter that I wrote to him — a letter that described all the dirty things I would like him to do to me…
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