Home for Christmas, I curiously tried on a lifelike doll suit my friend had given me. To my surprise, my neighbor happened to drop by with Christmas treats and mistook me for a real doll. "Wow, this doll is gorgeous. Is it a Christmas gift from Lena?" Scott's one hand moved nimbly over my body, while the other pried my legs apart...

The day I found out my boyfriend had secretly bought a life-sized silicone doll, I completely lost it. In a fit of anger, I swallowed a so-called "special formula" pill and stretched out on the bed in our rented apartment. The ad had promised it would leave my body limp and lifeless, just like one of those dolls. It wasn't lying. Every muscle went weak. I couldn't even lift a finger. Then my boyfriend's uncle, Brian Walker, came home unexpectedly. He froze when he saw me, swallowed hard, and reached toward me. The first time I spotted the doll was during a video call. I honestly thought I was seeing things. Come on. Back in college, I was the girl everyone noticed. Curves in all the right places, the kind of woman who turned heads everywhere she went. If I snapped my fingers, I'd have guys lining up to shoot their shot. So how could my boyfriend choose a silicone doll over a real, living girlfriend? I called him immediately, furious. Instead of explaining himself, he brushed me off and hung up. That pissed me off even more. I booked a flight for the day after tomorrow. If he wouldn't explain over the phone, I'd confront him face to face. While I was buying the ticket, an ad suddenly popped onto the screen. It claimed there was a new experimental pill that could relax your entire body until it felt almost identical to a silicone doll. According to the ad, it heightened every sensation and was marketed as the ultimate surprise for couples. The second I thought about that stupid doll, I clicked "Buy Now." At the same time, a very reckless idea took shape in my head. When I arrived at my boyfriend James Hall's apartment, I didn't tell him I was coming. Instead, I used the passcode he'd given me and let myself in. The moment I walked into his bedroom, there it was. The doll lay right in the middle of his bed. An image immediately flashed through my mind. James wrapped around it, treating it like it was me. The thought alone made my blood boil. Without another thought, I shoved the doll into the closet. Then I swallowed the pill and climbed onto the bed myself. Before it kicked in, I texted James. Sherry: [Come home early. I've got a surprise for you.] The medicine worked frighteningly fast. My whole body grew unbelievably sensitive. Even the slightest breeze brushing against my skin made me shiver. Heat spread through me until I couldn't stay still. I tried to help myself. The instant my fingertips barely grazed my skin, pleasure shot straight to my head and my legs started trembling. Not long after, I couldn't even raise my arms anymore. The strange tingling only became more intense. 'James... Where the hell are you?' Just as I silently complained... the front door slammed open. A man's unfamiliar voice drifted through the apartment. "James? You home? What do you want for dinner tonight?" My heart nearly stopped. Only then did I remember James wasn't living alone. He shared the apartment with his uncle, Brian. I held my breath. But it was already too late. The bedroom door opened. "Huh? James isn't here. Wait... So this is the custom doll he's always been obsessed with?" As the footsteps drew closer, I squeezed my eyes shut and stayed perfectly still. Brian had always known James owned a custom-made doll. This was just the first time he'd ever seen it up close. When he looked at my face, he stopped in surprise. "Well, damn. The kid really loves his girlfriend. He even had the doll made to look exactly like her." I swallowed nervously. It wasn't modeled after me. It was me. The next second, a rough hand rested lightly against my waist. The warmth I'd barely managed to suppress flared back to life. I'd taken off all my clothes before climbing into bed so I could pass as the doll. I could feel every place his hand brushed across. Finally, his hands rested on my breasts. Brian inhaled deeply, grabbed them firmly, and squeezed. I screamed uncontrollably inside. Beyond the pleasure, my mind was filled with nothing but shame and regret. I had initially intended to flirt with James, but now I found myself becoming the object of his uncle's advances. The drug still had me completely powerless. I couldn't even force out a single word. After a moment, Brian seemed to notice something was off.

"Baby, we're gonna meet real soon... I swear I've got the best surprise waiting for you." In the video, my cheeks were flushed bright red, and my breaths came in rough, ragged gasps. "What are you planning to do?" "Oh, nothing much. Just practicing a little beforehand. I want our first in-person meeting to be nothing but pure pleasure." The second the call cut out, I practically raced to the door to yank it open for the man waiting outside. I'm Olivia Bennett, and I've been dating my boyfriend long-distance online for two whole years. We finally managed to clear our schedules at the same time, and we'd agreed to meet in person a week from then. I'd dated another guy back in college, but my needs were way stronger than the average woman's, so he dumped me in the end. Word about why we split spread like wildfire, and I didn't date anyone else for the rest of my time at university. I just had to take care of things myself. After I graduated, those cravings only got worse. But I still had zero real, hands-on experience with another person. Scared I'd fumble and give my boyfriend a bad experience when we met, I'd booked an at-home session with a "love experience coach." "Miss Bennett? Did you book the session?" The man standing before me was six feet tall, and there was this thrilling, imposing aura about him. He just gave me a casual little wave. The thick, ropy veins popping on the back of his hand and those long, elegant fingers had me swallowing hard before I could even stop myself. I stared at his unfairly handsome face like I was hypnotized, nodding dumbly. I was so caught up in looking at him that I completely forgot what I was wearing. Nothing at all under that lacy little slip dress. Their hard peaks peeked faintly through the thin fabric, half-hidden, impossible to fully make out at a glance. His heavy, unblinking gaze drifted down naturally to the spot right below my neck. A white-hot wave of desire erupted low in my belly, burning hotter than a wildfire. My stupid brain even started fantasizing that he was the lead in the steamy little fantasy I'd just been wrapped up in during the call. "Come on in." I turned sideways to make room for him to step inside. As he brushed past me, I couldn't tell if it was on purpose or a total accident. His elbow rubbed right up against my most sensitive spot. A soft, breathy little moan slipped out of my mouth before I could hold it back. "Ah!" But I clamped my mouth shut half a second later, cutting the sound off dead. My whole face was on fire, but I tried to act like absolutely nothing had happened. "I'm Adrian Blackwood." The man cleared his throat, and that deep, rumbling voice of his sent my mind spinning even further into wild fantasies. I nodded again, still half dazed. Desperate to shake off all those wild, lust-fueled thoughts racing through my head, I hurried to pour two glasses of water. I handed one to Adrian. I chugged the other glass of ice water in one go, down to the last drop. But it did nothing at all to put out that raging, throbbing fire coiled tight in my core. If anything, it got worse. I couldn't tear my eyes away from the way his Adam's apple bobbed up and down as he drank. I swallowed hard again without even noticing, my mouth going dry all over again. "Since we charge by the hour, let's skip the pleasantries and jump right in, yeah?" The man set down his water glass. Before I could even react, he shot his hand out, curled his fingers tight around my wrist, and yanked me straight into his solid chest. My first instinct was to panic and push him away, but some reckless, craving part of me was already dying to let him do whatever he wanted with me. "No need to be so on edge, Miss Bennett." He narrowed his eyes, his gaze raking over every inch of me, not missing a single spot. "Look how stiff you are. If you act this tense with your boyfriend when you're together, you'll leave him feeling totally deflated." His warm palm splayed across my back, drifting slowly down to my waist. His hand kept drifting lower, until it came to rest on the soft curve of my ass. The feel of his skin on mine, no fabric in the way, made me glance down on instinct. That's when I realized my dress had ridden up so far when I sat down that it barely covered anything at all. I was totally bare down there. I squeezed my thighs together as subtly as I could, terrified his eyes would drift down and notice too. "There we go. Just relax. If you want to wrap a man around your little finger, you've got to stay loose and at ease." I took a deep, shaky breath and decided to just stop overthinking it.

My husband had a very unusual kink. One day, he sweet-talked me into going over to my best friend's house. Then, with my best friend and her husband, he pulled me into the most outrageous, thrilling game I'd ever imagined... My name is Nia Stone. I'm in my early thirties, and I teach high school. My job, along with the way I carry myself, has always made me look elegant and attractive. Over the years, I've had plenty of admirers. Honestly, I'm proud of that. What woman doesn't enjoy being complimented? My husband, Harry Parker, has always had a thing for roleplay. He loves hiding under the bed, then suddenly jumping out like some crazed intruder, taking complete control of me. And I loved every second of it. The rush, the excitement, it was completely addictive. My favorite part was when he'd cover my eyes and whisper filthy things into my ear while pretending to be someone I knew. Every familiar voice he imitated made my body burn even hotter. It only made me crave the game more. I even bought all kinds of sexy lingerie just to fuel his fantasies. That night, I got home, showered as usual, and climbed into bed. I already knew the routine. Whenever Harry skipped dinner, it meant he had something planned for the night. But I was exhausted. I waited for him for a while, yet he never showed up. Before I knew it, I'd drifted into a deep sleep. In my dreamlike haze, a pair of rough hands slowly wandered across my skin. The calluses on those fingers scraped lightly over every inch of me, making my body tremble. My thighs instinctively pressed together. I couldn't help wondering. Had Harry decided to try something completely different tonight? The unexpected change only made me even more excited. Then he surprised me again. He tied my wrists together. That was something we'd never tried before. My hands were bound and lifted above my head, leaving my curves even more exposed. "Who... who are you? What are you doing? Please... don't... please..." I let out a soft cry, trying to sound frightened, even though the excitement in my voice betrayed me. My legs kicked instinctively, but that had always been part of the game. A moment later, I felt the solid warmth of his body against mine. As I twisted beneath him, he opened the front of the lingerie I was wearing. To everyone else, I was always calm, gentle, and composed. But behind closed doors, I was the exact opposite. Just like now. Even though my lips kept whispering, "No..." Deep down, I was desperately waiting to see what he'd do next. Lost in the excitement, I slipped one hand free from the rope around my wrist and reached behind him, running my fingers across his back. Then I froze. My fingertips brushed against a long, jagged scar. Harry and I had been married for three years. I knew every inch of his body. He didn't have a scar like this. A cold feeling crept into my chest. With trembling fingers, I reached over and switched on the bedside lamp. The man above me wasn't Harry. It was Lucas Hall. My best friend Sara Wood's husband. I stared at him in complete shock, forgetting my embarrassment entirely. We'd pretended so many times before. This time... It was real.

"AI, make me a real, warm man right now." My husband had died years ago, and the emptiness inside me ached for a man's touch. I never thought an actual man would show up in my room, his hands gripping my slim waist, pressing into me hard...