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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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The Manfred Method
Have you ever imagined being able to make any woman desperate to sleep with you—just by saying a single phrase? My name is Eduardo Lemos, 35 years old. Accountant by weekday, divorced by weekend. I wake up every day at 6 a.m., drink black coffee while staring at my kitchen wall, and spend the rest of the day trying not to explode inside that cursed office where I work. The place is called “Premier Tax Solutions.” Go figure. My boss, Katarina, is 45. She dresses like she’s about to walk a runway every morning and talks to me like I’m a dog that peed on the wrong carpet. She’s stunning,…
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SweetLady Milk
Author’s note: This story is a continuation and has spoilers for this one: https://lustcastles.blog/2025/05/27/the-930-patient/ ***** Rosemary Diaz glanced at the clock on the wall. 9:26 a.m. At 35, the psychologist couldn’t stop thinking about her next patients, and the black coffee in her cup was an absolute necessity after a sleepless night filled with anxiety. This time, her coffee addiction came with a twist: a can of condensed milk. Whenever Rosemary got anxious, she craved sugar. That’s why she’d brought along a can—and her trusty can opener. A small hole on each side let the syrup flow freely, blending perfectly with the bitterness of the coffee in a sinful mix…
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Closing the Deal
In front of the mansion, a beautiful young blonde waved at the driver, signaling this was the right place. “This is it,” said Mr. Steve, a highly successful man in his early fifties. This was where the driver should drop him off. He stepped out of the car and walked toward the mansion’s entrance—only then realizing there were two blondes. The one who waved appeared to be in her forties, blue-eyed and stunning. She wore a stylish blue blazer, maintaining the formal air expected from a luxury real estate agent. The other, much younger, equally blonde and blue-eyed, was just as beautiful, but dressed in a gray suit. “Hello, Mr.…
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