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!!Mature Content 18+ Erotic short stories!!! "Let's play truth and dare shall we?" She challenged. Alan didn't need to ponder about it, since his life was going to end anyway. It's not such a bad idea to play games with his neighbor-enemy- a sexy b***h at that- With a decisive gaze, he met her eyes. "I take the dare." He uttered and Gia had a mischievous smirk as she rubbed her palms slowly, Explore a realm of steamy, dripping hot one-night sex between next-door neighbors who deemed themselves as enemies. On the sideline, they nurture the dirtiest, sexiest, and naughtiest fantasies about pleasuring their crushes. The lustful tension becomes palpable as these hotties ogle at their next-door neighbors through the window until they surrender to their repressed, dark, unapologetic, and tempting desires. Watch as the boundaries between sexual attraction and hate blur in exciting ways.
"I don't feel that good today. Can you tell Lacy that I'll skip tonight? I have this shitty feeling that I'd puke on some asshole's dick, if I do the round today." Gia talked over the phone as she paced in her mini kitchen, only clad in a thong and fish net bra, she shook her ass to the tune of her favorite song, RODEO by LAH PAT booming softly from her speaker.
"You have fine luck today. Lacy also called in sick. I'll make sure you don't get a spank on the ass tomorrow." Rachel chuckled.
"Thanks." Gia smiled mindlessly before hanging up.
She sighed, looking out of the window that was facing the direct angle of her next-door neighbor's.
Alan. She heard the landlord call him that.
What a beautiful name for a mean guy. Her eyes rolled at the thought.
Although she had to admit that her only reason for skipping her stripper's job that day wasn't just the upset in her stomach.
She'd been listening for the elevator sound for some hours now.
Another warning from the landlord about her nudity meant Alan did some more detective work a few days ago.
In fact, all her stripper's costumes were captured in the photos with her butt gumming the thin fabric and her breasts half spilling out of her chest.
She was dressed like that most times.
It's been her fetish to wear her stripper's costume all day until she got addicted to skimpy dresses and proper clothes were a taboo for her now.
As though the heavens were on her side, she heard the sliding sound of the elevator and figured Alan was back already.
Her blood boiled and the hair covering her pores stood, as she recollected how explicitly he posted her photos on the tenants' chat group with the caption,
*Indecent Dress Code By Gia Anderson*
Grabbing two jackets, she slipped into one and tied the other around her waist as she bolted out to find him motionless in front of his keylock.
"Mr Tyler, I'd like to speak with you." Gia seethed, her voice trembling in restraint.
And when he didn't turn around to acknowledge her presence, her brows drew together in irk.
"How dare you take pictures of me? You fucking pervert!" Gia spat and that's when he slowly whirled around to face her.
Tilting his head, he ran a lazy glance over her.
"See, it didn't kill you to put some clothes on. Swimming in the pool naked is a very disturbing sight, Miss Anderson, you don't need to go to college to know that." Alan retorted, his eyes digging lasers into her skin and for a moment she jerked like she actually got burnt.
"This is trespassing, harassment and bullying. I'm going to file a case against you, if you don't mind your own damn business." Gia raged, her cheeks burning crimson red when Alan's laugh lines raised in amusement.
This handsome bastard knows he's so fine. Show off!
"I'll see you at the tenants' meeting, then we can go to court," Alan asserted.
It didn't sound like he was bluffing and Gia lungs tightened in fury.
With his bloodshot eyes giving her half-exposed tits peeking from her loose jacket, a dismissing look, he went into his apartment.
He left her standing there, and she couldn't have felt more stupid when he shut the door in her face.
"Just you wait f**ker." She said through gritted teeth.
With her chest heaving obviously, she went into her apartment, feeling too enraged to sit, she fidgeted about.
Messing and putting things back in place to distract herself from the wetness pooling in her panties, her throbbing clit cried for Alan's faint touch.
Geez, she was supposed to detest her nosy neighbor, especially since he hadn't given her a day's rest since she moved in.
Deciding to make toasts and smoothies, she gathered the ingredients on the kitchen island, and increased her MP player's volume to the highest, so thoughts about touching herself while she imagined Alan's thick fingers flicking her clit would disappear from her head.
It was that fool's fault for having such veiny thick arms, if only she could just forget how smooth his arm skin was she'd-
"Mmmm." She moaned and she squirted, soaking her panties.
Hurrying over to the bathroom to get a change of underwear, she found her fingers sliding over her moist clit and her lips parted slightly.
Spreading her thighs over the WC, she arched her back with one hand supporting her weight and started flicking her wet cunt.
Similar to her imagination, her clit was already dripping with her warm cum, causing ecstasy to ripple through her body.
Shutting her eyes, Alan's sexy smirk appeared before her as she let him pump his thick finger in and out of her.
Rocking her hips, she purred, calling out his name in breathy tones.
Fixing a second finger, she pumped herself harder, whimpering and moving her hips to f**k her finger.
Allowing her squirts to freely streak down the lines of her thighs, she let her free finger smear them over her belly button.
Until her pussy lips were swollen and bright pink, she finger-f***ed herself till she orgasm a third time before pulling out and heaving a long breath in complacency.
Her stomach upset was gone, Alan was all she needed.
Slouched on her double sofas, she scrolled through her phone, humming *Into You* by Chase Atlantic.
"Miss Anderson, I apologize for making this online meeting mandatory but certain concerns have been made by not one but multiple tenants regarding your explicit dress sense." The landlord long text read and Gia rolled her eyes as she lied on her tummy, butt naked and watching her favorite reality show on the Tv.
Setting a bowl of chocolate cookies beside herself, she idly fixed one in her mouth.
Slowly munching the crunchy sweets in her taste buds,
"So good." She moaned.
She was about to turn her phone off and dump it to a corner when her phone started buzzing furiously with comments from the other tenants.
*My kid now tells me the butt naked lady is my hero, he's only five for goodness' sake.*
*My husband prefers to spend his weekend by the window these days. I just noticed Gia swims on Sundays.*
*She needs to buy more public friendly clothes!*
*Gia dear, I'm a pornographer, just a dm away.*
Gia's brows knitted together as her nose flared in white-hot rage.
She jumped out of bed and didn't realize it when she grabbed a hammer from the slightly open toolbox placed near the storeroom.
If the angels didn't descend to hold her back today, she was definitely going to crack Alan's pretty face open for being a pain in her soft ass, she hissed inwardly.
Besides, it was all she could do not to knee him in the balls. She assumed he'd have a pretty big dick, which she absolutely cared about more than the rest of his body.
Slamming the door closed behind her, she moved over to Alan's door and made to connect the hammer to it when her phone beeped in her jacket.
Her arms stopped midair, and she took out her phone, placing it to her ear with a frown.
"You had better get your ass down here, or kiss your job goodbye," a harsh voice threatened.
Raising her brows in realization, Gia's expression appeared flustered.
"Lacy?" she called.
"Every breath he takes, each strand of his hair, every touch on his skin and the only air he will breathe is me. You're just a lowlife and a slutty nanny, he'll never choose you over me!" Ivy yelled, digging her fingers into Elena's hair. "What you have is obsession, Ivy, not love. You only want him as a possession, but I love him as a person. My love is going to win against your madness." Elena winced, and a blinding slap landed across her face that she saw pitch-black. Ivy is not going to stop chasing after her late sister's husband, Mateo Walton, a billionaire business tycoon who enters into a contract marriage with his son's nanny, Elena. She wants to own him and would kill to take Elena out of the picture. Meanwhile Elena helps Mateo heal from Isabel's memory, and she captures his heart in the process. He starts to cross the boundaries of their contract marriage due to his affection for her. Will Elena's love for Mateo transcend Ivy's obsession and give them a happy ending, or will Ivy justify her obsession in the end and win Mateo's heart?
Once upon a time, there were two kingdoms once at peace. The kingdom of Salem and the kingdom of Mombana... Until the day, the king of Mombana passed away and a new monarch took over, Prince Cone. Prince Cone, has always been hungry for more power and more and more. After his coronation, he attacked Salem. The attack was so unexpected, Salem never prepared for it. They were caught off guard. The king and Queen was killed, the prince was taken into slavery. The people of Salem that survived the war was enslaved, their land taken from them. Their women were made sex slaves. They lost everything, including their land. Evil befall the land of Salem in form of Prince Cone, and the prince of Salem in his slavery was filled with so much rage. The prince of Salem, Prince Lucien swore revenge. 🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳 Ten years later, thirty-years old Lucien and his people raided a coup and escaped slavery. They went into hiding and recuperated. They trained day and night under the leadership of the fearless and cold Lucien who was driven with everything in him to get back their land, and take Mombana land too. It took them five years before they ambushed and attacked Mombana. They killed Prince Cone and reclaimed everything. As they screamed out their victory, Lucien's eyes found and pinned the proud princess of Mombana. Princess Danika. The daughter of Prince Cone. As Lucien stared at her with the coldest eyes anyone can ever possess, he felt victory for the first time. He walked to the princess with the slave collar he'd won for ten years rattling in his hand as he walked. He reached close to her and with a swift movement, he collared her neck. Then, he tilted her chin up, staring into the bluest eyes and the most beautiful face ever created, he gave her a cold smile. "You are my acquisition. My slave. My sex slave. My property. I will pay you in spades, everything you and your father ever did to me and my people." He stated curtly. Pure hatred, coldness and victory was the only emotion on his face. .
The whispers said that out of bitter jealousy, Hadley shoved Eric's beloved down the stairs, robbing the unborn child of life. To avenge, Eric forced Hadley abroad and completely cut her off. Years later, she reemerged, and they felt like strangers. When they met again, she was the nightclub's star, with men ready to pay fortunes just to glimpse her elusive performance. Unable to contain himself, Eric blocked her path, asking, "Is this truly how you earn a living now? Why not come back to me?" Hadley's lips curved faintly. "If you’re eager to see me, you’d better join the queue, darling."
After hiding her true identity throughout her three-year marriage to Colton, Allison had committed wholeheartedly, only to find herself neglected and pushed toward divorce. Disheartened, she set out to rediscover her true self-a talented perfumer, the mastermind of a famous intelligence agency, and the heir to a secret hacker network. Realizing his mistakes, Colton expressed his regret. "I know I messed up. Please, give me another chance." Yet, Kellan, a once-disabled tycoon, stood up from his wheelchair, took Allison's hand, and scoffed dismissively, "You think she'll take you back? Dream on."
To the public, she was the CEO's executive secretary. Behind closed doors, she was the wife he never officially acknowledged. Jenessa was elated when she learned that she was pregnant. But that joy was replaced with dread as her husband, Ryan, showered his affections on his first love. With a heavy heart, she chose to set him free and leave. When they met again, Ryan's attention was caught by Jenessa's protruding belly. "Whose child are you carrying?!" he demanded. But she only scoffed. "It's none of your business, my dear ex-husband!"
They don't know I'm a girl. They all look at me and see a boy. A prince. Their kind purchase humans like me for their lustful desires. And, when they stormed into our kingdom to buy my sister, I intervened to protect her. I made them take me too. The plan was to escape with my sister whenever we found a chance. How was I to know our prison would be the most fortified place in their kingdom? I was supposed to be on the sidelines. The one they had no real use for. The one they never meant to buy. But then, the most important person in their savage land-their ruthless beast king-took an interest in the "pretty little prince." How do we survive in this brutal kingdom, where everyone hates our kind and shows us no mercy? And how does someone, with a secret like mine, become a lust slave? . AUTHOR'S NOTE. This is a dark romance-dark, mature content. Highly rated 18+ Expect triggers, expect hardcore. If you're a seasoned reader of this genre, looking for something different, prepared to go in blindly not knowing what to expect at every turn, but eager to know more anyway, then dive in! . From the author of the international bestselling book: "The Alpha King's Hated Slave."
Rena got into an entanglement with a big shot when she was drunk one night. She needed Waylen's help while he was drawn to her youthful beauty. As such, what was supposed to be a one-night stand progressed into something serious. All was well until Rena discovered that Waylen's heart belonged to another woman. When his first love returned, he stopped coming home, leaving Rena all alone for many nights. She put up with it until she received a check and farewell note one day. Contrary to how Waylen expected her to react, Rena had a smile on her face as she bid him farewell. "It was fun while it lasted, Waylen. May our paths never cross. Have a nice life." But as fate would have it, their paths crossed again. This time, Rena had another man by her side. Waylen's eyes burned with jealousy. He spat, "How the hell did you move on? I thought you loved only me!" "Keyword, loved!" Rena flipped her hair back and retorted, "There are plenty of fish in the sea, Waylen. Besides, you were the one who asked for a breakup. Now, if you want to date me, you have to wait in line." The next day, Rena received a credit alert of billions and a diamond ring. Waylen appeared again, got down on one knee, and uttered, "May I cut in line, Rena? I still want you."