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“When beholding the tranquil beauty and brilliancy of the ocean’s skin, one forgets the tiger heart that pants beneath it; and would not willingly remember that this velvet paw but conceals a remorseless fang. ”
― Herman Melville

“Like all the men of Babylon, I have been proconsul; like all, I have been a slave. I have known omnipotence, ignominy, imprisonment.”
― Jorge Luis Borges

“I leaned back in my chair, attempting to engage in some light conversation to put Irene at ease. “Your new rooms look quite cosy. Are you happy to be here with us now?” Irene nodded, her eyes tinged with gratitude. “Yes. I appreciate all that you and Sue have done for me. It’s a significant change, but I know it’s for the best.” With each word after that, I carefully steered the conversation towards the topic I had on my mind. I couldn’t afford to make Irene feel uneasy but had to drop hints about my curiosity. “I know your old house held so many memories, it must be difficult. While I was there, it got me thinking about the past. There were old photos and diaries in those boxes, for example.” Irene set her teacup down, her eyes distant as if lost in her memories. She began to share her insights on Sue’s youth and the challenges they faced during that time. “Susan was quite different back when she was young, Phil. She had a rebellious spirit and a thirst for life. It caused some conflicts between us. You know that.”
― Paul Garland, I Found A Box Of Photos Of My Wife... And Her Ex: Book One: A Hotpast Story

“Lila felt it—all of it. The way his thighs flexed beneath her, the way his muscles tensed like a drawn bow, the way his cock swelled deep in her tight little cunt, thick and pulsing and impossibly big as it claimed her from the inside out. Then came the heat. The first surge of his cum hit her walls like a shock, making her gasp, her nails clawing at his chest as her body recognized what was happening, who was filling her up. It was so much, so thick, and it just kept coming—hot, filthy, copious, flooding her insides in endless, possessive ropes, burning her from within.”
― Molly Pike, Inheritance Island Episode 4

“On-screen, Lila slumped forward, wrecked, still trembling, Greg’s hands smoothing over her damp, overheated skin. His cock was still inside her, still warm, still leaking, his seed pooling deep in her perfectly used little cunt. Sophie barely registered the wine glass slipping from her grip, tilting sideways onto the bed, crimson liquid seeping into the sheets like spilled sin. She exhaled slowly. She fucking loved this game.”
― Molly Pike, Inheritance Island Episode 4

“I didn’t think it could get any more intense, but when Mrs. Harper told me to lie back on the bed, my heart nearly jumped out of my chest. My body, traitor that it was, followed her command automatically. No hesitation, no second-guessing. Just submission. That was the rule, right? You don’t question the guests. Especially not her. Her fingers, delicate but sure, slid over my skin as she pulled my arms up, guiding my wrists to the bedpost.”
― Molly Pike, Knots

“the point of holding back, my body arching under her control, begging for more of her touch, more of anything she’d give me. “Please,” I gasped. “Please ... I need it.” She smiled, and I could see the satisfaction in her eyes as she pulled back slightly, her fingers still teasing, keeping me right on that maddening edge. “Well, then, let’s see.” She moved lower, her mouth replacing her hand, and I cried out as soon as her tongue slid”
― Molly Pike, Knots

“I could see the way her body responded, the way her thighs clenched as she touched herself, her own pleasure building as she performed for both of us. The shame was gone now—replaced by the same need that had taken over me. She was lost in it, just like I was.”
― Molly Pike, Knots

“As if summoned by her thoughts, Randall Hawthorne barged through the door, his expensive suit barely containing his considerable girth. Jessica couldn't help but stare at his stout figure next to her friend’s lithe, sexy body. They said money couldn’t buy happiness, but they obviously hadn’t met Randall and Penelope Hawthorne. "Randall, darling, don't be such a grouch," Penelope cooed, planting a soft kiss on his cheek, causing the man’s heavy jowls to blush.”
― Manus Dare, Revenge of the Geek: The Complete Harem Series