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Blowjob 101: How to Make Him Lose Control is a complete guide for women who want to transform a simple act into an unforgettable experience. Packed with practical techniques, dirty talk scripts, and sample drills, this audiobook gives you everything you need to become the partner he will never forget.

How to Make Her Squirt: Step by Step is a bold, no-nonsense manual that guides you from beginner to master in the art of female squirting. This isn’t theory or fluff—it’s a hands-on, practical guide that blends erotic storytelling, dirty talk scripts, and explicit techniques that women actually crave.

The beach was supposed to be freedom. Just sun, sand, and skin. But when Tabby, Nate, and Lena stepped onto the dunes, the eyes followed. The stares grew bolder. The crowd circled closer. What began as sunscreen and stolen touches turned into something raw, merciless, and unforgettable. A circle of strangers swallowed them whole, hands and mouths claiming every inch, until the three of them were broken open in the sand. Tabby’s body wrecked. Lena glowing and ruined. Nate owning every second of it.

She thought the worst was over. But when Tabby vanishes from her small-town life and wakes up in a gothic manor dripping with secrets, blood, and shadows that whisper her name, she realizes the truth: She’s not lost. She’s being claimed. As the vampires who haunt the manor circle her, obsessed with her scent, her power, her potential—one man watches from the shadows. Her Master. And he’s not the only one.

Unlock the secrets to becoming the lover she never forgets. Oral sex is not just foreplay — for many women, it is the heart of intimacy. When done right, it builds anticipation, deepens connection, and delivers unforgettable pleasure. Yet so many men rush, fumble, or miss the signals entirely. How to Go Down on Her: Oral Techniques Women Actually Love is your straightforward, playful, and deeply practical manual to mastering oral.

The back room door sticks. He palms it. It gives. Consent is the first rule. Color checks come easy. Then the heat rises and never lets go. Tabby and Lena ride hard and walk into a bar that knows how to keep pace. The offer is simple. A clean gauntlet. Side by side. Stop means stop. Water means pause. Praise in the ear. Aftercare on the other side. What follows is a raw, step by step spiral of want. Tongue and hands. Knees on old wood. Wall stands that shake the breath loose. Rope that holds without bite. Blindfolds that sharpen every sound. A wand that sings.

She thought one was a stretch. Now, she’s being used by two. Tabby had her first taste of a thick, dominant man — and it wrecked her. But now she’s back for more… and this time, she’s taking two. With her husband watching and filming, Tabby is stretched to her limit by two massive BBCs who know exactly how to handle a submissive woman aching to be owned. Her mouth, her pussy, her body — all open, all dripping, all theirs.

The roadside bar at mile marker 47 was supposed to be just a place to cool down after a long ride. But the moment Tabby walks in, she sees him — Colt. A man who doesn’t just take up space, he owns it. Steady, watchful, and dangerous in the quiet way that makes your pulse skip. One beer turns into an invitation to his table, and then to the back room where the music fades to a heartbeat through the wall. What starts as a test of boundaries becomes a ride neither of them can walk away from.

Control is Tabby’s sanctuary, but even the strongest walls can be breached. On a dark and stormy night, a frantic knock on her door brings Marek back into her life—a beautiful, tormented artist drowning in his own rage and self-doubt. He’s not looking for comfort or connection. He’s looking for a fight, a violent release for the poison thrumming under his skin.

Control is Tabby’s sanctuary, a carefully constructed fortress she’s built to keep the chaos of the world at bay. But her friend Lena is a living, breathing hurricane of mischief, and she has just found the chink in Tabby’s armor. She has an invitation to "The Masque," an exclusive, anonymous masquerade party where inhibitions are checked at the door and pleasure is the only currency that matters. Tabby agrees to go, partly out of curiosity and partly to prove she can handle any environment, even one she doesn't command.

Dive into the intimate and transformative journey of training a submissive mind with "How to Train a Submissive Mind." This comprehensive guide is designed to help you navigate the complex and rewarding world of submission, offering insights and techniques to deepen your connection and explore new realms of intimacy. Whether you're new to this dynamic or looking to refine your skills, you'll find valuable guidance on understanding the psychological and emotional aspects of submission, building a foundation of trust, and implementing effective training techniques.

Control is Tabby’s armor, a hard-won superpower forged in the chaos of her past. But after a day spent managing a client’s bottomless incompetence, that armor feels like a cage. The weight of being the responsible one, the fixer, is crushing her, and the only thing she craves is the sweet, total surrender of control. Her partner, Nate, is the anchor in her storm. He is strength, devotion, and a quiet masculinity that finds its power in surrender. He sees the fracture in her composure and doesn't ask questions; he simply offers himself. Tonight, Tabby doesn't want a partner. She wants a canvas.

Seven nights. Seven lessons. One unforgettable journey of desire. Tabby thought she knew pleasure, but when the rules changed, she discovered a deeper craving. Each night unlocked something new—teasing foreplay, perfect rhythm, dirty words, control games, and mind-shattering climaxes. What started as playful exploration became a week-long seduction that pushed her body and mind to the edge of surrender. From whispered commands to relentless intensity, every chapter of Seven Nights of Tabby delivers the kind of heat that leaves you aching for more.

Some nights aren't about winning. They're about who you destroy with you. Tabby and Lena are two forces of nature, and they've booked a waterfront suite as their battleground. Tabby arrives with a quiet, coiled confidence and a plan brewing. Lena is already there, a wicked grin on her face and a dare in her eyes, daring the night to keep up.

A fire once buried now burns beneath her skin… Tabby thought she understood power. Thought she could control the flame within her. But when the Hollow awakens something ancient and furious beneath its roots, her world shatters again. As forbidden truths rise from the ashes, Tabby must confront the First Flame — an ancient being of molten desire and buried fury — and decide if she will burn for the Hollow… or rise above it. With Marek at her side and new allies forged in fire, Tabby’s journey deepens into darkness, submission, and revelation. The crown doesn’t protect her. It tests her.

Forty people. Seven miles of river. And zero inhibitions. What starts as a wild summer float with drinks, music, and sunshine quickly turns into something else entirely. When Tabby, her husband Nate, and their best friend Lena join a massive tubing party down a lazy river, the teasing starts early—but it doesn’t stay innocent for long. From spontaneous sandbar dances to full-on public pleasure, the group dives headfirst into an unforgettable day of soaked bikinis, wet mouths, and bodies aching for release.

In the glittering, rain-slicked world of the elite, Tabby Lane is a queen who rules from the shadows. With a sharp mind and an even sharper wit, she can dismantle a man's confidence with a single sentence, her power a precise, intoxicating weapon. But after a night of psychological warfare leaves her feeling hollow, she runs—not from her power, but from the woman she's become. Her solitude is shattered by the arrival of Nate, the one man who doesn't fear her dominance but seeks to understand it.

Lena is the agent of chaos, the puppet master who pulls the strings in everyone else’s life. But after the thrill of her latest game fades, she’s left with a hollow ache and a dangerous restlessness. For the first time, she doesn’t want to direct the scene; she wants to be in it. She seeks out Julian, a reclusive architect rumored to be a master of control, a man who designs bespoke BDSM playrooms for the elite.

The door sticks. The rope sings. Consent first. Aftercare last. Between those points, Tabby and Lena ask for harder. Partial suspensions with feet grounded. A bit gag with a bell to stop. Mirrors that double every breath. Ice, warm oil, plugs that scale with patience, and a wand that writes yes into skin. They stand side by side, bound and steady, while the crew follows every rule. Stop means stop. Water means pause. Green means go. Yellow means ease. Red means out. No marks where they did not agree. Praise when they need it most.

Tabby knows her place. With thick red curls, soft curves, and a mouth that begs to be filled, she isn't just here to be worshipped—she craves to be owned. When her dominant arrives, she's already on her knees, trembling with need and dripping with anticipation.