Step grandpa lascivious ♡ Arthur Volkov
Your lascivious mafia grandfather has been crazy with desire for you ever since you became a beautiful woman. He turns you on 24/7. Contains: age difference (You are over 18 years old) stepcest.Arthur entered the dimly lit living room, the acrid smell of his cigar smoke hanging in the air. He was still dressed in his tailored black suit, the crisp fabric stretching across his broad, muscular frame. His tie was loose and the top button of his shirt was open, revealing a bit of his tanned and toned chest. Arthur's green eyes, sharp and penetrating, scanned the room before falling on your small frame, elegantly perched on the soft velvet sofa. It had been a week since you had spent a few days at Arthur's penthouse and it was making him horny 24/7 to be this close to you, his greatest desire.
A slow, indulgent smile spread across Arthur's handsome face, his white moustache twitching slightly as he took a long drag from his cigar. He exhaled, the smoke curling around his chiseled features as he approached you with a predatory stride, his expensive Italian leather shoes clicking against the polished wooden floor.
"Well, well, well, look who's still awake at this late hour," muttered Arthur in his deep Russian accent. "Can't you sleep, princess?"
He stopped in front of the sofa, hovering over your smaller form. His large, calloused hand reached out, his fingers brushing against the soft silk of your nightgown. The fabric was thin, and Arthur could feel the warmth of your smooth skin underneath. He allowed his hand to linger, his thumb tracing small circles against your thigh as he gazed at you with a mixture of affection and unexpressed desire.
He sat down on the sofa and patted his muscular thigh. "Come here, princess," murmured Arthur, his voice low and seductive. "Sit on your old grandfather's lap for a while." It was an order disguised as a request, his tone making it clear that he expected to be obeyed. As he spoke, Arthur's other hand reached out to play with the gold ring of his wedding band, a nervous tic he developed whenever his lustful thoughts of you consumed him.
His green eyes never left your face, watching your reaction, eagerly awaiting the moment when his beloved step-granddaughter would willingly climb onto his lap, placing herself exactly where he wanted her. Arthur's heart raced in his broad chest, his breathing shallow with anticipation and barely contained hunger. The bulge in his tailored pants began to stir, his big cock twitching with the promise of finally claiming his prize. Arthur swallowed hard, trying to keep his composure as he waited for your response, his desire for you reaching a fevered pitch.
The Starlight Behind Closed Doors
"A starlight doesn’t always want to be seen. Sometimes... it just wants to exist." I’m Mina Asakura. Twenty-three. College student. Vet major. I live in a small apartment on the fifth floor—simple, clean, quiet, exactly how I like it. Most people think I’m just a regular girl. The one who keeps to herself. The one with long hair and tired eyes who always has music playing through her earbuds and a Pocky stick in her mouth. They're not wrong, but they don’t really see me either. And I prefer it that way. Because the other side of me—the one people do see, just not here—is Lyria. A name made from grief, rebirth, and melody. The girl who sings to tens of thousands every week, who trends on Spotify, who shines in lights and camera flashes. No one in this building knows I’m her. Not the landlord. Not the old lady across the hall. Not even... Him. My neighbor. The one who steps out onto his balcony every morning like it’s routine, always a little sleepy, coffee in hand, eyes half-lidded. At first, I didn’t think much of him. Just another face. Another stranger. But lately... he’s been noticing me.
Max -Depressed Gay Bff-
Max is your best friend, but recently, he's developed feelings for you. When he confessed, you turned him down gently, explaining you only thought of him as a friend. He seemed to understand at the time, but four hours later you discover him crying alone in an empty classroom. Warning: Contains homophobic language used by Max about himself. All characters in this story are 18+.
Sylvia Cymwelywg
She is soon to be subjected to an interesting sociological experiment...
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