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The laundry was supposed to be quick. A load of towels, maybe a basket of socks. But when Tabby bends over the dryer and catches her husband watching her with that look — the one that says he’s about to make her forget her name — everything changes. What starts as a hot, impulsive hookup in the laundry room turns into an afternoon of slow, filthy rounds, folded towels, and soft moans behind closed doors. She’s sweaty. He’s hard. And neither of them is going anywhere until they’ve tumbled through every cycle.

Tabby’s always fantasized about taking something bigger—something more. And when her husband invites Darius over, she’s about to find out just how deep that craving runs. Darius isn’t just big—he’s massive. Patient. Dominant. And once Tabby gets a taste of him, she can’t stop. Her mouth, her body, her soul—all open, aching, and ready to be stretched like never before. In her husband’s full view, Tabby is worshiped, wrecked, and filled to overflowing. One night. One first time. One cock she’ll never forget.

After seven wild days of giving her body to others, Tabby comes home with one thing left to surrender—herself. In this raw, emotional, and filthy 10,000-word finale, her husband welcomes her back the only way he knows how: slow, deep, and rough enough to make her cry. What begins as a tender reunion becomes an unrelenting, lip-biting, bed-soaking reclaiming of the woman who offered herself to the world… and now belongs only to him. Worship turns to wreckage. Love turns to lust. And Tabby? She’s never been more his.

Tabby thought she and Lena were just having another girls’ night. Wine, cuddles, maybe something a little naughty. But when Lena casually invites her former flame—Savannah—to join them for the evening, everything changes. Savannah is confident. Bold. Dominant. And she’s more than happy to get hands-on. Tabby’s curious. Lena’s watching. And soon, the tension between the three women erupts into a night of intense play, filthy dares, rope, toys, and powerful submission. But what starts as a one-night threesome turns into something deeper.

Tabby is no stranger to putting on a show—but when she lays out naked on a nude beach, her husband filming under an umbrella, two thick strangers decide to give her the attention she craves. Greedy and glowing, Tabby is taken hard in the sand—throat full, pussy stretched, ass pounded, moaning for more.

She wanted to surrender. He wanted to own her. And her husband? He wanted to watch it all. Tabby has always fantasized about giving up control — about kneeling, obeying, and being thoroughly used by a man who takes what he wants. Tonight, that fantasy becomes reality. At a private club, under her husband’s watchful eye, Tabby meets Marcus: calm, commanding, and dangerously in control. What starts with a single word quickly spirals into a night of restraint, spanking, deep submission, and messy pleasure. Bound, gagged, and completely overwhelmed, Tabby is pushed to her limits…

Tabby is back—and this time, she’s on her knees in the middle of the room, surrounded by five hard, throbbing cocks and one camera rolling. Her husband’s filming, the men are ready, and her throat’s about to be put to the ultimate test. With spit dripping, mascara running, and moans echoing through the room, Tabby takes them one by one—then all at once. There's no break, no mercy, and no escape from the filthy thrill of being used by five dominant men who want nothing more than to see how far she’ll go. And Tabby? She’s not just taking it—she’s begging for more.

Tabby has a leaky faucet—and a filthy imagination. When the repairman shows up, toolbox in hand and arms thick enough to break her, she doesn’t waste time pretending. No, she wants something a little bigger fixed. And she’s more than willing to get on her knees for it.

She thought one was a stretch. Now, she’s being used by two. Tabby had her first taste of a thick, dominant man — and it wrecked her. But now she’s back for more… and this time, she’s taking two. With her husband watching and filming, Tabby is stretched to her limit by two massive BBCs who know exactly how to handle a submissive woman aching to be owned. Her mouth, her pussy, her body — all open, all dripping, all theirs.

When Nate takes Tabby and Lena on a midnight errand, the car wash becomes more than just soap, suds, and routine. Behind walls of rushing water and neon lights, their desire boils over—turning the SUV into a playground of moans, touches, and surrender. The roar of the dryers hides their secrets. The shadows of the vacuum bay become their stage. And by the time the night is over, no one will ever see a car wash the same way again.

Tabby has it all — a stunning body, a filthy imagination, and the freedom to explore it all at the most elite swingers resort in the country. Because she doesn’t just run The Resort with her husband… she is the main attraction. For twenty years, she’s lived the fantasy life most only dream about: watched, worshipped, desired by many — but owned by one. Her husband is her anchor. Her stag. The only man who controls her when she’s begging for more.

Tabby thought she knew what it meant to surrender—until the night Nate offered her to the circle. The rules were simple: she wouldn’t be touched unless she begged. And she wouldn’t be allowed to come until she broke. What followed was an unrelenting descent into raw, public submission. Watched by voyeurs. Praised by strangers. Guided by the woman who loved her. Owned by the man who would decide exactly when she shattered.

The Mechanic’s Desk is a raw, unapologetic short erotic story with dirty talk, public heat, and explosive sex. No fluff, no build-up, just a fast ride and a hard finish.

She’s always wanted him — but never thought he’d want her too. Tabby has been crushing on Ryan for years. He’s kind. Strong. The older brother of her best friend. Always just out of reach. Until tonight. What starts as a casual glass of wine turns into the night she’s dreamed of — slow kisses, whispered confessions, and the kind of first time that changes everything. It’s tender, steamy, and unforgettable. This short erotic story is perfect for anyone who loves a little romance with their spice, and a first time that feels like forever.

The roadside bar at mile marker 47 was supposed to be just a place to cool down after a long ride. But the moment Tabby walks in, she sees him — Colt. A man who doesn’t just take up space, he owns it. Steady, watchful, and dangerous in the quiet way that makes your pulse skip. One beer turns into an invitation to his table, and then to the back room where the music fades to a heartbeat through the wall. What starts as a test of boundaries becomes a ride neither of them can walk away from.

When Nate hosts his annual fantasy football draft, Tabby and Lena are supposed to just keep the drinks flowing and the snacks stocked. But as the night wears on and the tension thickens, they do a lot more than serve. Flirting turns to touching. Teasing turns to moaning. And by the time the board’s forgotten, the real draft has begun—one where Tabby and Lena are the top picks, and every man in the room wants a turn.

Do you fantasize about being watched, but fear being caught? The Exhibitionist’s Handbook is your ultimate guide to turning fantasy into reality without the risk. Whether you’re a curious beginner or an experienced thrill-seeker, this book shows you how to transform everyday spaces into erotic stages, all while staying safe, discreet, and in control.

Tabby’s new gig as a librarian was supposed to be peaceful. Quiet. Safe. But when a mysterious, brooding patron lingers long after closing, things heat up between the stacks. Wearing her tightest blouse and dirtiest intentions, Tabby finds herself being read like a book and thoroughly used like one, too. From whispered poetry to public spanking, blindfolded toy play to dripping orgasms on the circulation desk, this story turns every naughty librarian fantasy into a soaking wet reality.

Tabby is a fiery redhead with a wild imagination and a body built to dominate—or surrender. In this raw, unapologetically filthy erotic collection, Tabby explores every inch of her deepest fantasies: power, submission, control, and the ultimate surrender of pleasure.

The back room door sticks. He palms it. It gives. Consent is the first rule. Color checks come easy. Then the heat rises and never lets go. Tabby and Lena ride hard and walk into a bar that knows how to keep pace. The offer is simple. A clean gauntlet. Side by side. Stop means stop. Water means pause. Praise in the ear. Aftercare on the other side. What follows is a raw, step by step spiral of want. Tongue and hands. Knees on old wood. Wall stands that shake the breath loose. Rope that holds without bite. Blindfolds that sharpen every sound. A wand that sings.