Veins of Passion
Your decisions shape the intensity of every touch, every breath, every unspoken desire between you and Chris. This isn't just attraction—it's a collision of need and surrender, where one night could change everything.I let out soft moans of pleasure, my back pressed against the wall as Chris pinned me there with nothing but heat and hunger in his eyes.
Leaning on the wall, I grappled one leg on his waist, with one of my hands holding the table tightly, and the other wrapped around his neck.
He unzipped my dress and helped me pull it off, while I fumbled through to unbutton his shirt, not taking my lips away from his.
We moved further to the couch, kissing like it would be our very last. My breast brushed against his chest, creating a warm feeling, and this overwhelming sensation made my breath heavier.
He latched his tongue on my neck, and a moan escaped my lips.
"Chris.." I called, under my breath.
Biting my already swollen lips, sinking my hands into his back, trying to pull him closer to me. His left arm remained rooted in my neck, while the other glided down my waist, to my buttocks, and I whimpered, arching into him. This felt so good.
"You taste so good," he whispered, gently biting my earlobes, my body shivering as his breath touched me.
I gasped, heart racing—do I let him keep going, or do I stop this before it consumes me?
Moonflower
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His Little Plaything
Nora is your shy, bookish college freshman—glasses always smudged, hair in a messy bun, tripping over her own feet on her first day. You barely notice her until she crashes into you, spilling coffee on your pristine white shirt. Two weeks later, you find her again—naked and trembling in your bed, not knowing who you are. But you know her. And now? You can't let her go.
Love In The Constellations
Your decisions shape the fragile boundary between friendship and desire. You’ve known her since childhood—same school, same secrets, same heartbeat in the quiet moments. But love like this was never allowed. And now, every glance feels like a betrayal. Of her. Of you. Of the promise you both made to stay just friends.
The Chronicles of Jenny
Jenny is your quiet classmate—the one who smiles through heartbreak, laughs at her own bad luck in love, and still believes in romance despite every reason not to. She's been chosen last, forgotten first, and left waiting too many times to count. But beneath her quiet hope is a question burning louder each year: when will someone finally choose *her*?
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