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Welcome, Naughty Little Smuts!
If you enjoy romances with all the spice, then you've come to the right place. Here you can find information on all of the spicy, smutty stories by Lizzie B Brown.
As an English Professor at a private university, my life was near perfect. Yes, the female student body could be aggressive in their advances at times, but there was never any temptation. Not when I had the high school sweetheart and love of my life by my side.
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One Monday in May three little words changed everything. “We are over.” Janet cast me aside with no explanation or chance of closure. I was left broken, my confidence shattered.
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When my best friend, Eddie, dragged me to Florida for a summer away, I didn’t put up a fight. It was a chance to lick my wounds and recover without running into the one who broke my heart. I had no way of knowing the trip would end with me on my knees in a bathroom worshiping a beautiful Goddess. Nor could I guess that indiscretion would have lasting consequences that would forever change my world. Cassie was an unyielding force who accepted nothing less than my full submission.​
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Friendsgiving with Benefits
The holidays are tricky enough without adding romance into the mix. That's why Nixon—best friend, roommate, and Friendsgiving co-host—and I came up with the Holiday Pact. The rules are simple: Single by November 1st? Stay single together through the New Year. No messy relationships. No drama. Just...taking care of each other's needs. You know, those needs.
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It was the perfect plan—until Nixon woke up on Thanksgiving morning and decided he wanted more.
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Suddenly, my no-strings-attached pact buddy was looking at me like I'm more than just a friend. Hosting a house full of your friends while your bestie tries to rewrite the rules? Awkward.
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As the holidays heat up, so does our “arrangement.” Now I’m stuck wondering: Can the Holiday Pact survive Nixon’s curveball—or is this the end of our friendship as we know it?
