315 Stories Mga Nobela at Kwento

Elena's POV Suppressing my sobbing was the best way to ease the pain as tears flowed down my eyes. I sniffled and checked my phone again, my eyes widening at the lies the bloggers told online. As I glanced around the car, a sense of unease crept over me. I murmured to myself, 'How cruel can they be?' But at that moment, I couldn't shake the feeling of being watched by the newsmen. The pain that was threatening to overwhelm me was nothing compared to the blisters I had from the hot water burn.

“I do not have money now but I promise that I would make you feel good. And maybe you spent a lot of time with me because you love me.” “Already? I have not even seen the size of your dick.” “It might not be a nine inches like you expect but it sure would fit in that tight pussy of yours.”. “And even if it does not fit, I am always open to three homes and even four somes. The more the merrier. With that last text, she logged off with no good nights or sweet texts. I wanted to be the one saying those but we were not all that familiar. There was no one really active anymore on the site so I spent all night read sex stories and watching erotica videos to add to my knowledge and be able to have

We talked for hours as the night wore on. “You really thought about quitting because of burnout?” I asked, tracing a finger along his chest. “Yeah. Days blurred together. Then you started coming in regularly. Made me look forward to shifts again.” He smiled in the low light. “What about you? Why history?” “I like stories that last,” I said. “People who lived real lives hundreds of years ago. Makes my problems feel small.” We laughed softly. Then the touching started again. This time I climbed on top, riding him slow while we kept talking. He looked up at me like I was something special. His hands roamed my body, squeezing my breasts, guiding my hips.

EMMA God, the air in the house felt thicker than the humid summer night pressing against the windows. I was still buzzing from dinner—too much wine, too many lingering looks, and way too much skin on display. I’m Emma, twenty-one, fresh out of college with a body I knew turned heads: tight, athletic from years of running and yoga, perky C-cup tits that loved showing off under thin tank tops, and an ass that filled out my tiny cotton shorts perfectly. But tonight, the real heat wasn’t coming from outside. It was coming from her—my stepmom Sarah—and him—my stepbrother Jake.

Chapter 1 After a five hour ride that felt like torture, Layla Thompson finally arrived at her hometown just as the sunlight began to fade into the horizon. Her entire body was buzzing with pent-up excitement and raw sexual frustration, and she just couldn't wait to let loose and forget all her worries. Twenty-one years old and freshly done with her final exams of the semester, she had impatiently been counting down the days for weeks and now here she was at last. She had spent most of the journey with her thighs pressed tightly together, imagining filthy fantasies about Tony in her mind.

Sloane calls Tatum late at night demanding they set “ground rules” to keep the secret from destroying their careers. Sloane paced her living room in the dark, phone pressed tight to her ear. The clock showed well past midnight. Her heart beat fast from a mix of anger and leftover desire. “We need ground rules, Tatum. Tonight. This cannot blow up our careers. Meet me at the empty training facility in thirty minutes. Do not argue.”

A text. Come to the 21st floor. 8 p.m. Don’t make me come to you. — D.W. Her stomach twisted into knots. She told herself she could ignore it. But something about the way the words were written made ignoring impossible. It wasn’t a request. It was a statement. She didn’t know how he got her number. She didn’t need to. Men like him didn’t ask. They took. ⸻

How the hell she hasn't gotten herself fired baffles me. Her big eyes staring intently at me, hoping I would answer. All I did was stare at her soft looking lips. They were inviting and tempting. Since I got locked up in this hell hole, I haven't been sexually active, not that I wanted to be but Sky, she's awakened that monster and it's not going back in anytime, well at least not until it gets what it wants.

A velvet pouch I had ordered three weeks ago and left sitting there like a quiet intention. It was filled with a kegel ball set. Smallest to largest. Stainless, smooth and weighted… and exactly right for exactly this. I held the pouch in my hand for a moment. Thought about the documentary. The stretch. Her voice asking how it felt. I thought about Samantha lying in her bedroom right now waiting with her barely used cunt, because I knew she'd only ever fucked that one boy, Wally. And now, she had no idea… What I was going to show her.

There were no condoms that could fit me, so I was very lucky and I didn’t get any girls pregnant because I sure popped a lot of cherries and they kept coming back for more. My name is Brian, I am 21 years old and still live at home. I was the football team quarterback in high school, but I did not want to go to college. After I graduated I wanted to start my own Cyber Security business, so I built my own man cave in our basement, so in short I still live at home. I have been working on creating a hot-wife website to make lots of money from p**n.