Adjective Stories Novels & Stories

Some stories started with hate. This one ended with everything.

I hated that at this moment I wanted to touch them, I almost gave in to the pull. My cock throbbed painfully, making a hiss escape my lips. “Don't worry. I would get you some help,” I said, as I took off my coat, came closer to wrap it around her. She crawled towards me immediately, "Help …me,” she whispered, voice hoarse, hot breaths fanning my skin. I paused, ignored the way my heart stuttered and covered her up. “She's ours. I would help my mate,” my wolf, Sade, growled again —persistant. I could feel the vibration in my cord, the way my bulge didn't seem to stop growing.

That sounds great. After we bought groceries, we walked to his house, but it wasn't like anything I expected. It was a small apartment that looked a little run-down. When we got inside, it was cramped. It wasn't like our house, but it somehow felt comfier. Is this why he was thinking so hard if he should make beef stew or something? "Sorry for our house." Al said as he placed the groceries down in the kitchen. "It's just my mom and I, so we can't really afford anything fancier than this."

Her words flowed effortlessly, painting a new story—the story of Theo and Mama Hazel, of nighttime adventures and endless dreams, of love that knew no bounds and a bond that transcended the ordinary. As she penned the final lines of the story, a sense of peace settled within Mama Hazel. The power of storytelling had once again worked its magic, not only in Theo's dreams but also in her own heart, reaffirming the timeless truth that the greatest stories are those written with love, shared with joy, and woven into the fabric of our lives.

Updates for this series will be twice or thrice a week, with a full upload of a story, not chapter-by-chapter updates, depending on my school schedules. What fantasy do you have? Comment on it, and you might be lucky enough to get your story chosen.

I smile at my daughter and say, “Over medium, please.” Then she looks at Gabriel, fighting a smile. “Can you eat better than you can dance?” The girls erupt into laughter, and Gabriel holds his hands up in defeat. “Look at it this way, ladies: I gave you a great story.” Britanya looks between me and Gabriel and winks. “Doesn’t seem like the story’s over.”

“Tell me how bad you need a real cock destroying your ass.” “I need it,” I cried out, bouncing frantically now, tits swinging, ass clapping as I rode the toy. “I want a thick real dick pounding my asshole raw… stretching me wider than this… filling me with cum while I scream. Fuck….I’m gonna cum with it in my ass!”

Before Adrian I was just a regular nineteen year old dating Jordan, that sweet creative guy with the camera who actually made me laugh instead of just making me cum until I couldn’t walk. Jordan. Twenty four years old with those messy dark curls and hands that knew exactly how to grip my hips when he fucked me slow and deep on his old couch. I missed the way he’d eat my pussy for hours making me squirt all over his face while whispering how tight and sweet I tasted. Not like Adrian who just took what he wanted hard and fast then bought me diamonds to shut me up. My clit pulsed at the thought and I cursed my body for getting worked up again in the middle of all this mess.

She brought both breasts back to my penis and wet them again, and brought them back to my mouth. The next moment, she straddled me again, and checked my bondage's for tightness. I could definitely not move my hands or my legs. "Do you know what I read recently?" "No, what?" "I read a story that you posted online. It was called 'I want you to feed me'." I stared blankly,I'd forgotten that she read my sex stories online, sometimes, especially this one. "Uhhh yes well..." "Do you remember writing the story, do you remember what it was about?" As she questioned me, she was humping her open pûssy over the head and shaft of my cock.

she panted. Angel's voice was humor laced with arrogance as he replied, “I doubt if he would approve.” His voice sent a shiver up and down her spine and she could feel her orgasm coming. Angel watched her face, then yanked his fingers back. Then in a sultry voice against her mouth, he said, “You see, I know a thing or two about edging.” She stared at him in disbelief and watched as he brought long, strong fingers to his mouth and licked her juices off them.