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This is erotic literature. Filthy, honest, and occasionally unbearable. It asks for your attention, not your approval. If something arouses or offends you, congratulations—your humanity is intact.No refunds for discomfort.
You chose to read. You chose to stay. If the prose bruises your expectations or scratches at your shame—good. I am not here to reassure you. I am here to write well.No bitchboys harmed—except willingly.
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Everything here is mine. If you want to quote, cite, translate, or adapt—ask. If you steal without permission, I will turn your plagiarism into a better scene than you ever could have written.No safe words.
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If you feel the glitch—if your skin tingles while your rational mind protests—do not adjust your screen. You’ve been seen.