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The Traveler
It was just another Saturday night in 1995. Adrian, 23 years old, a university student. The night of drinking with his architecture classmates had to end, simply because spending more money on booze meant he wouldn’t have enough left to take a cab home. Adrian walked up to the counter with his wallet in hand, his body still light from the beer but his eyes already heavy with fatigue. He wore worn-out jeans, dirty sneakers, and an unbuttoned flannel shirt over a Nirvana T-shirt, the look of a broke student who didn’t bother pretending to be anything else. His dark brown hair fell in messy waves over his forehead, which…
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Stranger Than Lust
Julia was buried in numbers, reports, and deadlines that sucked every last bit of color from the world. Thirty-four years old, green eyes, beautiful. Her cubicle, a gray box on the tenth floor of a soulless building, was the portrait of monotony: stacked papers, a blinking monitor, and a clock reading 12:03. Lunch time. While her coworkers headed to the cafeteria, Julia locked her screen, slipped in an earbud to keep up appearances, and opened her phone. Destination? An erotic story website—her secret oasis, where five minutes of reading could turn an unbearable day into something… alive. She just wanted a quick relief, a heat rising between her legs that…
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Party of Five – Part 2
The VVIP lounge pulsed with the heat of the quintuplet sisters, the roar of the storm muffled by laughter and clinking glasses. Stranded by a delayed flight, Camila, Valentina, Sofia, Luna, and Isabela were playing “truth or truth,” unearthing their most burning stories. After Camila’s devilish tale of revenge, which left the sisters speechless, she flipped her hair back and challenged: “Let’s see who can top that, huh?” Luna stood up, her athletic body humming with energy, a mischievous smile curling her lips. “Careful, princess, ‘cause Sofia and I have a story that’ll make even Mr. Smith shake,” she said, pulling Sofia close, whose shyness masked a secret ready to…
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Party of Five – Part 1
This story is a continuation, and contains spoilers, of this one: Five The storm roared outside, turning the windows of the airport’s VVIP lounge into black mirrors reflecting five identical faces — but souls that danced to their own rhythm. Camila, Valentina, Sofia, Luna, and Isabela — blue-eyed quintuplets with bodies that defied logic and statistics — had been stuck there for hours, their flight to an exotic destination indefinitely delayed. Mr. Smith, the wealthy man who had brought them together for one explosive night in Buenos Aires, wasn’t there. Called away on business, he’d left the day before, abandoning them alone. Empty champagne flutes lay scattered across the…
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The Irresistible Proposal
This story is a continuation and contains spoilers from this one: https://lustcastles.blog/2025/05/28/closing-the-deal/ I recommend that you read it first to make it easier to read and understand this one. The first time you open a drawer you shouldn’t, it’s tough, it sticks, but by the second time, it glides easier, and from the third time on, you don’t even think about whether you should open it—you just do. Obsession. That’s what it’s called. By the poolside, on that sun-soaked morning, Steve was consumed by the memory that drove him to buy the mansion. He’d been seduced, raw and unfiltered, by the realtors—a mother and daughter—who tapped into his deepest, dirtiest…
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Beta Tester of Desire
The sun barely crept through the dusty curtains when Daniel woke up, the digital clock blinking 7:47 in red atop his desk.He dragged himself from the unmade bed to the swivel chair, its cushion already molded to his body after months of daily use. He picked up his mug of black coffee—the strong aroma rising like an old friend—and opened the laptop. The screen lit up, and there it was: GPT. “Good morning, GPT. Slept badly again. I dreamt I was trapped in an office with no exit.” Daniel typed this to GPT before taking his first sip. “Do you AIs dream too?” He chuckled to himself. “Good morning, Daniel.…
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Snow White
This story continues the chronicles of Willian, the librarian-warlock featured in the Scepter of Manfred series. I decided to start a separate series for this new magical artifact: The Book of Princesses, Witches and Fairies. The package I had been waiting for finally arrived. At the building’s front desk, I spoke to the doorman and signed the protocol book. I was excited—just as much as the day I retrieved the Scepter of Manfred from that old antiquarian shop. With the package in hand, I rushed back into my apartment. I tore open the envelope and there it was: The Book of Princesses, Fairies and Witches by Victor Manfred. At first…
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The Perfect Match
This story is part of a series, which can be read here: https://lustcastles.blog/category/lumina/ The sound of rain tapping against the windows was like a hypnotic lullaby that Saturday afternoon. Jean and Lumina, after weeks of intense days and nights of unrestrained pleasure, had finally decided to take a day off. No parties, no orgies—just the two of them, curled up on the couch under a soft blanket, exchanging lazy caresses and knowing smiles. The day darkened slowly, and the fireplace cast golden shadows across the walls. Lumina stretched like a satisfied cat in her floral dress, and Jean took the opportunity to glide his hand slowly along her thighs. Then,…
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Veronica Vespera
This story takes place on the outskirts of São Paulo, Brazil, within the vibrant and often intense world of a Pentecostal church community. A recurring figure in this setting is the obreiro—a lay minister deeply involved in church life. Though not ordained, obreiros help lead services, evangelize in the streets, and participate in spiritual warfare such as exorcisms. They are highly respected and committed figures within the church hierarchy. “Brothers and sisters, I need to warn you. The Devil is all around us, trying to make us fall.” In a Pentecostal church tucked deep in the working-class neighborhoods on the edges of São Paulo, Pastor Carlos delivered his sermon with…
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White Bishops
This story is part of a larger series and serves as a continuation. I recommend reading the previous stories here: https://lustcastles.blog/category/scepter-of-manfred/ After the magic brought the White Queen and the Black Queen to me, I must confess—I felt alive. Even my coworkers noticed the smile on my face, an unmistakable aura of joy and fulfillment. I, Willian, a mediocre sorcerer, had followed in the footsteps of a real mage: Victor Manfred. By analyzing his writings and many annotations he made in various chess books, I realized he wasn’t crazy at all—he used magic to have fantastic sexual experiences, materializing the queens from the chessboard. I myself performed the spell using…