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Santa Tell Me Ariana

A Hot Romance: Ariana's story

Ariana had been struggling with her smut novel lately. Her readers had found out her weakness- that she was a virgin with no experience in dating. To overcome her struggle and gain inspiration, she decided to rent a 'little white face' to 'experiment' and study a man's anatomy and physiological reactions. But there was a mistake halfway. She ended up meeting an 'impotent' man who had similar struggles as her, instead of a sultry little white face. **** Cale's body was numbed. He could not lift a finger, but he felt hot all over. The body part that could not rise even in front of a seductive woman was standing little by little. The woman who 'drugged' him approached him with a whip in her hand. She wore a very conservative outfit and looked like she was attending a funeral. Her small face was covered with a veiled black hat. "As I requested, we will perform a BDSM play. It will hurt a bit. I am still inexperienced, but I will provide enough compensation after this task." Cale: "....?" What request? He had never received a request! Ariana could see the horror in Cale's eyes. She tilted her head in wonder. Mr. Flowerboy had previously claimed in the chat he liked BDSM play. Had he entered his role immediately? Amazing. As expected of a pro. Ariana tried to make her expression seem like a dominant master to match Mr. Flowerboy's professionalism. She had to show him that she was serious about it too. "Let's start, Mr. Flowerboy." Cale: !!! Who was the flowerboy?! I am not him! ..... A few weeks later. Instead of reporting the woman who 'drugged' him to the police, Cale shamefully looked for her again for a second session. Ariana: "Why do you want to be tied up and spanked again? Could it be... you are really a masochist?" Cale: ".....I have no choice either." How could he explain that his 'thing' would only work when this woman touched him?
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surrounding me

My mind reeled as the realization dawned on me that the man I had casually bumped into was none other than Christopher Hemsworth. A wave of panic surged through me. What if he was annoyed that I had bumped into him? My heart raced at the thought, a mixture of fear and anxiety knotting my stomach. I replayed our brief encounter in my mind, worrying about the impression I might have made. As I tried to compose myself, I suddenly noticed his gaze shifting across the room. My breath caught in my throat as I realized he wasn't just looking in my direction; he was looking directly at me. My heart pounded in my chest, every beat echoing in my ears. His hazel eyes, so captivating up close, now seemed to pierce through the distance between us, locking onto mine with an intensity that made my pulse quicken. For a moment, everything else faded away-the bustling crowd, the applause, even the sound of my own thoughts. It was as if the world had narrowed down to just the two of us, connected by an invisible thread. His expression was unreadable, a mixture of curiosity and something else I couldn't quite place. I felt a flush rise to my cheeks, a mix of embarrassment and an inexplicable thrill. I stood there, rooted to the spot, my mind a whirlwind of emotions. The admiration I had felt earlier was now tinged with awe and a touch of disbelief. How could someone so extraordinary take notice of me? The sheer magnetism of his presence made it hard to look away, and yet I was painfully aware of every second that passed under his scrutiny. As he continued to look at me, I couldn't help but wonder what he was thinking. Was he recalling our encounter with amusement, or was he as surprised as I was by this unexpected turn of events? The uncertainty gnawed at me, but beneath it all, a small spark of excitement flickered, kindling a hope I dared not fully acknowledge.
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