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“I love you, Glen.”

 “We don’t get the fairy tale, Tryst. We get the catastrophic tragedy.”

Without another word, I slam my mouth over Glen’s. Our tongues dance in unison, the taste of Glen’s release still lingers and drives me wild.

“As if you don’t know it, Tryst. It’s always been you, but you give me nothing but scraps. The shit that’s left over after you’ve spent your entire day pissing everyone else the fuck off, then jerking off to her! I never ask for anything… NEVER!”

“You’re my best friend in the world, Tryst.”

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🔸️➕🔸️. . . (F)BR With Twinsie CC . . .🔸️➕🔸️

I hope this one is dark AF.
I'll be the one on the left. Wait... am I tied up? 🤔😆

 And then she spoke the words that would change everything 

 And that was when she saw a word that made no sense at all. She was so sure she had it wrong, she had to read it twice. A third time.
Vampire. 

>>> It'd be blasphemy not to use this gif 😆

Letting out another moan, she tightened her hold on his nape, in his hair, a sense of desperation making her rougher than she should have been—she was holding him to her now, grabbing on to him. But he was going with it.

“Candy thinks I should go out with you.”
“I knew she was a woman of rare intelligence. Unless of course, she came at it like you have no other options. I would still take advantage of that logic, I’d just not admire her as much.”

   “Nope, and before you ask, no, I didn’t put our executive director in a closet. My kidnap fantasies stop at UPS men.”

 She makes me scream and claw at the sheets, begging her not to stop.

-For the Love of Chère by S Ann Cole
17% of book, 100% of reading for now.

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🌒🐺🌒 . . . (F)BR with the Shhluts . . . 🌒🐺🌒

Time to howl at the moon!
I’ll be the one in red jacket on the right.
Join us for #ShhluttyRead Oct 1-31: https://bit.ly/Oct21SR

Going to try stories from authors I've never read before.

She still felt forbidden, spread beneath me on the altar, impaled by my cock.

— O Holy Night by Pam Godwin

I was soaking wet for him. So wet there was no resistance as he impaled my body, achingly slow and deep. He wasn’t a small man, not anywhere, and his girth filled me to capacity.

— O Holy Night by Pam Godwin

She didn’t scowl as she listened to his complaints. Scowling produced wrinkles, and she was too classy for that. Her disapproval manifested in other ways, like in the chilling glare she now aimed at me.

— O Holy Night by Pam Godwin

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♦️🎄♦️ . . . (F)BR With Twinsie CC & Loyda . . . ♦️🎄♦️

Time for a dirty quickie.
I’ll be the blondie in the middle.
Reading O Holy Night by Pam Godwin.

“I promised Freya I’d bring dinner home.”
“I’m her dinner.” I grin.

Screams from a couple girls close enough to have witnessed the gun echo and catch on like a forest fire spreading through the fair ground, shattering the enchantment, contaminating it.

I don’t like her calling him father because it corrupts the illicit thoughts I have of her. I’ll be her fucking daddy if she wants one.

Before I can stop myself, I ask, “Why do you hate me so much?”

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❌🔪❌ . . . (F)BR With Twinsie CC . . . ❌🔪❌

Revenge and potential kinky fuckery. Me likey 😆
I’ll be the tall one on the right.

She would keep her silence.

 They coupled like wild things despite their exhaustion, their hunger for food replaced with hunger for every inch of each other’s flesh.

 A thousand warring impulses leapt to life inside her and left her paralyzed: drop to her knees and cower, or flee, or scream in rage, or ignore the impossible, or take up her chalk and draw a circle. But all she could do was clutch at the wardrobe and whisper, “No, no, no.”

“And what is the purpose of the circle?” she asked. “Many things,” Hunt replied. “Containment, protection, focus.” And Jane was at the center of it.

His kissed her slowly but with such intensity that her knees weakened, and she wrapped her arms around him as if to keep herself upright. His hand slid along her waist, down and around her hip, and nudged her closer to him.

The specimen. Was this what Dr. Nizamiev had wanted to see? She frowned but could not take her eyes away from it, even as she remembered it lying, inert, on the operating table, even as she remembered that Mr. Renton’s lifeless body still lay below her.

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❌🧵❌ . . . (F)BR With Twinsie CC . . . ❌🧵❌

No idea what to expect with this one but hope it's good lol!
I'll be the one in green on the left.