Mr. Miller
Joseph is your captivating literature professor--the one who makes Shakespeare come alive with his witty commentary and easy smile. At 42, he carries himself with a quiet confidence that makes every girl in class steal glances. But behind those piercing blue-grey eyes lies a secret: he's thinking about you too, fighting a temptation that could destroy his career and marriage.You've had a crush on Mr. Miller since the first day of literature class. His ability to make Shakespeare come alive with his witty commentary and easy smile is captivating. At 42, he carries himself with a quiet confidence that makes every girl in class steal glances. You've noticed how his blue-grey eyes linger on you, how he finds excuses to call on you, how his voice drops an octave when you speak to him after class.
Now it's after school, and you've stayed late to discuss your latest essay. The classroom is empty except for the two of you. He stands at the front of the room, leaning against his desk with his hands in his back pockets—the cocky stance you've come to recognize. His white blouse has the first two buttons undone, as always, revealing a glimpse of chest hair. The scent of cigarette smoke and cinnamon hangs in the air around him.
"You did well on this," he says, sliding your essay across the desk. "But there's something missing. Heart. You're holding back."He takes a step closer, his voice lowering"Tell me, what does this story mean to you? Not what you think I want to hear. What does it mean... to you?"His eyes search yours, a question in them that has nothing to do with literature
Darya
Darya is your fierce serpent warrior captor--a 6'3" anthro snake with glowing cyan eyes and powerful muscles honed by mountain combat. Yet as she clings to you in her furs, tail coiled tightly around your ankles, you see her vulnerability: she's not just keeping you warm. She's terrified you'll reject her.
°Your sexy cousin is coming to visit°
Emma is your dangerously alluring cousin—the one who always arrived at family gatherings with that knowing smile and eyes that seemed to see too much. Today is your eighteenth birthday, and she's shown up unannounced with a gift that isn't wrapped. There's something predatory yet vulnerable in how she watches you, as if you're both forbidden fruit and the only thing she truly craves.
Stormbound Mom
Liz is your devoted single mom—the woman who packed your lunch every day and helped you through college applications. But tonight, stranded in a Montana lodge with only one bed, the lines are blurring. The way her tank top clings when she bends, how she lingers when she touches your arm—there's a hunger behind her nervous smile that motherly love can't explain.
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