Badgirl Gay for you Web Novels & Stories

CAUTION: Be ready for shameless pleasure that never stops. This story is a violation of moral, not for the faint hearted. A glance is enough to make you cum.

BLURB “ You’re so, so, so beautiful, Jordan, and I have a secret confession about you in my diary. Wanna hear?” “Yes, tell me.” “I want to lose my virginity to a girl… I’ve always wanted that.” She stops blinking, my words chilling her for a moment. I knew what I was saying even if drunk. She scoffs softly. “I want you to fuck me, Jordan,” I say, expression serious, lips pressed into a line. “You’re drunk, Ana. You have no id—” “Fuck me, Jordan! I know you want to.” At nineteen, Ana thought she knew desire. One drunken confession during a sleepover shatters that illusion forever. What begins as shy curiosity spirals into an intoxicating journey of sexual awakening, heartbreak, revenge, and forbidden pleasure. Page after page, her private diary exposes her transformation from an innocent girl into a fearless young woman who surrenders to her darkest cravings . With best friends, professors, step-family, priests, and dangerous older lovers. Heartbreak fuels delicious revenge. Secrets become weapons. Boundaries are destroyed. Raw, intimate, and dangerously addictive, this is the unfiltered story of a young woman’s erotic evolution. Where innocence is not lost, but deliberately ruined. How far would you go to discover who you really are? Indulge… if you dare.— Leno As

“Someone’s coming,” I released a shallow breath as his fingers traveled between my folds, hoisting me in place with his strong arms, my back pinned against the wall, my legs wrapped around him. “They might see us,” I shrieked as he dove deeper. “It could.. it could be your son…” The sweat from his forehead trickled down my singlet, dripping onto my hardened nipples, making them ache even more under the thin fabric. His thick finger curled inside my soaked panties, his bulge pressed hot and heavy against my thigh. “If someone’s cumming,” he growled, increasing his pace, pressing his palm firmly over my lips to muffle the loud moan trying to escape, “then I certainly hope it’s you.” They say if you love someone, let them go, but first, date their father and make them call you mommy. A married woman snaps after discovering that her husband has been cheating on her since their third anniversary, the same period she suffered a devastating miscarriage. The worst part? His mistress has the audacity to confront her, demanding that she leave him. At first, she considers walking away. But after an intense conversation with her best friend, Emily decides to fight back. She will leave her husband, but not before taking everything from him. Her plan begins with his father. She draws him into a web of dark desire, making him crave her so deeply that he’s willing to turn against his own son. Slowly, she dismantles her husband’s life. His parents’ marriage collapses. His siblings are disinherited. His family’s company and reputation crumble. And finally, she takes the one thing he loves most, their child, leaving him completely shattered. The only question is: did she go too far? Read to find out.

After losing her mother, eighteen-year-old Riley gets by working part-time and living life on her own terms. One day, while fleeing after a purse-snatching with her friends, she suddenly finds herself cornered by men in black suits and a luxury car. Whisked away—somewhat against her will—Riley is taken to a mansion unlike anything she has ever seen. There, an elderly gentleman reveals the unbelievable truth: her late mother was the daughter of the wealthy Whitmore family, making Riley his long-lost granddaughter.

I have been in love with my brother's best friend for fourteen years. It wasn’t a harmless admiration, but love. It was the kind of love that followed me through high school, survived four years away at the university, and it all came rushing back the moment I saw Serena Walsh again. She’s a woman I can’t stop thinking about. A woman who haunts me in my dreams, stars in my fantasies, and also looks at me in ways that makes my heart race and my knees weak. As we spent more time together, it came harder to ignore the tension settling between us. If I however give in to what I want, I could lose my brother, destroy the only family Serena had ever known, and spoil the friendship that has held us together for years. When Serena started pulling away from every woman except me, I began to wonder … Am I the only one fighting this temptation?

If the idea of the men who should have protected you instead holding you down and taking what they want still makes you flinch, close this now. Find something softer. But if your body already answers—if a stepfather’s hand on your throat, an uncle’s cock splitting you open, a stepbrother’s weight pinning you makes you wet—then stay. The first stories are about girls. Innocent. Mouthy. Curious. Already wet and pretending they aren’t. Stepfathers who stop pretending when the house goes quiet. Uncles who watched too long. Stepbrothers who lock the door and force every inch while she stays silent. Fathers-in-law. Dad’s friends. Men who raised them, who should have looked away, who instead tell them to be good. Rough throats. Tight holes forced open. Creampies dripping while someone sleeps nearby. “Daddy’s going to fill you.” “Keep quiet or I’ll do it again.” “This pussy was always going to be mine.” Sneaking. Caught. Used anyway. Blackmail. Training. Breeding talk that ignores how young or scared she sounds. That is the beginning. Then the boys on their knees for the same men—stepbrothers, uncles, the stepfather who claims his stepson’s mouth and ass. Then the women: stepmothers pinning daughters, aunts with a strap, sisters who stop pretending. Gay. Lesbian. Straight. Same house. Same risk. Same rule: those who should have kept you safe take you apart. If being owned by family—the man who raised you, the brother who shared your childhood, the woman who should have been off-limits—makes your cunt clench or cock throb, you already know where you belong. They are not going to ask. They are already inside.