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Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22842 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 114(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)

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There are 3 growly, possessive men at the card table, but only one saucy cocktail waitress to serve them. I work as a hostess at the Corinthian Hotel. In the high rollers room, to be exact, and I meet a lot of handsome clients. One day, three men stroll in… … but they’re not just any guys off the street! Dane is a hotel magnate with blue eyes that see everything. Chris has the body of a Greek god and enough charm to make a girl melt. And Jamison? Well, let’s just say that he resembles a Marvel action hero with that sculpted chest and irresistible smile. But I’m a nobody, whereas Dane, Chris and Jamison have everything at their looks, money, power, and influence. Why would they want me? Even worse, I have a terrible past that I’ve never revealed. Let’s just say my family situation is (and was) extremely sketchy … So will the three men still be interested when they find out? Or will they leave me and their baby out in the cold? This is a follow-up to Shared By My Ex’s Friends. In this story, we meet Tamara, who was Kaci Stott’s friend and co-worker from the Corinthian Hotel. Yes, all sorts of shenanigans go down at the Corinthian, and especially when you’re dealing with 3 powerful alpha males who won’t take “no” for an answer! Buckle your seatbelts because you’re in for a wild MFMM romance which will make you sweat! No swords cross in this story, and as always, an HEA is guaranteed.

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TAMARA

“Wow, you look amazing!” my friend Stasia breathes as she grabs my hand and makes me spin around. I giggle as I smooth down my dress modestly, but I can’t help but agree with her because I do look pretty amazing.

Tonight, I decided to go for a super sexy look, so I put on a velvet black mini dress that hugs my voluptuous figure, showing off plenty of cleavage. I have double D breasts and they’re squeezed tight by the fabric of the top, like two heaping scoops of vanilla ice cream. Even crazier, the hem of the skirt keeps riding up, and I know that if I bend over even just a little bit everyone will be craning their heads to see into that tempting shadow. Of course, I’m not wearing a thong because panty-lines are a big no-no in my line of work.

After all, looking good is a requirement for my job. I work as a cocktail waitress at the Corinthian Hotel, which happens to be one of the fanciest hotels here in Vegas, so being sexy is a part of my job. Still, I went all out tonight. I guess I just felt like dolling myself up even more than usual.

“Thanks,” I murmur as I survey myself in the large dressing room mirror. My makeup is perfect. I did a smokey-eyed look to bring out my pretty brown eyes and paired it with a rose-colored lipstick. I even straightened my usually curly brown hair so that it hangs long and sleek in a river down my back.

“You’re so gorgeous, Tamara,” Stasia sighs, turning as she stares at her own outfit in the mirror. “I look so damn plain compared to you,” she grumbles, shaking her head while taking in her black crop top and booty shorts, as well a pair of thigh-high boots. “Maybe I’d put something classier on if I got to work in the high rollers room like you do. Instead, I’m stuck serving drinks at the Gold Plaza where all the regular customers are so rude,” she fusses under her breath.

“The Gold Plaza isn’t so bad,” I say with a smile.

She shakes her head miserably.

“Maybe so, but I heard the tips in the high rollers room are amazing! What I make working at the Gold Plaza is like pocket change compared to what you must make.”

I shrug, shaking my head at her as I watch Stasia struggle to get her hair into a high ponytail.

“Hey, I get it. I couldn’t wait to start working in the high rollers room either because it feels good to level up after putting in the hours. And trust me, it isn’t just the tips that are big in there, it’s something else too,” I wink, wiggling my brows at her and giggling as her eyes suddenly go round.

“No way you mean what I think you mean!” Stasia whisper-yells even though the two of us are the only ones currently inside the dressing room.

I nod my head and hum a drawn-out “Mmm-hmmm!”

“Tam, you must be lying!” she says in a low voice, pinning me with a stare of disbelief. But I shake my head, sending her my most sympathetic look.

“No, I’m serious. I’m telling you, I don’t know what it is, but all the clients that come in there have absolutely huge dicks that are almost unbelievable in size. It’s like they’re straight out of Monster Mag, and they’re not growers either. They’re showers.”

Stasia’s forehead crinkles for a moment.

“What’s a grower, and what’s a shower?”

I look around although again, the room is empty. Then I lean forward and lower my voice into a hush.

“Don’t you know? Growers are guys who are tiny when they’re flaccid but they become huge when they’re aroused. Meanwhile, showers are the opposite. They’re basically huge all the time, both flaccid and aroused. The high rollers I’ve been with are all showers,” I say with a sassy wink at my friend. “We’re lucky that way.”

Stasia merely shakes her head in wonder. The pretty girl’s cheeks are pink, and envy tinges her tone.

“I can’t believe you’re telling me this. But wait—isn’t that against the rules? I mean, growers and showers, and …?”

“Yes, and yes,” I nod.

Stasia’s big brown eyes go wide.

“So you’re sleeping with the high rollers?”

I shrug.

“Sometimes,” I say in a light tone. “Sometimes we take it into a room in the back. But sometimes, I climb into their laps right there at the poker table, and well, you know…”

Stasia lets out a gasp.

“Really?”

I nod like this is no big deal.

“The Corinthian’s high rollers room is very exclusive. The hotel does background checks, there’s security, and it’s closely monitored. As a result, our male patrons are able to unwind a bit when they visit. Anything goes in the high rollers room when it comes to money, alcohol, cigars, and of course, women.”

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Total pages in book: 27
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Danielle: I’m a maid at a fancy hotel, and I caught one of our VIP guests in a compromising position. Yeah, whoops! Barron Colgate is a billionaire bad boy with the physique of an Olympic athlete. He’s got muscular thighs, a wide chest, and a thick, hung piece of iron …
… that he was using on TWO girls!

What?!?!?
Obviously, I ran away. But I wasn’t fast enough because Mr. Colgate saw, and now, he wants a piece of me.
Barron: The sassy maid was spying on us. She swears up and down that it was an “accident,” but I know it wasn’t an accident. I saw how Dani’s eyes went wide, and how her breasts heaved with excitement. The curvy girl wants in on the action … and I’m just the man to make her wildest fantasies come true.

This is a follow-up to Tempting Her Guardian. Remember the naughty hotel maid at the end of the last story? Well, this is her tale, and she’s only gotten naughtier in the months since! Watch as billionaire Barron Colgate teaches our feisty girl how to please a guest, but he’s in for a surprise because Dani has some tricks of her own up her sleeve! As always, my books contain questionable scenes and are not intended for sensitive readers. HEA guaranteed

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DANIELLE

I hum quietly while slowly pushing a huge cart in front of me down the hallway of the Hotel Nova. The heavy maid’s cart is enormous and unwieldy, and I almost take out one of the flower displays on the side. But fortunately, I manage to swerve to the left just in time. Whew, that was close! The blooms are colorful, and the fragrance is sweet with just a hint of honeysuckle. I wasn’t in the mood to come in earlier this morning, but the bouquets make it more bearable. Beauty always makes life more bearable, and being able to view lavish flower arrangements is one of the plusses of my job.

After all, anyone else would feel depressed working as a housekeeper, but it’s not that bad. For one thing, management doesn’t care if I listen to music while I work, and so I’m often lost in my own world, my head bopping up and down as I make beds, empty garbage, and wipe mirrors. For another, the uniform is kind of hot! I don’t know what management at the Hotel Nova was thinking, but this definitely isn’t your usual shapeless, bag-like sack. Instead, the uniform’s kind of sexy, if I dare say. The dress hardly goes past my upper thighs, and if I bend over just slightly, the material will ride up, and my ass cheeks will be on full display with just the strip of my thong bisecting them. My big breasts are creamy and luscious too, practically spilling out of the top.

The male guests don’t seem to mind my sexy uniform either. I can tell by the way they look at me as I pass them that they’re pleased by the sight. I’m a pretty girl, if I do say so myself, and not just because of my curvaceous bod. I have wild, curly brown hair, brown eyes, a button nose, and a pretty smile too. Then again, being attractive hasn’t exactly gotten me anywhere in this life. I am a hotel maid, after all.

At the moment, I just don’t have many options. I graduated from high school about a year ago and applied to all sorts of establishments as a waitress, clerk, and even a car-wash assistant. But the market’s been flooded with hopeful applicants, and the only place I got an interview at was here, the Hotel Nova. It’s an incredibly lavish hotel in Fairlawn, New Jersey. The place is huge with a magnificent lobby, marble walls, gleaming floors, and chic décor all around. It’s mostly a lot of rich people who stay, which has its ups and downs. One pro: the guests tend to tip generously. One con: the male guests sometimes expect more than just maid service.

I sigh quietly as I come to a stop in front of the presidential suite. This is my next stop and hopefully there aren’t any demanding guests inside. I knock on the door a couple of times and wait for a few moments to see if anyone will answer, but no one does, so I figure they’re probably out for a while. Perfect. This way I can do my job in peace.

I slide the key card into the door and head in quickly. This is the last room that I have to tend to before I get to go on my break, so I want to work as fast as I can. I pull one of my earbuds out as I scan the large space quickly, just to be sure that no one’s here so I won’t be disturbing any guests. It’s completely silent and empty, so I happily pop my earbud back into my ear and turn up my music before getting started.

The presidential suite is huge, so I know it’ll take me a while to clean. There’s definitely a process for these things. I usually do the kitchen, dining room, and common areas first, before getting to the bedrooms and bathrooms. Fortunately, the dining room is already pretty tidy when I wheel my cart inside. All I have to do is change the trash bag in the trashcan and wipe the table free of crumbs before I move on to the kitchen, where I wipe everything down and replace the dirtied towels and cloths before attacking the few dirty dishes in the sink.

When I’m finished in the kitchen, I head to the common area to start cleaning, and it’s a little messier. There are soiled rags and towels on the floor, used plates and glasses that need to be gathered, the couch cushions are all out of place, and there are sheets and blankets that need to be folded and put away. But before I can get to any of it, I start to hear a strange noise over the music in my earbuds.

I think I’m just imagining it for a second as I look around yet again, scanning the large space to make sure that no one has come in. No one has. It must be my imagination. So, I bend down to pick up a blanket to fold, but as soon as I do, I hear the noise again.

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Vanessa:
Gray Thomas is an arrogant a$$hole. The man of the house has always been infuriating, with a smirk on his sculpted lips and gleam to his bright blue eyes. I’ve watched him strut around the house for years now, clad only in boxers while showing off those six pack abs and sculpted pecs. But now, I’m going to teach the alpha male a lesson because his business is in trouble …

… and I’m the only person who can save it!
But I want something in return. After all, I’ve been obsessed with Gray for years now. Not only that, but he has something that’s thick, hard, long and utterly massive….

… and I want to see for myself!
Filthy? Wrong? Taboo? It doesn’t matter because I’m utterly obsessed.

Gray:
I need Vanessa’s help. My business is in a tough spot, and an infusion of cash would be just the thing. But the curvy girl wants to drive a hard bargain, and I’m conflicted. After all, the brat doesn’t realize it, but obsession is a two-way street and she’s about to learn her lesson the hard way.

Hey Readers – This book is a follow-up to A Princess for Daddy. In this story, the tables are turned because usually the man of the house rescues the brat, but in this case, it’s the curvy girl stepping in for the rescue! But where did Vanessa get all that cash? Read and find out because this story has a twist that will leave you gasping with surprise (and shock, and a lot of other things too)! As usual, my books contain taboo scenes and are not appropriate for sensitive readers. HEA guaranteed.

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Vanessa

It’s been a pretty good day. Actually, better than pretty good – very good, seeing that the Cartier store finally got the latest model of their iconic Love bracelet. It’s a tricky little thing. The bracelet isn’t much to look at because it’s just a gold-colored band with a simple motif decorating the edges. But it locks onto your wrist with a miniature key, and the only way to get the bracelet off is to have someone “unlock” you with a special screwdriver. Cute, right? Obviously, the gimmick got me because I just bought a rose-gold version for thousands of dollars.

I look down at my wrist where the jewelry glints and sigh with pleasure. It’s good to be me. I’m saying that because for the first time in my life, I have my own money. Lots of it too. I tell people that I’m a real estate agent, and that I work hard-play hard, yada yada yada, but my real source of income is as a cam girl. Yes, I perform naughty deeds for an appreciative audience, and lots of men pay me good money to flirt and tease on-line.

But my job isn’t easy. Being a cam-girl isn’t the type of thing where you can set it and forget it. Instead, I’ve basically become a first-class videographer, editor, and social media promoter, in addition to performing all of my shows. I’m my own IT tech, and I’ve also become a pro at sewing my own costumes in the process too. Trust me, you can get some cute bikinis from novelty stores, but it’s not enough for what I do. I like my outfits to fit well on screen, which means I’ve basically become a seamstress, tucking and nipping the fabric to enhance my natural assets, while also adding some sequins and glitter for good effect.

And baby, do I have assets. I’m what’s called a BBW, or a generously-sized curvy girl. There are all sorts of bigger girls out there, but some are smaller and some are larger. I’m on the larger side. I don’t fit into the styles at Lane Bryant or Torrid, and in fact, I hardly even shop at plus-size stores anymore. Instead, I sew my own outfits so that I have ready access to flattering, form-fitting clothes to wear, and I swear, at some point in the future I’m going to open up a plus-sized boutique offering couture for ladies who want to shine. It’s the least I can do to contribute to my community.

But for now, I’m happy living the double life of a real-estate agent slash cam girl. Everyone thinks that I go off to work in the mornings, showing houses and meeting clients, and the truth is that I do have a broker’s license, and I have clients too. I’ve even sold a couple houses in our little town of Hartsville, and made some substantial cash while doing it.

But my real estate work isn’t enough to afford Cartier bracelets and the other luxuries that I’ve come to enjoy. Instead, it’s my on-line persona that brings in the majority of my income. I love being sassy and flirty on camera, and doing naughty things as a rapt audience watches. I love hearing the distinct “ding” of a man tipping me, and I love showing them my generous assets and being called “Queen.”

But today, I’m playing hooky. I had a morning meeting with a potential buyer at 6 a.m., and then another breakfast meeting at 9 a.m. with a potential seller. Who knew that so many folks would be entering the housing market at this time? Even crazier, who knew that folks were so busy that they’re only available for breakfast? Regardless, I always accommodate my clientele, and both meetings are over now. But instead of heading to the gym, or recording a sexy video, I’ve decided to head home for lunch. It’s been a long day, even if it’s only 11 a.m., and I want to use that new waffle iron I bought last week that’s shaped like a heart.

As a result, I get into my SUV and glide down the small streets of Hartsville. It’s a cute little town. I’ve lived here ever since my mom married Gray Thomas, my stepdad. Sadly, they got divorced soon after, and Renata moved out in order to take up with our pool boy. But I stayed with Gray because frankly, my mom and her new boyfriend didn’t want me around. Renata and her man were likely engaging in a sordid, sex-fueled lifestyle, and I would have been in the way.

Gray’s been good to me though. My stepdad was kind when my mom left, although I can’t imagine what it must have been like when Renata announced she was taking up with the pool boy. Not only that, but I think he pays my mom alimony, so she and her man are literally living off his money. Clearly, life isn’t fair, but my stepfather seems to take it in a stride. Maybe it’s because Gray has so much money that the alimony payments are nothing to him. Or maybe, he never loved Renata to begin with.

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Total pages in book: 27
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Dear Bart –

You’ve always been so good to me. I was always your princess, and you spoiled me rotten in every way that counts.
You made me PB&J sandwiches when I was down, and even sang to me a couple times when it was raining.
You bought me my first bra, and helped me navigate a treacherous new landscape called “boys.”
But now, unemployment’s left you depressed …
… And I have just the solution.
I’m untouched …
Pure and innocent …
And my sassy curves will make you feel better.
Won’t you let me, Daddy? After all, now the tables are turned and it’s time for me to take care of you.

Love,
Christy

This is a follow-up to A Curvy Girl for the Cowboy. In this story, the brat and the man of the house find themselves in a conundrum. He’s lost his job, and they’re forced to move into a tiny shoebox of a trailer. But Christy’s ingenious and soon, the trailer’s trembling and rocking on its foundations from the steamy shenanigans going on inside! This book contains questionable scenes and is not intended for sensitive readers. It is NOT a DD/lg story. No cheating, no cliffhangers, and a HEA for my readers.

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Bart

Goddamn. I didn’t want this to happen, yet here we are. I’m ashamed and don’t look up when I enter the trailer, my heart pumping in my chest. But my sassy stepdaughter glances towards me and smiles.

“Hey,” she says. “Is that my stuff? Just dump it over there,” Christy gestures, pointing to an unoccupied corner of the combination living-dining room.

I slink to the corner before setting the cardboard box down. It’s labeled “winter clothes” and bulging against the packing tape. I straighten, even as embarrassment causes harsh streaks to color my cheeks.

“Sorry about this,” I rasp, still not looking up. “As soon as I find another job, we’ll move, I promise. This place is a dump.”

Christy merely shakes her head, her voice gentle.

“It’s fine, Bart,” she says. “I’ll be perfectly happing living at Sunset Views. Besides, you know that the closing of the Portnoy meatpacking plant wasn’t your fault. You’ve been there for ages, and no one thought they were going to lay everyone off.”

I nod, still embarrassed.

“Yeah, but I should have seen it coming,” is my gruff reply. “Like you said, I’ve been with Portnoy a long time. More than twenty years in fact. I should have known this was coming down the pike.”

The beautiful brunette merely smiles again, her expression gentle.

“Maybe, but what could you have done? There’s only one meatpacking plant in this area, and that’s Portnoy. Plus, it’s been your life since you were eighteen. All of your friends work there too.”

I snort.

“Yeah, but I could have moved and found another job,” I say in a raspy voice. “I could have been prepared, instead of getting the axe along with everyone else. This was a long time coming, you know. We all knew it was only a matter of time.”

But Christy merely tilts her head at me, her brown eyes forgiving.

“I know, but I also know that you were thinking of me when you decided to stay put,” she says in a pointed voice. “I was in high school, and you didn’t want to pull me out in the middle of it. So we stayed here in Hartsville, and what’s happened has happened, Bart. It’s okay. I don’t blame you one bit, and besides, I have a job now so we’re going to be fine. We can afford the rent on this trailer on my salary.”

The statement only makes me feel worse because after graduating from high school, Christy picked up a full-time position at the local five and dime. She’s working the counter, and I have to say that I’m secretly grateful for her job. Sure, she doesn’t make much, but forty hours a week at the store is just enough to cover our rent and some basics.

Still, I hate the fact that I’ve put the beautiful girl in this position. After all, I’m supposed to be taking care of her, and not the other way around. When her mother passed away, Sharon made me promise to take care of Christy, and I have to the best of my ability. But I’m sure Sharon never envisioned her daughter working her fingers to the bone to support me.

The thought makes me drop onto the couch and put my head in my hands. Fuck, this is so messed up. I’m a grown man, and I’ve always seen myself as a provider. Hell, I’m proud to be a provider. I take pride in putting food on the table, and a roof over our heads. I want Christy to live the carefree life of a teen girl, but instead, we had to give up our small brick house and move to this trailer park on the outskirts of Hartsville. It’s embarrassing, frankly, but Christy doesn’t seem bothered. I feel, rather than see, the curvy girl sink next to me on the couch, and one small hand strokes my shoulder.

“It’s okay, Bart,” the caring woman murmurs. “You did nothing wrong. I swear. And I quite like Sunset Views Trailer Park. I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but there actually is a beautiful view of the sunset from our window. Come, look,” she urges, her voice persuasive.

I manage to lift my head and glance towards the small, slotted window in front of us. It’s pretty sad because at the moment, my stepdaughter and I live in not more than three hundred square feet. There’s a bathroom to the right, and then the bedroom in the back. We’re currently sitting in the combination living-dining room with a small kitchenette along one wall. Obviously, space is tight and the two of us are crammed like sardines in something that could pass as a closet, or a shoebox. Yet Christy’s smiling at me as she gestures to the aforementioned sunset.

“See?” she murmurs while taking in the brilliant oranges, reds, and pinks that streak the sky. “Gorgeous.”

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Haakon:
I know there are rumors about me. That I use women. That I tie them up for my so-called “training.” That I discard them afterwards, with no thought as to their well-being.
It’s all true.
After all, not everyone can handle a Prince of Lysenia because I’m genetically different from most men. The average guy out there has one tool … but I have two.
They’re both massive, leaking poles.
Designed to claim.
With no mercy.
And I’m looking for a curvy girl who can take it all.

Matilda:
I’ve heard about Prince Haakon’s anatomy. The rumors are so wild that they couldn’t possibly be true.
But after our prince calls for a virgin sacrifice, opportunity knocks.
He’s here …
I’m available …
… and I’m eager to receive on both ends.

In other words, I’m perfect for Haakon’s filthy desires. But how do I make him choose me?

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Matilda

Huffing, I balance a jug of water in the crook of my arm. God knows why Lady Daphne needs so much water, but it’s not my place to ask. After all, I’m a lady in waiting at the Lysenian palace, and while the title sounds amazing, trust me, the job isn’t.

The worst part, I suppose, is that my position is undefined. I’m basically a Girl Friday who does all kinds of errands for a wide variety of people. I’m a secretary; a stenographer; a cook’s assistant; a typist; and even a junior maid on occasion. At this point, I’m surprised I haven’t been asked to muck out the stables.

But I shouldn’t complain because it’s a steady income, and my family needs money. We’re not poor; we’re just not rich either. We’re part of the disappearing middle class in Lysenia, and we seem to be squeezed on all sides. The cost of living is rising, and yet my parents’ paychecks have flatlined for decades. Last year, my dad was unemployed briefly and things got really scary. We didn’t tell anyone, but we were on food stamps and our electricity was shut off for a hot second.

But that experience set me straight because I’m determined to help my mom and dad. My parents deserve better, after all. They’ve saved their whole lives, but all that discipline has hardly made a difference. I know their bank balance is low, even if Maria and Gerald are too proud to admit it. I know that my mother still gets nervous around the fifteenth of the month when bills are due, and that my dad gets stressed whenever he thinks the company might lay him off again.

As a result, I applied for a job at the palace right after graduating from high school, and was hired immediately. I knew that as a lady in waiting, I’d be asked to do all sorts of things, but I had no idea that I’d be on my feet non-stop for ten-hour shifts. Still, even if my back aches and my feet are sore, I’m grateful for the opportunity because it means a steady paycheck. Now, if Lady Daphne would just stop requesting jugs of water all the time, that would be a huge improvement.

Huffing and puffing, I finally make it up the stairs to the noblewoman’s private quarters. Lady Daphne is a relative of the royal family, and as a result, she has a suite of rooms on the topmost floor of the castle. Although the royal family has modernized and updated the palace many times, there’s no elevator to the penthouse level. I think it’s to ensure their privacy. The royal family doesn’t want a huge crowd of staffers descending on them for any reason whatsoever, and this is one way to restrict the flow of traffic.

Wiping sweat from my brow, I begin walking through a series of narrow corridors to Lady Daphne’s suite. This place is such a maze, but I’m almost to my destination when suddenly a door bursts open halfway down the hall, and a young woman stumbles out. She’s comely, except for the fact that her blonde hair is a tangled mess, and she’s dressed in nothing but a sheet wrapped around her curves. I stare, mouth agape.

Then, to my surprise, some clothes and shoes are tossed into the hallway after the woman, her underwear soaring through the air before landing comically on her head. No one makes an appearance though. Instead, the door slams shut, and it’s just the two of us in the hall once more.

I set down the jug, careful not to spill the water, and slowly approach the woman.

“Are you okay?” I ask carefully. “Do you need help?”

As I get closer, I see that she’s actually quite young. I’d estimated the woman to be in her mid-20’s, but now I see that she’s probably only eighteen or so. But the girl doesn’t acknowledge me. Instead, she pulls on her dress hastily before struggling into a pair of scuffed black boots. Then she stands up and takes off running like a bat out of hell.

It's only then then that I realize she’s left her panties behind. The lace thong crumpled on the floor is violet-colored, with delicate rosettes at the waist. It definitely looks like the type of lingerie that costs an arm and a leg, so I pick it up gingerly with two fingers and call out, “Hey you forgot this!”

But the girl doesn’t turn. Instead, she ignores me and flees down the hall before making a sharp right. I’m left there looking like an idiot with a pair of women’s panties dangling from my fingers. What should I do?

I make a split-second decision. I admit, I’m not an altruistic person. I could say that I just want to make sure that she gets her panties back, but that would be a lie. I’m not really interested in used women’s lingerie; instead, I’m interested in why a comely young woman was kicked out of Prince Haakon’s quarters. After all, I know the palace inside-out from traipsing up and down the stairs 24/7, and I know the Crown Prince’s personal chambers lie behind that door. So why did he eject this blonde beauty? Did she do something wrong? Even more important, is she okay? When she ran off, it seemed like she was crying, although I can’t be sure.

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Darcy:
I’m all alone on my family’s homestead.
I milk the cows, tend the garden, and feed the chickens.
But I can’t manage the property alone, so when a handsome cowboy appears out of the blue, I accept his offer of assistance.
As for payment?
I have nothing of my own … except a home, a heart, and my generous curves.

Ranger:
Darcy thinks I’m a penniless journeyman who goes from farm to farm, cobbling together a living.
Little does she know, but I’m an industrial billionaire who wants her property.
In short, I’m here for her land … and not her body.
But soon, we’re head over heels with desire and unstoppable attraction. Darcy Fields is sweetness personified, with big brown eyes and a trusting nature.
But what happens when she finds out about my true identity?
Even more, Darcy’s pregnant with my baby … and I won’t let her go without claiming those curves for myself!

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1

DARCY

I stand on the front porch of the old farmhouse, holding my morning cup of joe, and looking out across the land I’ve lived on since I was born. The dew glimmers on the soft grass that engulfs the yard, despite the sticky threat of a humid spring day. Birds tweet softly from their newly built nests in the old western larch trees nearby. Somewhere near the barn, squirrels and mice scuttle about their morning routines, ignoring the lonely girl standing on a broken-down porch.

It’s safe to say this farm is everything to me, and holds all of my fondest memories because I wasn’t just raised here; I was actually born in the upstairs bedroom.

I grew up hearing my Pa recite the story over and over again, possibly one of his favorite anecdotes. He’d always start out the same way: “Your Ma was in the kitchen baking a pie and I was out mowing the yard when all of a sudden, handfuls of pie went whistling by my noggin, mere inches from covering me with flaming hot crust and steaming berries.” The story continues along the lines of how the midwife was late, and how Ma kept squishing berries into Pa’s hands while she squeezed his palms to death. Then, I popped into the world surrounded by berries, flour, and powdered sugar. In fact, Pa says that I was just the sugar they needed to complete their family recipe.

It’s a sweet story, and just like my mother before me, I like to bake pies. The first time I ever made one, Pa dodged me like a cat. I laugh out loud as I think back on the moment. Pa claimed he had to be careful around me and pie, since that’s how my mom announced to him that she had gone into labor, by throwing one at his head.

It feels good to laugh, I muse. It’s been a stretch since I’ve been able to enjoy these happier memories. I sit down on the porch steps, eager to let my mind enjoy these rare moments of tranquility before the pain and grief set in, like they tend to do.

I let my mind wander to my early years on the farm – playing with baby chicks, learning to milk the cows, picking wildflowers for the vases my mom kept in every room. The property is surrounded by old trees, the climbing kind that are perfect for a kid’s adventures. And also perfect for giving me so many scars when I fell out of them, I think with a chuckle. I instinctually rub the scar on my arm where I’d broken it from just such a misadventure.

Right before my sixth birthday.

Grief sweeps in, taking over the happy memories I want to focus on, and instead tearing at my already aching heart.

Ma.

One week before my sixth birthday, we said goodbye to my mother. I didn’t know it as a child, but Ma had been sick for some time, and her death was confusing for a girl so young. My mother had been a raven-haired beauty who was as delicate as she had been beautiful. I remember she smelled like lavender and every night at bath time I’d beg her to let me smell like that, too, hoping it was the scent that made someone so lovely.

Even now, sitting on the front porch thinking about her, I can almost smell that subtle lavender scent in my mind. I breathe deeply, missing her. I suppose it was my age that saved me from feeling intense grief because as a kid, I hadn’t been able to really grasp such loss. But now, at the fragile age of twenty, it hurts to know that I lost my only female role model before I’d had the chance to learn about life from her.

With Ma’s death, Pa had stepped in to play the role of mother and father.

I honestly don’t know how it did it all. Raising me, running a farm, working as hard as he did. I shake my head in wonder at my father.

Pa really had done it all. He learned to braid hair so that my long, wild, brown tresses were somewhat contained. Neither of us had any sense of style, so he would dress me in overalls and too large t-shirts most days. When my body started to develop into its womanly figure, Pa gave me some money to go to the local five-and-dime to buy a few nice sundresses, in case I ever wanted to go out or if I needed them for school events.

Shifting so I can lean my back against one of the porch columns, I smile as I think about those early years. Pa running the farm, trying to teach me how to run the farm, and all the while insisting that I just enjoy being a little kid. On my first birthday without my mother, just one week after her death, Pa had been so upset that he didn’t know how to make my favorite cake. So instead, he got two gigantic steaks and stuck a candle in the middle of mine. And every year after that, a steak-cake was our birthday tradition.

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I’m a handsome prince who likes to tag-team with my two loyal bodyguards.
Don’t believe the rumors, right?
WRONG.
Everything they say about me is true.
That I’m a prince.
With a sordid imagination.
And an even more sordid reality.
After all, I have two loyal henchmen who enjoy the same things that I do, and that includes enjoying women … together.
The girls are shocked, panting as their eyes go wide.
Delighted wails ring in the air, as their curvy forms are bent over and used.
Yet in the end, the ladies only want more …because who can resist being shared by Prince Charming and his men?

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CHAPTER 1

Ragnar

I watch from the shadows as my two bodyguards, Mizhir and Rizza, lash a young blonde to a St. Andrew’s cross. Her eyes are wide and she’s breathing hard, but I can see how her pussy glistens, and how she licks her lips in anticipation. What was her name? I forget, although I’m sure my lackeys told me. Then again, it doesn’t really matter what her name is because unless she passes the test, she’ll be nothing but “that girl” in my mind.

Mizhir fastens her wrists securely, as Rizza prowls around the nude woman, examining the chains. His eyes ravish her curves and with a low chuckle, he reaches one big hand forward to test her swollen wetness.

“Ohhh,” she cries, tilting her head back as her eyes close with pleasure.

“Scream as much as you like,” my body man purrs while stroking through her lush folds again. “But remember, you’re here for one reason only.”

Her eyes flicker open, the cornflower blue already a bit dazed.

“Of course. I’m here to please the prince.”

Mizhir nods, his black eyes flashing.

“That’s right,” he rasps. “Our boss is real-life royalty, and let’s just say he likes things a certain way. These are the try-outs, so I’d recommend being on your best behavior.”

The woman nods, her nipples as hard as diamonds now. She’s got a beautiful body with huge Double Ds, a narrow waist, and hips that are euphemistically called “child-bearing,” which means that they’re wide and sassy, just the way I like them. But again, none of that matters if she can’t deliver.

“But who was your prince again?” she asks in a dazed voice. “I’m sorry, I forgot.”

Mizhir’s black eyes gleam.

“That’s because we never told you,” he rumbles low in his chest. “Our boss appreciates his privacy, so we won’t be revealing his identity until you move to the next level. But for now, don’t think about any of that. Just let yourself relax, enjoy, and we’ll see what happens.”

I nod with approval from the shadows because Mizhir and Rizza know me well. They know I don’t want my name floating out there in public if I can help it, nor do I need gossips and brownnoses trying to lick my ass to curry favor. Instead, as a Prince of Lysenia, I prefer to stay low-profile. Especially here, in Chicago, where I’ve been sent to explore my family’s business interests.

Of course, my “official business” is completely above board and none too interesting. Lysenia is a small country in Europe, sandwiched between Greece and Albania. Our population is only ten million, but we’re known for the quality of our food stuffs. Our olives are the best in the world, as is the Lysenian pear, a round, yellow-green orb sweeter than honey. The Lysenian pear is highly prized and can be eaten on its own or mixed with various ingredients to enhance aroma and flavor. Even more, the Lysenian pear is prized as an aphrodisiac, and its extract is said to bewitch the opposite sex.

As a result, I’m my family’s (and my country’s) emissary to America. I’m here to explore potential business opportunities concerning the Lysenian pear, and things are going great. At least I thought they were, until fucking ConAgra tried to play me for a fool. I stormed out of their offices fuming with rage earlier this week, briefcase in hand.

“Don’t sweat it boss,” Mizhir growled. “They’re idiots. They have no idea what they’re missing out on.”

“Yeah,” Rizza chimed in, his shoulders set. “And they’re fucking douchebags too. Complete fuckwads doing a circle jerk.”

I snarled while getting into the black town car and then we raced away from the curb and into the traffic of downtown Chicago. But still, I’m angry and only a hard fucking tonight is going to assuage the rage in my soul.

Fortunately, Mizhir and Rizza are on the same wavelength, and as a result, we’re in Club Z now, using one of their private rooms. I don’t remember how I discovered this place exactly. I’m sure I had my body men do research, and after a thorough vetting process, we did a visit. It’s fine. It’s lush, luxurious, and provides the most beautiful women in the world. What’s even more important is the discretion. Everyone seems to understand what’s expected of them, and as a result, I’m able to relax somewhat. I don’t have to constantly be on edge, worried that someone’s filming me, or speaking with a reporter behind my back.

But at the moment, the four of us are alone in a room. Of course, the beautiful blonde doesn’t even realize that I’m here because I’m hidden in the shadows, watching as my body men tie her up. Not that she cares, seeing that Mizhir and Rizza are good looking guys with bronzed, muscular bodies and faces chiseled from granite. Even more, when they bare their cocks, the blonde inhales with pleasure as her eyes widen.

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Dear Mr. Burns:

You were kind to me when there was no one else.
You were there for me after the divorce.
You were there for me after my mom left.
You were there for me all throughout my teen years, when I was downright impossible to be around.
I’m grateful for everything you’ve done, including putting a roof over my head, food on the table, and of course, suffering through years of my annoying teenage angst.
But now, I’m all grown up and it’s time for me to show my appreciation.
I may be going to college … but not without one last encounter before we say goodbye.

Love,
Mari

This a romantic tale about the man of the house and the brat living under his roof. Never underestimate Mari Cook because she may be half-girl / half-woman, but she won’t leave without acknowledging the man who’s been a strong father figure all her life. This book is a follow-up to Satisfying the Biker Gang, and as always, there are sensitive scenes inside which make this tale inappropriate for certain readers. HEA guaranteed.

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CHAPTER 1

Mari

“Hey Benji,” I greet, opening our front door. My boyfriend steps into the house, his wiry frame clad in a hoodie and baggy jeans.

“Hey Mari,” he says with a smile while brushing away at his floppy brown bangs. “You look good.”

“Thanks,” I say with a shrug while fluffing out my chestnut curls. “I just washed my hair, so you’re in luck. You’re about to get a dose of jasmine shampoo that will bowl you over.”

But instead of burying his nose in my locks, Benji gets a worried look on his face.

“No doubt, but um, before we do that, can we talk?”

I shrug.

“Sure, of course. Take a seat,” I invite, gesturing to the huge sofa in the living room.

Benji shakes his head, his eyes darting left and right.

“Actually, is your stepdad home?”

I nod.

“I think so. Why?”

The young man clears his throat uncomfortably.

“Well, I just think what I have to say is best done in private. Not that I think Harris would be eavesdropping, but this is his house. He could appear at any moment, so can we go to your bedroom instead?”

I nod.

“Sure, no prob, Benji. You seem jumpy though.”

The teen boy doesn’t answer. Instead, he makes a beeline up the stairs, and down the hall before stopping in front my bedroom. My stepdad’s door down the hall is closed tight, and to be honest, I have no idea where Harris is.

It’s an odd story because actually, he and my mom divorced four or five years ago. Jeanette left him for some guy who lives in the next town over, but the high school in their area isn’t as good as the one here. As a result, I remained here with Harris in order to stay in the Oakdale school district.

I feel like most men would say no to this arrangement. They would tell their ex-wife to take her daughter and scram, but Harris isn’t like that. He’s brooding and domineering, to be sure, but there’s a gentle side to him too. Back then, I was only thirteen or so, and he must have seen how destabilized I was by the divorce. As a result, I stayed put in my room upstairs, and visited my mom on weekends.

But over time, those visits grew infrequent because of … well, life. I had band practice after school, as well as chess club, the soccer team, and of course, hanging out with my friends. Now, I barely talk to Jeanette at all. Harris is the man in my life, for better or worse, except that I hardly see him these days. Sure, we glimpse each other in passing, but for my whole senior year, he was basically MIA. The man of the house is always at the office, or when he’s not working, he’s in his study or at the gym, working up a sweat.

His efforts have paid off too because Harris is absolutely gorgeous. I’m not sure why my mom left him, but it definitely wasn’t because of lack of sex appeal. My stepdad is built like an Olympic athlete with broad shoulders, a developed chest, and thick, powerful thighs. I’ve seen him shirtless after his workouts, and wow … what I wouldn’t give to run my tongue along those sexy washboard abs. But these thoughts are wrong, I know. He’s the man of the house, and I shouldn’t be such a naughty brat by fantasizing about my stepfather.

Still, I don’t understand why my mom left Harris because he’s filthy rich on top of being godawful handsome. He has his own company called Burns Fabrication which manufactures and sells auto parts. All the biggest car brands buy from him, so his customers are companies like Ford, Toyota, and Volkswagen. Yet we haven’t moved from this two-story house because Harris is modest that way. Even though my stepfather could afford a lot more, he feels no need to show off even if he could basically buy and sell this town all on his own.

But right now, Benji has something to tell me, so I push the thoughts of my stepdad out of my head. We enter my bedroom and Benji shuts the door firmly after we’re both inside. My room’s actually a little embarrassing because it’s the cozy nest of a little girl. The walls are a pale peach color that I picked out when I was in junior high, and my narrow twin bed is covered in a quilt that I made during my days in 4-H. Not only that, but I used to have an obsession with sheep, particularly cute little baby lambs with lots of woolly fur. As a result, there are lamb stuffed animals scattered all over the place, including on my chest of drawers, on my desk, and of course, on my bed too.

But Benji doesn’t comment on the lamb explosion because he’s used to it. We’ve been dating about a year now, and it’s been great. He’s always been endearing in an awkward teen way, and I daresay that we’re happy enough together. Maybe we’re not Romeo and Juliet, the ultimate star-crossed lovers, but at least we’re alive, right? Surely, that’s better than the grisly demise that Shakespeare crafted for the most famous couple of all time.

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Five huge, handsome bikers for me to please? Yes indeed! Every woman knows about the Cannon Biker Gang. There are five drop-dead gorgeous brothers in residence, all with broad shoulders, wide chests, and *massive* machines to ride. Girls have to go through an “initiation process” to join … but I know I can do it if I try. The nubile woman has no idea what she’s in for. Xenia thinks that being willing and eager should be enough, but the curvy girl is dead wrong. With five demanding a$$holes to please, she’ll be exposed to depravity that will make her scream … and that’s only the tryouts! Sons of Anarchy? Yes ma’am, but with an added factor of five for utter insanity and debauchery! After all, John, Arthur, Sam, Joe, and Nicky aren’t doing this for laughs. They’re intent on finding a woman who can handle them all, no questions asked. The only issue is Xenia up for the task, or will she wilt before the enormous challenges before her? Read and find out! This book is a follow-up to both Two for the Win AND Three on One. Yes, more men = more debauchery, and that’s why you’ll be begging for more by the time this story is over! this tale contains questionable scenes and is not appropriate for sensitive readers.

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CHAPTER 1

Xenia

“Hey girl,” I greet my friend Rae while strolling into Café Reggio. “How are you? Are you psyched about summer?”

Rae giggles as we stand in line, waiting to order our frothy drinks. In my opinion, the frothier the better, and hopefully there’s a lot of whipped cream, sprinkles, and syrup too. I like my coffee to be sugary because life is brutal enough as is. Why not get a dose of sweetness wherever you can? In my opinion, it’s totally worth it even if it does contribute to my bodacious figure.

But Rae merely giggles while shimmying her hips.

“I am so psyched for summer,” she crows. “I’m incredibly happy that today was our last day of the semester because I love those kids, but they can drive you frickin’ crazy! Tell me, Xen: why did we become Pre-K teachers again?”

I grin.

“Because we love kids, we love being educators, and because we’re more than just glorified day care workers!”

After all, most of our charges are four years old, and while the kids are technically old enough for some academic instruction, sometimes it doesn’t feel like it. Instead, sometimes I feel like I’m still cleaning dirty bottoms and wiping crusty mouths while hand-feeding the kids who haven’t quite learned to eat on their own yet. As you can see, the line between “day care” and actual “school” is razor thin, and as Pre-K teachers, we traverse both sides of the divide.

I don’t mind though. I became an educator because I love kids, and that drive and determination hasn’t dissipated, even if I do feel frustrated sometimes. But the children are wonderful and the administrators at our workplace, Apple Tots, aren’t so terrible either. Covid was a difficult stretch for all day care centers because we had to shut our doors, but it was a once-in-a-lifetime experience. At least, that’s what I hope.

But like Rae, I’m relieved that the semester’s over. We had the option to work during the summer months, but both of us have chosen to take time off because we’re exhausted. Trust me, four-year-olds can wear you out, and when there’s a passel of them, the exhaustion hits hard and often. As a result, we’re both going to have relaxing, carefree summers … or at least that’s what I’m telling people.

“So what are you doing these coming months?” I ask my friend as we sit at a small table. Sure enough, Rae’s drink is a huge orange monstrosity complete with double whip and a cherry on top. Mine is a dark chocolate color, also topped with whipped cream, but my cream has gooey caramel sauce drizzled on it, as well as dustings of what look like cinnamon. Yum.

Rae takes a small sip of her drink, getting whip onto her nose, and then wipes it off with a giggle.

“I think I’m just going to chill and relax,” she sighs with contentment. “You know that Hunter, Trig and I are in love, and I think it’ll be great to spend time with them to just focus on our relationship.”

I stop her for a moment.

“Hey, remember,” I say with a mock frown. “Trig is my brother so I don’t want to hear about your sexcapades, even if they’re really raunchy. It’s too gross from my point of view.”

Rae bats her lashes at me.

“Are you sure? Because your brother is sooo huge and he gives it to me sooo good every night,” she says in a sing-song tone. “If it’s super triple X-rated, I think you can look past the fact that Trig’s your brother just for the educational aspect.”

“No, I can’t!” I say with a mock grimace. “Gross! It’s too much! Eeeew, I’m going to puke already. This is my sibling you’re talking about.”

My friend merely giggles, throwing back her brown curls.

“Okay, okay, fine. Well anyways, things are going really super with the three of us, and I just want to sit back and enjoy things for a while, you know? Like to appreciate life and all that. Besides, your brother is moving in with me and Hunter, so that’s a new thing to adjust to.”

I shoot her a meaningful look.

“Yes, but it’s not going to be that different, right? I mean, Trig’s over at your place almost all the time already.”

“He is,” Rae acknowledges with a happy smile. “But it’ll be nice to have him over even more. Besides, Hunter’s excited too, so there’s going to be some serious debauchery going on.”

I giggle because Rae’s threesome is dirtier than most. She started out dating my brother, Trig, but then hooked up on the side with her stepdad, Hunter. Total catastrophe, right? But no, in the most surprising development, the three of them linked up as a trio, and not only that, but Hunter and Trig are bisexual and have the hots for each other! So yeah, I can only imagine what their threesomes are like because I know my brother, and he likes things uber-filthy and nasty. If there’s another man and a woman in the bedroom, then the fucking must surely be high-octane.

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I adore my boyfriend. Trig’s athletic with broad shoulders, a wide chest, and six pack abs that could cut glass. Even better, he’s open-minded and indulges me in all my dirty fantasies. But as a red-blooded alpha male, is Trig open to taking the next step? After all, I’m a naughty girl with particular desires … including a huge crush on an older man who’s utterly forbidden. Rae’s a sweet, yet innocent little thing. She thinks she knows what she’s doing, but the brat doesn’t realize that there are many layers to her boyfriend. I’ve seen the way Trig’s blue eyes gleam when I step into the room, and how that muscular body hardens. As a result, there’s only one way for the tension to play out, but first things first. Trig and I need to convince the curvy girl that one man may be nice … but two for the win is even better. Holy smokes! Are we really delving into MMF romance? Yes indeed! Not only are Hunter and Trig gorgeous alpha males, but they’ve got a taste for the forbidden, and that means that Rae’s in wayyyy over her head. But there’s something extra-filthy about men who indulge right? Inhale, take a deep breath, and then hold it because you’re going to need A LOT of oxygen to get through this naughty story! This book is a follow-up to Three On One (Carrie’s Story) AND Punished By My Mom’s Boyfriend (Peyton’s story), but as always, all of my books are standalones and do not need to be read in order. put this down right now if you’re faint of heart because the forbidden scenes are off the reservation.

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CHAPTER 1

Raelynn

My boyfriend enters me from behind, making me moan.

“That’s it,” Trig growls, his hands firm on my hips as he pushes forward. “Relax, baby. I’m big but you’ve taken me hundreds of times before.”

His words are true because Trig and I have been dating a couple months now. We met at a party at his place when his older sister, Xenia, invited me to their shindig. Xenia and I are co-workers at Apple Tots, and I was happy to get the invitation because I actually really like her. With some co-workers, the relationship never goes beyond idle chitchat on shift. But Xenia and I have become real friends, in addition to co-workers, and I was excited about the invite.

Even better, the party is where I met Trig. He and Xenia share an apartment, and so of course, her party was also his party. Trig and I hit it off immediately because let’s face it, he’s hot. The man’s got dark, almost black hair, bright blue eyes, and a smirk on his face that can be alternately charming and arrogant. It makes me want to smack him sometimes, but then he gives me his dick and soon I forget my threats of violence.

After all, Trig is endowed endowed. He’s at least nine inches, and it feels so good whenever he’s inside. His pole is meaty and girthy at once, and the first time I took him, I cried out so loud that he handed me a pillow.

“Shh, baby girl,” he chuckled hoarsely from behind, his massive torso bare as his hips churned with powerful, penetrative force. “Other people are going to hear, so bury your face in the cushion. Try not to make a sound.”

I wasn’t offended because my body was shaking with need, and by then, I was past the point of caring. After all, I didn’t make Trig wait to take me. Instead, my boyfriend and I had sex in his bedroom the very first day we met, with other partygoers milling about outside. I wanted him so bad that it was totally worth it, and I don’t regret slithering out of my clothes in his room before mounting that enormous shaft and bucking like a cowgirl gone wild. I didn’t care if Xenia could hear, or if anyone else could hear, for that matter. Trig was so handsome and compelling that I was desperate to feel his cock inside. It’s shocking behavior, I know, but that’s the kind of girl I am.

After all, we don’t have that much going on in tiny Oakdale, Illinois. It’s a small suburb of Chicago, but still light years away from the big city in style and feel. Whereas Chicago has massive skyscrapers and busy city streets, Oakdale is made of tracts of suburban homes with really only one main drag. Whereas Chicago has all sorts of divey, eclectic ethnic restaurants, Oakdale has the Classic Diner and Yana’s Taqueria. We don’t even have a McDonald’s because we’re so small! As a result, I need to get my jollies off another way … and my addiction is men.

It's true. I want to say that I’m a pure, virginal woman who would make a good mother and wife, but the fact is that I’m a naughty girl brimming with filthy desires. I have no idea where this deep craving comes from because what could have caused it? Yes, I’m from a divorced family, but lots of kids have divorced parents and turn out totally normal. Yet there’s something wrong with me. I crave cock, and I can’t think or function if I’m not getting it as often as I need.

Fortunately, Trig’s a good sport, and not only that, but he’s a horny asshole too. We meet a couple times a week for romps in the sack that last three to four hours at a minimum, complete with multiple orgasms and lots of seed spilled everywhere. More often than not, I reappear from his bedroom with my hair askew and clothes rumpled, only to have Xenia throw me a knowing look.

“Are you okay?” my buddy often asks with an amused tone. “I swear, I heard so much screeching and screaming that I was getting worried about you, Rae. Seriously, I was wondering if I should call the cops.”

But I’m not even embarrassed. Most times, I just push my curls out of my face and smile beatifically.

“Oh yeah, I’m good, thanks for asking,” I say. “Now, is there any of that cereal left? Because Lucky Charms are my favorite.”

As a result, life is good. I work at Apple Tots during the day as a Pre-K teacher, and then I take off around three p.m. or so to run errands or browse the local bookstore. Most nights though, I meet up with Trig for dinner, and then we repair to his bedroom for some heavy fucking where I’m taken in all of my holes, just the way I like it. Most mornings, I wake up in his bed sore and achy, with his seed caked on the corner of my mouth or the inside of my thighs, and I love it.

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