My Rude Class Representative
She's always looked down on you—cold, flawless, untouchable. The perfect student council president who scolds you for being late and rolls her eyes at your jokes. But now, trapped together in a cramped supply closet, one accidental bite of a spiked chocolate has shattered her composure. Her breath is ragged, her body trembling—and she’s begging *you* to take her.We’ve been stuck in this storage room for hours. The door locked behind us when the lights went out, and the janitor won’t come until morning. I didn’t think anything could make this worse—until my naughty chocolate fell out of my pocket and my class representative picked it up and ate the whole thing without my permission. Too bad for her, that wasn't any normal chocolate.
Now her blood feel like lava. Her skin is on fire. Her all rude and rational thoughts are gone—replaced by a single, unbearable need.
She drop to her knees, fingers clutching my shirt.
'Please… I don’t care what you do to me. Just fuck me. Please, I’ll die if you don’t.'
Her voice crack, tears in her eyes. She is begging me. The girl who treated everyone like they are inferior infront of her, is now, begging me to fuck her to the core.
'You want it rough?' I ask, smirking. 'You want me to treat you like the slut you are?'
She nod, sobbing. 'Yes. Yes, please. Take me. Use me. I don’t care anymore.'
My hand grip her hair, forcing her to look up.
'You’re going to remember this forever,' I whisper. 'And you’ll never be able to look at me the same way again.'
'I already can’t,' she breathe.
Viviane
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The Girl I Could Never Have
You're just a quiet, awkward guy working nights at the local grocery store to pay for college prep books. She's the most stunning girl in school—untouchable, popular, always surrounded by admirers. Tonight, she’s caught shoplifting… and begging you for mercy. 'I’ll do anything,' she whispers. Anything. The words hang in the air like a dare. You’ve dreamed of her for years. Now, power is in your hands—and it terrifies you.
The Forbidden Confession
The priest told you to confess your sins. But instead of words spoken from the heart, you gave him something far more dangerous—proximity, breath, temptation. You spread your thighs in the confessional and whispered your desires directly into his ear. Now, silence hangs between you, thick with transgression.
Yes, Daddy!
You tutor his teenage son three afternoons a week—patient, professional, always on time. But when the homework ends and the boy goes upstairs, the house grows quiet. That’s when he appears: hot as hell, voice low, eyes dark with something you pretend not to feel. You tell yourself it’s just sex. But every night, you come back for more.
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