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Do you fantasize about someone you shouldn't? Someone you really, really shouldn't? This woman does, and often lets the fantasy overcome her. It makes no sense; her boyfriend is achingly hot, incredible in bed, and just a goddam good guy. And his brother, the one she dreams of, is his twin. They look almost identical. It makes no sense.

This isn't one of those cheap '70s pornos, I promise. But yes, her car does break down. And yes, it is an urgent situation. Stressed out and over-caffeinated, this feisty customer takes matters into her own hands when she's desperate to get to her conference. Fortunately, her filthy mechanic is oh so ready for servicing and gives her exactly what she needs.

Where does your mind flow during the perfect massage? When the touch is so delicious it's desperate to become taboo? Do you let it? Invite it? Dream it? Make it happen? The answer is YES.

Fliss doesn't know she enjoys pain until she meets Damian, her tattooist. Armed with black latex gloves and a burning tattoo gun, Damian works Miss Fliss into a gasping, writhing, moaning mess on his leather bench. Is he enjoying her pain too? Is he a sadist? Or is he simply a professional? His throaty voice and strong grasp give nothing away. Until....

Part two of this story of a filthy threesome, things heat up even more. The men fulfil her deepest taboo desire and she accommodates them both in every way she can. Bathed in sweat and begging for more, the two muscular men dominate the boundaries of what's "right and wrong" and love every heaving breath of it.

Today, my crimson lips and six-inch stilettos have all the other librarians talking but I don't care. Today I want glam, fire, wild attraction; one silky stocking at a time. I have the will, the desire, and the body. It’s time to bring some sex, some forbidden fantasy to the library.

I nervously study the wicked array of sex toys meticulously arranged on your bed. They gleam in the lamplight - floggers neatly knotted, spreader bars polished, plugs bejewelled and ropes freshly coiled - a cornucopia of bondage, discipline and so much sadism. My knees almost buckle when you open a drawer to display your collection of dildos, lined up like Russian dolls, from smallest to largest.

No one would ever know that behind my spectacles and business-blazer lies a body longing for lust. My dreams of being dominated by an experienced Alpha are wild, explicit, vivid, and uncensored, but in reality, I behave. I have a good job and do all the good things that good girls do. I’ve never dared to take my first filthy foray into the world of submission, BDSM, daddies, masters, slaves and subs.

I’m a self-confessed control freak. You have to be when you own a bar dominated by strong, competitive Alpha males who know no shame. But you, you seem different: masculine and Alpha, undoubtedly, but without the arrogance. I study you unwavering. You don't look like you should be wearing a suit; you look like you should be scaling a mountain somewhere, or rescuing cats. You have the kind of muscularity that comes from hard work, not hard gym.