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Dancing_Doll

Hard Candy

A graphic rough sex encounter, intimately shared, in explicit detail.

Pink bubblegum rolls on my tongue as I walk along the black asphalt that’s still steaming from the warm August rain. I can feel it wet along the edges of my toes as they push forward in my white stiletto sandals, the leather damp and just beginning to stretch. The moisture is everywhere and the humidity is high. It’s under my skin. The back of my neck is hot under the weight of my long...Read On

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Dancing_Doll

The Blue Room

Megan and Shane's relationship takes an intense turn on the dance floor...

“I thought we’d shake things up a little.” Megan watched her boyfriend produce the unassuming white letter-length envelope and lay it on the black laminate bar, nudging it her way. She watched his face for a telltale sign but his only response was to grin back at her and wink. “What is this?” she asked coyly, a slow smile spreading across her face. It had been five years to the date...Read On

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Dancing_Doll

Fade to Black

A male erotica author develops an online stalker with twisted intentions...

Aidan Black stared at the online text that flashed up onto the screen. ‘I luv ur stories!’ He yawned, and took another sip of his Jack Daniels. He quickly typed a reply and then leaned back in his chair. ‘What do you like about them?’ He smiled at the long pause. All these fans are the same, he thought to himself. Innocent young girls that dream of being treated like dirty sluts...Read On

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Dancing_Doll

The Cabo Connection

What happens in Cabo, stays in Cabo… doesn’t it?

Damon: I’ll bet you’ll get up to some trouble in Cabo. I smirked at the text that flashed up on our chat-log from the computer screen. He was always teasing me. Ashleigh: No trouble. At least not the good kind of trouble. I’m going with my boyfriend don’t forget. There was a pause, and while I anticipated his next words, I took a sip of the vodka soda I was prone to drinking...Read On

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Dancing_Doll

Stroking Midnight

Erica seeks revenge on her cheating boyfriend, starting at the stroke of midnight on New Year's Eve.

I took a long sip of my dirty martini and leaned into the bar, staring resentfully down towards the end of it. My boyfriend of three years, Ryan, was still engaged in conversation, feeding his ego with clever banter. I noticed the familiar animated expressions, grand gestures, and overly enthused laughter that captivated the small crowd of people he was talking to. I sighed heavily, and...Read On

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Dancing_Doll

The Blindfold Game

Jenna gets more than she bargained for when she asks her boyfriend to spice up their sex life...

“Have you ever had any… kinky fantasies?” I asked my boyfriend one day. We were lying in bed together one Sunday morning, still breathing hard from our last orgasms. The rain was coming down outside, and it was a perfect day to spend wrestling in the sheets, and enjoying the inherent laziness of the day. Marc, my boyfriend of the past three years, rose up on one elbow. “Well, that...Read On

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Dancing_Doll

The Sex Rehab Diaries: Kylie's Confession

Kylie’s slutty behaviour at her fiancé’s bachelor party lands her in Sex Rehab...

“I’m Kylie, and I’m a sex addict.” I tried not to cry. It would have made things exponentially more embarrassing than just standing in front of the room telling a group of strangers that I was basically a sexual deviant. I bit down on my lower lip instead, producing just enough sharp discomfort to keep the girly tears back. I couldn’t believe I had really committed to this. Of course, I...Read On

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Dancing_Doll

The Sex Rehab Diaries: Brooklyn's Confession

Offering anal sessions to married men in the backroom of her sex shop lands Brooklyn in Sex Rehab...

“I’m Brooklyn, and… whatever… I guess I’m a sex addict.” I glared at the group of pathetic faces in the circle surrounding me. This is so fucking lame. Why did I sign up for this? It was bad enough that I’d had to endure public humiliation when the scandal broke, but being away from the city in this touchy feely rehab centre set my nerves more on edge than they did to soothe them, which...Read On

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Dancing_Doll

The Sex Rehab Diaries: Stacey's Confession

Stacey pushes a cuckold fantasy into reality and it quickly spirals out of control...

“I’m Stacey, and I’m a sex addict.” I knew I wasn’t the only person in the room that was in denial over that statement even as it left my mouth. ‘Admit that you need help and recovery will come quicker and last longer’. I had to hold back my initial laughter as I’d read the mission statement that had been emblazoned on the front of our orientation binders at The Belleview Retreat for...Read On

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Dancing_Doll

The Sex Rehab Diaries: Rachel's Confession

Rachel becomes a sex slave at an elite party where she must submit to the demands of a kinky couple.

“Hi, I’m Rachel, and yeah… I guess you can call me a sex addict,” I giggled as I looked at the expectant faces surrounding me. I thought about that statement for a minute. Of course, I’d never called myself a sex addict out loud, but the idea of it sounded almost kind of sexy. Of course I knew I was supposed to be all serious standing there in the classroom at The Belleview Retreat for...Read On

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Dancing_Doll

The Escort and the Dirty Substitute

One night as an escort leads Alison into a spiral of sexual depravity that awakens the whore within.

My heart was pounding in a symphonic surge as I lingered in front of the hotel room door. I checked and rechecked the metal plate bolted to the rich, dark oak. Number 2412. Yes, this was definitely the right room. The hallway corridor was empty. The dimly lit sconces glowed invitingly along the richly textured walls. They had led the way from the elevator of the lushly swank boutique hotel,...Read On

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Dancing_Doll

The Escort and the Dirty Conscience

Alison's dark desires continue in this follow-up to The Escort and The Dirty Substitute...

I can still remember the empty echo of my stiletto heels, clicking against the marble floors as I rushed out of the Hazelton Hotel. I felt filthy. I didn’t dare look at the impeccably groomed doorman as he nodded to me while I hurried past him. “Have a good evening Miss,” he said in his well-mannered way. He was oblivious to the debased scene I had just left in Room 2412 as I had...Read On

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Dancing_Doll

The Full Moon Party

How I became my brother's lover while on vacation in Thailand...

Please be prepared for a story…not a quickie. For those less patient, just scroll down… The year that I turned 18, I felt like I had the world on a string. I had finished high school as my class valedictorian, I had just been accepted into a prestigious dance academy, and I was ready to indulge (hedonistically) in all the world had to offer. The cliché concept of “finding myself”...Read On

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