enadenad
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- When I'm not writing erotica I like to
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- When I'm not reading erotica I like to read
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- My favorite word for "penis" is
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- My favorite word for "vagina" is
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- I write erotica because
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- In conclusion, I am
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No. Unfortunately for him. by enadenad
Chapter 10 in God or Genie?
Half a world away, beneath the hushed grandeur of a state guest suite in Singapore, Barack Obama slept. The room was cool, dark, the heavy curtains blocking the city lights. He lay on his back, the disciplined posture of a lifetime softened only slightly by sleep. The day had bee...
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Lisa Ann starts thinking about a particular fantasy by enadenad
Chapter 9 in God or Genie?
She drifted towards the sunken living room, the silk robe discarded somewhere near the stairs. The cool marble soothed her bare feet. She didn't head for the plush couches. Instead, she chose the deep, low-slung armchair near the grand piano, its dark leather cool against her ski...
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Not exactly what she wanted. But still useful. by enadenad
Chapter 8 in God or Genie?
Martin watched the ambition solidify. He saw the flaw instantly—the inherent chaos of human minds, the tangled static obscuring individual signals. "The connection," he stated, his voice resonating faintly, "is primal. Directionless." He gestured, a subtle shift in the air pressu...
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Maybe sex. For a change. And a request. by enadenad
Chapter 7 in God or Genie?
Martin watched the transformation settle over her. The predatory sharpness remained, but now fused with something colder, deeper. She turned back to him, the silk robe sliding further down one shoulder. She took a deliberate step forward, closing the distance. Her gaze locked ont...
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Power. Of a sort. by enadenad
Chapter 6 in God or Genie?
Martin watched her, the cosmic chill swirling beneath his human skin. He saw it then – not just greed, but a hunger to transcend her own carefully constructed cage. A flicker of genuine interest sparked within the ancient cold. He raised a hand, palm open. No ripple this time. In...
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Sure by enadenad
Chapter 5 in God or Genie?
The steam hung thick as Martin stepped from the shower. He found Lisa Ann perched on the marble vanity, legs crossed, toweling her hair. She watched him approach, her gaze traveling over him with unnerving focus. Without a word, she uncrossed her legs, letting the towel fall open...
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Maybe a shower first by enadenad
Chapter 4 in God or Genie?
Martin blinked, struggling to surface from the haze of sensation. "Dinner?" His voice was hoarse, wrecked. He gestured weakly at the tangled mess of limbs and torn swimwear. "Now?" "Sure," Lisa Ann shrugged, rolling off him with effortless grace. She stood, stretching languidly,...
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They fucking do by enadenad
Chapter 3 in God or Genie?
Martin froze. The raw hunger in her stare, the blatant invitation – it slammed into him harder than any wish-granting power. His carefully constructed facade of cosmic detachment cracked. A flush crept up his neck. He’d orchestrated this reunion, wielded impossible power, yet her...
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Quickly - Wealth and Health by enadenad
Chapter 2 in God or Genie?
Lisa Ann didn't hesitate. Years navigating predatory producers and fickle fame had honed her instincts to razor sharpness. Survival first. "Wish one," she said, "Wealth. A billion dollars. Safe from any market fluctuations or IRS audits, enough money that I can buy anything I wan...
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Simple and straightforward - immortality by enadenad
Chapter 9 in God or Genie?
Martin sagged against the chair, trembling, sweat cooling on his forehead. Power hummed weakly within him, distant and hollow. The Seine flowed indifferently behind her. He felt stripped, exposed—less a deity, more a spent puppet. Lisa Ann watched his ragged breathing, a predator...
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