THE MAJOR CLEAN UP

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• Fantasies of a Sexual Addict   THE OPPOSITE TWIN

  The next day, Damien woke up to a knock on his door. He looked at the clock on his table and groaned. 5:30 am. Seriously? These people know nothing about respecting people's times. Jesus fuck. He knew that it wasn't Lie since she wakes up at about 6:30 almost every single day so it was Michael. Most probably. He will knock Michael down if it was him. He didn't even bother wearing a shirt over his boxers. He just blindly walked towards the door and yanked it open, ready to yell at Michael. But it wasn't Michael. Nor was it Lie. He knew even when this woman looked exactly like Lie. This woman had Lie's chocolate brown eyes, her dark, wavy locks, and even the shape of her lips but this was not Lie at all. Plus the clothes were a clue too. Lie would never have worn such a skimpy and short dress, would she? The white dress embraced those curves that no one would have seen in Lie. Her breasts pushed against the f

• Fantasies of a Sexual Addict   THE MAJOR CLEAN UP

  It was Sunday and everyone in the mansion was woken up by the loud music of Metallica through all the speakers of the house. People groaned and mumbled. Some cursed and yelled. Damien groaned and prepared to kill whoever it was that played it. He yanked the door of his room open only to be welcomed by the beauty of Lie. "Good morning!" she greeted him as she walked past him like a fairy in the middle of a meadow. Her chocolate brown eyes were behind Harry Potter glasses and her hair was neatly pulled up into a ponytail. As always, she was wearing shorts and a sleeveless shirt paired with old, black running shoes. "See you at the dining room!" she yelled through the blaring of Metallica. Every single tenant arrived at the dining are at different levels of stress and annoyance. Each of them ready to kill anyone in plain sight. Well, everyone except Michael and Lie. The music had been turned off and Michael had instructed the tena

• Fantasies of a Sexual Addict   SHE WASHES HER UNDERWEAR WITH HER HANDS

  It's been a couple of days since Damien moved into the mansion, along with four other tenants. The mansion has become a mixed dwelling for both male and female; college students or professors or any other professions. Lie wasn't bothered since the house was big enough for them not to see each other much. It's been a few days. She had expected that she'd see Damien at least once since he had arrived but she was disappointed. With a sigh, she put her detergents and fabric conditioners into her hampers and brought them to the basement where the washroom can be found. As always, she wore one of the comfy shirts and shorts she usually wore at home. Her feet were bare against the floor, letting her feel the softness of the carpet and the coolness of the wood floors. She knew nothing about houses or antiques, or she knew barely enough to be considered knowledgeable about them. &n

• Fantasies of a Sexual Addict   PROLOGUE

  Her pants and moans filled the room as her body arched up in pleasure. Her fingers wrapped around that curly hair beneath them and pulled closer to her center. "Fuck, Damien!" She gasped as that talented tongue slipped between the folds of her womanhood and into her body. She shivered and tugged at the hair even more, making him groan and push his finger inside her, too. "Nnnnn~~" Damien pulled his face from between Lie's thighs and smirked at her, enjoying the sight of having her usually controlled façade fall into that of a woman in pure heat. Her cheeks were a bit pinkish now that she was drowning in pleasure, in comparison to her usual pale complexion. Her wavy, black hair was an explosion around her face. Gorgeous, he thought and pushed another finger inside her tight hole, making her eyes glaze over as her body shivered and exploded with pleasure. As her body shook from the afterglow of her climax, he opened her thighs wi