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When wine night turns into something much more, Tabby finds herself tangled in the sweetest kind of confession. Lena has been holding back for far too long. One drink too many, one lingering look too long, and the truth slips free — she's been watching, wanting, needing Tabby in ways a best friend shouldn’t. But Tabby isn’t shocked. She’s intrigued.

Blowjob 101: How to Make Him Lose Control is a complete guide for women who want to transform a simple act into an unforgettable experience. Packed with practical techniques, dirty talk scripts, and sample drills, this audiobook gives you everything you need to become the partner he will never forget.

The triad is perfect. Tabby, Nate, and Lena have built a world of exquisite balance, a closed system of desire, trust, and love. But even the most perfect system can be a cage. Lena, ever the catalyst, meets Elara, a brilliant, fiercely independent sculptor who is everything Lena is, but with a harder, more cynical edge. Elara is openly polyamorous and sees their triad not as a perfect whole, but as a closed system destined to stagnate. She doesn't want to join them; she wants to understand them, challenging Lena to a simple dinner.

One patrol car. Two men. Zero chance of behaving. Tabby thought it would just be a friendly ride-along with Nate and his old friend from the force. But when Detective Cole locks her in the backseat, cuffs her wrists, and starts his “interrogation,” she realizes she’s in for a lot more than a tour. With Nate watching from the front seat, Tabby’s taken, teased, and pushed to her limit — soaked in sirens, sweat, and submission.

Tabby wants control she can feel—collar on, hand at her throat for hold only, stillness that makes her shake and stay. Lena wants to anchor her through the climb, palm to wrist, voice in her ear, and then take her own turn under a slow count that does not break. The crew knows the rules. Stop means stop. Water means pause. Green means go. Yellow means ease. Red means out. They follow every word.

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 only came in for a few screws… but what she left with was so much harder. When a quick stop at the hardware store turns into a slow, heated encounter in the backroom, she finds herself tangled up with a rugged, blue-collar worker who knows exactly how to handle her. The tension is thick, the shelves are sturdy, and Tabby’s not leaving until she’s thoroughly satisfied. This one’s all about rough hands, hot sweat, and no time to waste.

Tabby loves her job at the library — the quiet, the books, the solitude. But when the doors lock for the night, the silence becomes electric… and she becomes something far more dangerous than a mild-mannered librarian. One regular patron has been watching her. The way her skirt hugs her hips. The sway of her heels between the stacks. Tonight, he lingers too long — and Tabby gives him exactly what he didn’t know he was craving. In the dusty back rooms and shadowy corners of the library, Tabby takes control… then loses it.

The beach was supposed to be freedom. Just sun, sand, and skin. But when Tabby, Nate, and Lena stepped onto the dunes, the eyes followed. The stares grew bolder. The crowd circled closer. What began as sunscreen and stolen touches turned into something raw, merciless, and unforgettable. A circle of strangers swallowed them whole, hands and mouths claiming every inch, until the three of them were broken open in the sand. Tabby’s body wrecked. Lena glowing and ruined. Nate owning every second of it.

She thought the worst was over. But when Tabby vanishes from her small-town life and wakes up in a gothic manor dripping with secrets, blood, and shadows that whisper her name, she realizes the truth: She’s not lost. She’s being claimed. As the vampires who haunt the manor circle her, obsessed with her scent, her power, her potential—one man watches from the shadows. Her Master. And he’s not the only one.

Have you ever wondered what it would feel like to take the lead in the bedroom—just once, without pressure or complicated rules? Domme for a Night is your beginner’s guide to stepping into control with confidence, clarity, and seduction. This book is designed for curious women and adventurous couples who want to explore female-led fun in a way that feels approachable and exciting. No whips-and-chains starter kit required—just your voice, your presence, and a willingness to play.

Every woman’s body is a landscape of secrets waiting to be discovered. Pleasure Mapping: Finding Her Secret Spots is your guide to exploring her in ways that go beyond the ordinary, creating intimacy that is unforgettable, powerful, and deeply satisfying. This guide takes you step by step through the art of mapping her pleasure zones, combining anatomy, psychology, and sensual technique with practical examples and erotic sample scenarios. You’ll learn how to read her signals, build anticipation, blend variety with consistency, and create experiences that leave her trembling in your arms.

In Dirty Talk That Actually Works, you’ll learn how to turn simple words into powerful tools of seduction. This guide breaks down the barriers of awkwardness, showing you how to build confidence, find the right phrases, and use your voice to heighten arousal. From playful teases to raw confessions, every chapter is filled with practical techniques, real-world examples, and strategies that make dirty talk feel natural, exciting, and unforgettable.

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.

Taking control in the bedroom doesn’t have to be awkward, harsh, or intimidating. Done right, it’s thrilling, sexy, and deeply intimate. How to Take Control Without Killing the Mood is your step-by-step quickie guide to mastering dominance while keeping passion alive.

When Tabby steps into Nate’s private loft studio, she thinks it’s just another boudoir shoot. The soft lights, the rich scent of coffee, the city skyline beyond the glass — it’s all part of the backdrop. But the moment his lens focuses on her, Tabby realizes this session is going to be different. Nate doesn’t just point and click. He arranges. He positions. He touches. What begins as professional direction turns into something deeper, more deliberate — a slow, smoldering pull that strips away more than just her clothes.

Lena has surrendered her body and her heart to Tabby and Nate. She’s been claimed, trained, and broken open by their love. But nothing could prepare her for the intensity of being owned full time. With Tabby as her Mistress and Nate as her commanding guide, Lena must learn how to live, serve, and obey—every hour of every day. From her first night as a live-in submissive to the raw lessons that follow, Lena is pushed past comfort into a deeper, more emotional kind of surrender. One where her pleasure isn’t hers to give… and her place must be earned again and again.

Restraint is more than rope—it’s the art of surrender. How to Tie Her Up Tonight is a step-by-step guide to turning simple knots into unforgettable erotic experiences. Whether you’re brand new to bondage or ready to take your rope play further, this Hot How-To Mini Guide shows you how to tie her safely, tease her mercilessly, and keep her begging for more.

After the last class clears out, Studio 3 becomes Tabby and Lena’s private world. The floor is warm, the mirrors are kind, and the resistance band on the wall is a promise waiting to be kept. What begins as gentle stretching turns into guided control, soft praise, and a slow lesson in staying present. Consent is spoken. Color checks keep them grounded. A blindfold makes the room small and sweet. The bench becomes a stage for breath, heat, and release, followed by water, blankets, and a quiet glow that lingers long after the lights go out.

With teasing grins and an avalanche of tickets, they push past small talk and into the back room, where consent is the currency and heat comes in waves. Every move is deliberate, every breath accounted for. There’s no rush—just the steady, unrelenting pace of two women who know exactly what they want and how to take it. What happens between the locked door and the neon glow isn’t just play—it’s precision, connection, and the kind of pleasure that lingers long after the game is over.