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She closed her eyes. Her house sounded different. She could hear animals scurrying outside, the wind blowing faintly off the treetops and murmuring. It was as if her whole neighborhood was now in range of her ears. Opening her eyes abruptly, she decided she would do something besides eavesdrop on the neighborhood. She picked up her notepad and flipped to the back. She found a pencil and began drawing - nothing in particular. When she had finished, she marveled at it in confusion. It looked like some sort of cave system. Shrugging, she picked up her notepad and began scribbling.

She's good, she's bad.... She's a little bit wicked. Thousand-year-old succubus Alexis Rayne is a hired killer with the ability to bring any man or woman to their knees. With a recent tragedy having left Alexis heartbroken, she isn’t who she used to be. She drinks too much. She snaps at everyone. She makes mistakes.

"Because, Betty, there are just too many clothes in that basket. My goodness. Have you taken a look at it lately?" "Nope. You know that I am really very busy with work on my blog." "But that is not an excuse for you to pile up so many clothes there. I mean, it is such a huge mess that you have created there. They are already spilling out of the basket." Betty shrugged. "Well, I am not surprised. I know that I have been keeping quite a lot of them there." "And when are you planning to get them washed?" Betty sighed.

Enjoy this short story by Hellen Heels. "Honey, I think this is simply going to be a waste of money for us", he said as he reluctantly gave the sales girl his card. "No, it is not going to be a waste, darling", she had said. "I believe that you will love it too". "Love? Why? It is just an accessory, not a person". "But, Don, we can still love accessories. Or don't you love your SUV"? "Well, you are right about my SUV, Olivia. But it is only because of how useful it is to us". "So, you mean that this rug is not going to be as useful as the SUV"? "How can you compare them, Olivia?

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Possessive Daddies Little Series is about the chance first meetings between Daddies and Littles, and the sparks and spice and steam between them. Lucky encounters between students and professors, bartenders and patrons, and the girl next door to a hot new neighbor - hear about the hot, sexy first meetings of Littles and Daddies. The series is about hot ageplay romances featuring two consenting adults who are perfect for each other. It includes Daddy Dom elements, a touch of drama, and a sexy happily ever after. Enjoy!

Enjoy this short story by Hellen Heels. "Are you referring to someone else, someone different from your colleague"? "I know very well whom I am referring to. Aren't you Jasmine? My very able and trustworthy teaching colleague"? "Well, you do know who I am. So, I better stop questioning you unnecessarily". "Better. So why have you been screaming after me as if I owe you something from another lifetime"? "I didn't see you in class when I came back from the library". "Didn't you get the message from the Head Teacher"? "No. What was it about"?

Erin Bradshaw just wants a little time to herself, much to the dismay of her family and friends. A writer on a deadline, she plans to avoid the Halloween chaos and enjoy nature in a little cabin in the woods. On the way up the mountain, she almost crashes into a naked woman...only to discover she must have imagined it. But she isn’t imagining the burgeoning arousal that’s growing with every mile and strange occurrence. Little does Erin know that the legend of the phantom is real and her otherworldly presence is sending the aching writer into a tailspin.

Feems explained, with the use of a tiny bowl, what the whole thing was about and the science behind how it worked. He never quite got to the point where he explained how in God’s name he had convinced them to let him do it, but we didn’t care. “So, the swimming pool is going to be emptied in the next fortnight, all the pumps replaced to get ready for the big swim meet. So, before they replace everything, I’ve convinced them to let me have a go with the swimming pool to do an experiment.”

Ashera is a queen in a world of kings. She took her crown and has paid for it in blood. Not everyone is willing to let her rule in peace, however, especially not the neighboring kingdoms for whom human slavery is still very much in practice. She’ll need to win the hearts of the men who rule alongside her if she’s to crush the resistance and free all of humanity. Seducing them is easy; she’s a succubus with lithe curves and a wicked tongue. It’s getting them to change their minds that is the challenge.

That is where you are wrong, Nikki. The work we do as chefs is very intricate, detailed, and personal. We get reviewed in an instant on how good our performance is. This is very different from any other role or job that the madam might have. If the madam wanted an investment manager, she'd simply review his past performance in a bank and expect that he'd do well in the new job. But that doesn't happen with chefs. We get assessed on the spot, not later. And a verdict would be made by our employer almost immediately, not at some future date.

I bought a house after my divorce. I’m making a fresh start in a new city, but I don’t know anyone yet. Not even at a university, where everyone involved is an adult. The neighbors are nice enough, but I wasn’t interested until their daughter came home. She’s young and beautiful and I’ve seen her watching me from her bedroom window. Making love with the girl next door has always been a fantasy of mine. Maybe when her parents go away from the weekend, we’ll find out if it's her fantasy, too.

The problem with the area, especially at night, was that it backed onto the woods. This being England, and the wildlife of England being what it is, there was no threat from any animals. There might, on occasion, be the odd stray dog out there, but even that wasn’t anything to really worry about. Yet, several members of staff, who would happily take out the bags full of waste in the daylight, refused to even entertain the idea of going out there at night.

The photographs, under a title that described the image’s contents in the crudest possible terms, were of Kristen. In the bedroom, in our living room, getting into and out of the shower. Even standing before the cooker top, wearing just an oversized pullover and a red thong as she prepared pasta. I felt sick as the implications began to sink in. Not only were these invasive and highly intimate photographs that had somehow made their way onto a public platform, they were photographs that she clearly believed that I had taken and disseminated.

I need enough credits to graduate this year. I need more than just some freaky old teacher, though. I need a Daddy. I will get in his class and see how long it takes for him to notice that I'm a Little. If I’m lucky, he’ll be able to tell that I need him. He’s the only one who can help me. And I’d do anything for his help.

Enjoy this short story by Hellen Heels.

Will her boyfriend submit to the black alpha's demands? A night at a BDSM club takes an interesting turn when the sexy dominant black male wants to satisfy himself with both Lisa and her boyfriend, Daniel. Daniel has always said he’s straight, but he sure doesn't look straight as he kneels down in front of the big black alpha male, and he looks even less straight when he allows the hunky guy to access all areas, while his girlfriend and others watch. Crossed swords guaranteed in this steamy, sexy story of a forbidden ménage.

“Well? Are you now tired of making a fool of yourself?” He turned to look at her. “I will leave the class. But it is only because I don’t want to reveal just how foolish you are.” She chuckled. “Look at who is talking. A new teacher who does not know how stupid he had made himself appear.” Enjoy the drama in this new tale of crossdressing.

She blinked at Sir Farridan’s sudden entrance. He was surprised by how ordinary-looking she was, for a princess - they were supposed to be wispy little things, delicate and ungodly beautiful. Princess Idrun wore a simple white gown, her unruly blonde hair falling down to her hips, a greenish cast to it in the light. How will Sir Farridan rescue a princess who doesn't want to be rescued?

Oliver spoke first, the only one who could initially find their voice and start what they came here to do. “Is anyone here with us?” And just like that, the planchette began to move. Slowly, it made its way to "yes". "Are you the girl they say haunts this bridge?" Charlotte asked. The night around them suddenly got darker, pitch-black, and it got windy, with the sound it made under the bridge sounding faintly like screams. The planchette then moved from "yes" to "no". Nora gasped, bringing her free hand to her mouth, looking at Oliver for comfort.