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FORMERLY V D' YAVOL. For as long as she can remember, Dream has been... dreaming. Very vividly. She saw how her childhood dog died two days before he actually did, so she had plenty of time to prepare herself-her words. She's been to plenty psychologists and sleep specialists, but they all say the same thing. Nothing to worry about. So, her parents gave it to God. And nothing happened. She's grown used to it by now. She sees a face, sometimes hears a name, and then whatever happens to that person. Murder, the lottery, a death in the family, etc. You name it, she's seen it. She pays the dreams no mind because she can't control or stop any of them all the time. It's out of her hands. But on one holy night, she sees a man. Limping. Crying. Bloody. Yet this time, she can't see a face.

"You see I would happily screw, but not get off. I want to listen to you moan my name, scream it. I want to feel your kitten tighten around me. I want to feel all of you. Thats all I want" He said in my ear. My hole body tingeling. I was not giving in to him. "I'm not being a good fuck for you. Sorry. Go find some girl who would actually want to fuck you. I don't and never will. Sorry to burst yo- OH!" He pushed his erection against my ass. "Yeah sure you don't. That is what you do to me" He relased me and went and sat on my bed. "You're an asshole" I spat at him. "I'll be anything you want me to be baby" He said suductivly. How the hell am I suposed to live with this asshole. "I hate you!" I said glaring at him. He chuckled. "Baby me and you both know you don't hate me. You want me. Its obvious. Every girl does" He said with a smirk. "If any good looking guy wanted sex all the girls would be there begging him to have their way with him. Its sad actually. Good thing i'm still a virgin. I'm saving myself" I said. "So you have no chance" I said with a smug grin. He got up and walked towards me. I backed up and hit the wall. His hands on either side of my head. He leaned in and his lips hovered over mine. "We will see about that Shea. I always get what I want, and I want you" His lips brushing up against mine. I wanted to kiss him but I didn't. I wasn't giving in.

I can't help the moan that escapes my mouth at the taste of her tongue against mine, and my hips pulse reflexively up to meet hers. But before I can reach the heat emanating from her core, she grasps my neck in her hand and pushes me away, pressing me into the couch, my breath coming out in pants once I'm disconnected from her. It takes a few seconds for my dazed eyes to make out the expression on her face, and I notice that, while her lips are swollen with my kisses, her eyebrows are pulled forward in frustration. "Kai." She lowly whispers my name and pulls the hand that isn't tightly grasping my neck out to caress my cheek. I can't tell whether to bask in her attention or obsess over the fact that I did something wrong. "Stay still," The right hand clasping my neck tightens to the point where I gasp for breath, but quickly releases soon after. My dick jumps in my briefs at the feeling and I blush, secretly hoping she didn't notice. By the way that her eyes light up and her eyebrows release to a more neutral stance, I can tell that she did. But there's no time to acknowledge that because her next words and actions render me breathless. "Remember, I am in control." She states, and then pushes her pelvis so that her heated core presses right against my aching cock. *** In which an inexperienced college freshman catches the eye of a sinful Dominatrix who wants to take every ounce of his innocence... WARNING: This story isn't limited to BDSM. It explores the kink world. And as you may or may not know, kinks go beyond pain/pleasure. If you're brave enough, check it out ;) *Trigger Warnings are provided in the first chapter* **The female lead is older by several years - suck it up sweetie, you'll survive** 110,000 - 120,000 Words

He was the strictest Dom, loves to control women and she was a free bird, didn't like to be controlled by anybody. He was into the BDSM and she hates it. He was finding a challenging submissive for himself and she was a perfect match for him but she wasn't ready to accept his offer because she lived her life without any rules and regulations. She wanted to fly high like a free bird without any limitations. He has a burning desire to control her because she was his perfect choice but she was a hard nut to crack. He was crazy to make her his submissive and control her mind, soul and body. His desire to control her will fulfil or not? Or his desire to control her will change into the desire to make her his? To know these answers join the cute and intense journey of the hot and strictest Master and his cute little butterfly. *** "I flared up by looking at the person like you." "What do you mean by this?" "I mean you're a Dominant who controls people life and I hate it." "You don't know anything, butterfly. At least experience it, then hate it." "It will be better if I throw you out of the cafe by kicking your ass." His eyes widened a bit in shock. "This will also be a new experience for me." I grinned. "Butterfly, you will regret if you ever do this to me or even say this to me again." His tone became stern suddenly. "Oh, I'm so scared." I scoffed. "Fuck you and get the hell out of my cafe if you don't want me to kick your ass." He frowned and dragged me to the backside of the cafe by seizing my wrist. Then he pushed me into the party hall and hurriedly locked the door. "What the fuck do you think of yourself? You," "Shut up." He roared, cutting my words. He again grasped my wrist and dragged me to the sofa. He sat down and with a swift motion, he yanked me down and bent me over his lap. He pinned me against the sofa by pressing his hand on my back and locked my legs between his legs. What he is doing? Fear rushed down my spine.

"Toby ever since we came back from Branson- and before you say anything just don't and let me finish, ever since we came back I-man this is hard-well lets put it this way in three little words I love you!" I shouted at him with nervousness in the pit of my stomach. There was a long silence. He snapped his head towards me so fast in those few moments it could of gave me whiplash and then his eyes got big while my heart pounded in my chest. "Abigail I-" ----- Abigail was a normal girl out of school, out of her parents house and now living in her own apartment. She even has a job (but isn't paid very good) and when the rent shows up she can't pay it. The rent collector becomes her new boss, Toby who in return is a total ass. Toby will spin her emotions in one huge never ending cycle. So what happens when she can't pay rent and meets a total hot ass jerk? What happens when she finds out he's really rich? Most of all what happens when she doesn't know whether to love or hate? "There is a thin line between love and hate and Abigail's dancing in the middle." Edit: I am always going to leave this story up because this is what got me into writing and was my first story on ��������. But I am warning you now, I wrote this when I was 13. I was so young🤣 it almost makes me cringe to see how my writing style was back then. Thank you for all your support and check out my better works on my page!

Today's the day I'm supposed to find my mate. He was the most gorgeous guy with black hair and blue eyes that was the color of the ocean. He smiled at me and I smiled back. Extremely nervous, he came up to me and grabbed me by the wrist and pulled me into a nearby janitors closet. I didn't even have a chance to say anything because his lips were suddenly on mine. I slowly pushed him off me, feeling like we're going too fast. "Shouldn't we at least find out some stuff about each other?" I asked him. "Why? It's not like I care about you." Those words shattered my heart. "S-so you're going to reject me?" He thought for a moment. "No, I think I'll keep you as a sex toy." Before I could say anything else, he ripped off my shirt and bit down on my shoulder. Meet Lexi. A nobody. She hopes that once she finds her mate, he'll be sweet and kind. But once she found out who her actual mate was, was like a slap to the face for her. Meet Brad. He can only be described in one word: an *sshole. He plays around with girls and doesn't care about anyone but himself. Will Brad finally settle down to love Lexi? Will Lexi forever hate him for what he did? Read and find out .

He was the strictest Dom, loves to control women and she was a free bird, didn't like to be controlled by anybody. He was into the BDSM and she hates it. He was finding a challenging submissive for himself and she was a perfect match for him but she wasn't ready to accept his offer because she lived her life without any rules and regulations. She wanted to fly high like a free bird without any limitations. He has a burning desire to control her because she was his perfect choice but she was a hard nut to crack. He was crazy to make her his submissive and control her mind, soul and body. What will be the spark between them? Will it end with Dom dropping the whip or the bird getting into the cage? To know these answers join the cute and intense journey of the hot and strictest Master and his cute little butterfly. *** "I flared up by looking at the person like you." "What do you mean by this?" "I mean you're a Dominant who controls people life and I hate it." "You don't know anything, butterfly. At least experience it, then hate it." "It will be better if I throw you out of the cafe by kicking your ass." His eyes widened a bit in shock. "This will also be a new experience for me." I grinned. "Butterfly, you will regret if you ever do this to me or even say this to me again." His tone became stern suddenly. "Oh, I'm so scared." I scoffed. "Fuck you and get the hell out of my cafe if you don't want me to kick your ass." He frowned and dragged me to the backside of the cafe by seizing my wrist. Then he pushed me into the party hall and hurriedly locked the door. "What the fuck do you think of yourself? You," "Shut up." He roared, cutting my words. He again grasped my wrist and dragged me to the sofa. He sat down and with a swift motion, he yanked me down and bent me over his lap. He pinned me against the sofa by pressing his hand on my back and locked my legs between his legs. What he is doing? Fear rushed down my spine.

"Why didn't you tell me you like it rough?" Nathan says excitedly as he pulls me on top of him, moving against me without actually entering me. "I can do rough." I cry out in pain as he smacks my ass, but it's a good kind of pain. I didn't even know I liked this. I've never had anyone hit me during sex. Ever. We kiss again, both hungry for so much more. *** FINISHED STORY with 73 chapters & 2 epilogues. After pining after her ex for a year, living with her parents and working shitty temp jobs, Caroline finally breaks free. New town, new job, new life. Of course, she manages to shut herself out of her apartment during her first week in her new apartment. A handsome stranger invites her in, and a hot affair begins... Nathan is hot as fuck and more than willing to help Caroline explore her sexuality in ways she never even imagined. Caroline is more than happy to let him into her bed again and again. But who is Nathan really? And why won't he share any details about his life with her? Is she willing to risk her entire future for him? With exes popping up left, right and center, Caroline is in for one hell of a year. Chances are it will all blow up in her face and she'll end up losing more than she gained. Oh well, at least she gets some mind-blowing sex to soften the blow.

"This room is going to be your most pleasurable days, and your most painful. I'm going to pleasure you to the point you can't handle it, till the point you're screaming and lose your voice. I'm going to hurt you in the most delectable ways, that make you hate it, while simultaneously loving it, I'm going to beat you, bruise you, leave imprints on your skin, Do you know why?" He quizzes, I look up at him awaiting an answer. "Because I own you, Lahni, I own every inch of you, I own your pleasure, I own your pain, you're my fuck toy, to tear apart and put back together" I moaned unintentionally quivering, my body felt hot, his dominance seeping into my pores, my submission letting go of my will and giving it to him.

"Walter tells Stephen to move back so he can see his c*ck better. I noticed his grunting slowing down so it' s not a surprise. This is the third time my husband has had me have sex with our basement tenant. I used to like Stephen so that's the part of about all of this that most depresses me." The first in a series of short stories in "The D-Word" collection, "Watching" is the story of a young immigrant to Canada named Kali. After graduating from high school she is married off by her father to a much older family friend who she soon discovers has an unusual hobby. Walter is physically repugnant to Kali and she's extremely grateful he does not have sex with her. But she wonders what he does in his room where he increasingly spends most of his time. After Walter loses his job he renovates his basement and selects an attractive university student, Stephen, as the tenant. A few months later he informs Kali that they will be visiting the basement apartment and Stephen the following evening and that she needs to get a good night's sleep and bathe following work the next day. This story is based on a divorce case I edited many years ago while working at my first job as a legal editor for a publishing company. As I edited these cases I learned over and over again that truth can indeed be stranger and even kinkier than fiction.