Novels by WhiteSwan

Not destiny in that cloyingly-sweet-horrible-teenage-lovesick way. That just made her want to puke. She saw her friends all head over heels in love and how silly it made them, like being in love meant half your brain fell asleep or something. No, she wasn’t interested in that. She wanted something real . She wanted to feel like a woman, not a giggly little girl. Maybe it was because she hung out with adults from a young age, camping and climbing with her parents and their friends. Maybe she was just more mature than her schooling friends. Whatever the reason, she always saw relationships in a different, more evolved manner.Not that she had any boyfriends yet. The guys in school, even the hot ones, just didn’t interest her. They all needed to grow up a bit.And that just left her frustrated.Since puberty, as she became aware of her developing body, Evangeline had been on another mission. A mission to discover her sexuality. Her mom had the talk with her in a strictly biological fas

A lot can happen in a week, Evangeline reflected. She was standing on the top of a cliff overlooking a pine forest. She ran her hand over her belly, a mixture of sadness and pride running through her. She was a beautiful, young lady, her body fit and athletic from years of climbing. Her caramel skin framed against dark, flowing hair, gave her a sexy African look. She had always drawn gazes no matter where she went. Getting attention had never been a problem. It just meant she could be very discerning with whom she allowed into her life.Nobody had interested her before she left for the camp. A mere seven days ago, she hadn’t even experienced sex yet. Tears welled in her brown eyes as she thought back to the innocent teen she had been, riding the bus through to Adventure Camp.So much had happened since. So much had changed.Seven days ago, she was sitting alone on the bus seat, peering out the window, daydreaming. She was looking forward to being in a new place, meeting new people,

Thinking the light-headedness must just be a blend of the drink and the dim office lighting, she shrugged it off.“Good god...” Debby mumbled, now really starting to feel sleepy, and she reached out to try to steady her balance against the desktop. “Sir. I feel... rather...”She shut her eyes, and felt the whole room ingest her, as if she was falling into a bottomless pit.She opened her eyes, and things felt strange. She was strung up in chains, a heavy steel wristband around each wrist and each ankle, with a chain connected to each, tugging her sideways from both directions. The chains were connected securely to the walls on either side of her. There she was, nude, hanging in restraint. Mr Salvatore walked out in front of where she dangled, also nude, and Debby could for the first time see what he really looked like, in his true form. His naked body was flawless, perfect pecs and a flat, toned stomach. For an older guy he sure kept himself in good shape. His huge cock and balls hun

Transcend Avenue was a particularly well known part of town. It was where all the rich people lived, the money makers and business owners. For Debby, it was one big opportunity. One thing she knew well in life, was that rich people don’t need to do small tasks. They had other more important things to do, and there were always people they could pay to do stuff for them. And for the last four months, as the summer sun made the grass grow quicker, Debby had been mowing lawns for three different residents. Being a gardener wasn’t her aspiration in life, it was more a stop gap to save up for university. So many of her older friends had gone off to college, before going to university, and been weighed down with debt. She wanted to avoid that at all costs, and in two more months she would already have enough money to cover it all.The only daunting thing for her was the size of the lawns that she had to cut, and all without the use of a drivable mower. She was out with a petrol one, four

Celeste didn’t know if it was just heated lust or the fact that she was missing a boyfriend in her life, but she didn’t want this to ever end. She wanted to suck him for eternity. And there was no way the cop was going to let it end any time soon, widening his stance slightly and letting the young girl work his pole.She began to suckle and lap at the tip. Her tongue danced around the head, teasing the underside of his bell as the cop moaned, patting at her hair and pulling her further down onto his cock. She started to take it inch by inch, tasting the sweet pre-seed as she slurped and sucked on him. She gasped around the girth as the officer pulled at her hair, pulsating inside her mouth.With the next underground stop nearing, there was still nobody else around. But at this point Celeste didn’t care if anyone saw, lost in the moment and thoroughly enjoying herself. She blew him hard, working him with her hot lips. The cop pulled her up and down on his cock as he forced his way to t

If a nation’s culture survives, then so too does the nation.These were the words that passed through Celeste’s mind as she eagerly awaited the train. The underground was a strange place at this time, a place where the underclass crawled from their hidden tenements and stalked the night.Nobody knew her habit. By day Celeste was a pretty normal girl. She generally kept herself to herself, and didn’t ruffle any feathers. By night, she was Franny McCandle, graffiti artist and vandal. A wise man once said that graffiti breaks the hegemonic hold of corporate and governmental style over the urban environment and the situations of daily life. As a form of aesthetic sabotage, it interrupts the pleasant, efficient uniformity of planned urban space and predictable urban living. For many, graffiti disrupts the lived experience of mass culture, the passivity of mediated consumption.But Celeste believed it was through graffiti that a nation’s culture was truly exhibited, expressing the wider s

The very thought of Elara with any man other than me made the need to kill anyone and everyone rise within me.      Right when Vincent was about to touch her pussy, I curled my fingers around the handgun that was in the desk drawer—one of many I had stashed around the hotel suite. I grinned as I aimed.      Vincent turned to look in my direction at the sound of the hammer being cocked, and then he grunted, falling backward right off the bed, his blood splattered over the bed, the wall, and on my trembling wife.      I slowly rose, Carlo stepping back until he was now pressed against the bedroom door. With the letter opener gripped in my fist, I stepped up to Vincent’s corpse. He lay there, his gaze trained on me with lifeless eyes, the bullet hole centered between them.      “Go,” I said to Carlo in a low, deadly voice. A second later, the suite door opened and closed, and I kneeled over Vincent.      I gripped his arm and laid it flat as I br

 I continued to fuck her mouth and gritted out, “I’m going to use all your pretty holes, sweetheart.” I pushed in and pulled out. “I might even let others watch as I fuck you if I’m in the mood.” I grinned when her eyes widened, and she tried to shake her head. “No?” I pushed in as deep as I could go, her nose pressed to my groin. I held still until she slapped at my thighs. Only then did I pull back so she could breathe.      “I’ll let them watch as I fill you with my cum, then I’ll have you walk around the room, my load leaking out of your cunt and dripping down your thighs like the pretty whore you are.”      Placing my hands on the side of her head, I fucked her mouth until I couldn’t take anymore. Spit trickled from the corners of her mouth as she heaved for breath. Elara’s hands gripped my thighs, her manicured nails digging into my flesh.      She still tried to push me away, but it was futile. I shifted enough that my cock slipped from her lips,

Once again, I was consumed by my insatiable need for my pretty little wife, and I had no regard for Elara’s comfort. I hoped I’d never break her spirit. It’d be rather boring if all the fight left her and all that remained was a willing victim.      My body leaned into her as my hands glided over her silky skin, feeling my way up and down her flat belly and perfect tits. I smoothed my fingers over her puffy pussy lips. She really was a beautiful girl.      Her body was soft, lush, and untouched.      Her body was mine in all ways.      “I enjoy knowing I’m the only man who’s ever touched you, Elara. I’m the only one who will ever touch you for the rest of your life.” I hummed as she hollowed out her cheeks and tried to keep up with my thrusting. “It almost makes me want to be gentle with you, but then I remember the family you’re from, and all those thoughts of kindness just float away revealing themselves as momentary acts of delusion.”       Sali

   She wriggled to get me to let go of her wrists, but I just tightened my hands on her further.      “I think from now on I’m going to have you naked and on display. You want to be a bad girl, then I’m going to make sure every man knows you as nothing more than my pretty whore.”      Elara murmured, her words slurred and muffled by my cock. I ignored her and focused on the bliss of her warm, wet mouth and the sound of her head repeatedly banging the wall behind her.      “That’s it, sweetheart. Relax that little throat and take Daddy all the way back. I want to fill your belly with my cum so you're good and full.” I bared my teeth, but before we could really play, the alarm went off.      I reluctantly pulled out of her mouth and adjusted myself. “We’ll have to finish this in our suite, sweet girl.”            Elara attempted to rise, but I placed a hand on her shoulder and pushed her back down. She stared at me with wide, teary eyes, her mascara

KAEL POV My cousin was a pretty little thing. Prim and proper. Innocent. Virginal. Under normal circumstances, any man would be proud to traipse around the venue, flaunting his new possession. But I wasn’t interested in showing Elara off. My desires were of a more dubious nature. A burning fire that wanted to blaze with her until all there was left was a shell. It was bad enough they'd forced me to marry the daughter of Russian trash and a traitorous mother. There was no way I would allow her to think she was anything more than an object purchased to satisfy my most carnal needs. “Time to leave, Principessa,” I growled in her ear. Elara stared blankly at me as her body shook. She was frightened. A pretty doe caught at the end of the barrel of a hunter’s gun. But she was smart enough to keep her mouth shut and simply nod. We made our way through the reception crowd, giving our final pleasantries, before I rushed her into the elevato

He paused but showed no emotion or reaction to me flinching.      The gruff sound he made came a second before he snagged a lock of my hair and twirled it around his finger. He tugged on it hard enough my head tipped to the side from the force, and a gasp left me. His smile was slow and lazy, and then he was pressing his full body to mine.      “But… surprisingly… I approve.” He said that last word with this little purr in his voice. “Let’s see what else I approve of.” Those words were deeply and gruffly spoken at the same time he let go of my hair then grabbed and pulled up the bottom of my wedding gown.      On instinct, I reached down, trying to push it back into place. This was wrong not only because of how fast things were going and how he was going to take something from me I wasn’t willing to give but also because he was my first cousin.      And although these types of arrangements weren’t uncommon in our world, the fact I’d be sexually intimate