Adult Interactive Stories Novels & Stories

She swallowed and smiled up at him. Another morning, she woke him with her pussy instead of her mouth. She straddled his face first. Jasper licked her until she came. Then she sank down onto his cock and rode him slowly. Her breasts bounced above him. He sucked her nipples while she moved. Another deep creampie ended the session. Jasper became completely addicted. His workouts at the gym felt easier with the constant sex. His body stayed strong. Vivienne praised him every time. “Such a good toy for me,” she whispered after each fuck.

♕𝑊𝐴𝑅𝑁𝐼𝑁𝐺𝑆♕ 𓆙mature content𓆙 𓆙contains abusive stuffs𓆙 𓆙murder𓆙 𓆙non-consensual / dubious consent sexual activities𓆙 Iғ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ᴄᴏᴍғᴏʀᴛᴀʙʟᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀɴʏ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇsᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ. Iᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ғᴏʀᴄɪɴɢ ᴀɴʏᴏɴᴇ ᴛ� � ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴍʏ ʙᴏᴏᴋ. Don't copy my work. This is based on my imagination.

He thrusts his fingers in and out slowly, making my orgasm build embarrassingly quick. Gavin thrusts a little faster, leaning over to whisper. "Do you like that babygirl?" I bite my lip and nod my head slowly. He smiles, and whispers. "Do you want to cum on my fingers babygirl? Let me taste you!" A soft moan escapes my lips and I close my eyes, nodding my head. He thrusts a little faster, pressing hard on my clit and my eyes fly open. Oh fuck. I'm going to cum, on the couch, watching a scary movie, with my brother's dad's fingers inside me. The worst part, I am loving everything he is making me feel right now.

Jennifer: Shrug emoji. I decided to take a different tack. This time, rather than pick safe, general stories, I chose a bunch of different categories and sent my favorites from each. One was romantic, about a couple falling in love. The next was about a wife who sleeps with another man. Another had a husband bringing in his best friend for a threesome. I chose one that had some bondage (not my thing, but I picked a story that was highly rated). I sent a Lesbian story and a Gay male one (again, I relied on the ratings). I linked a story about watching two people have sex in the woods, and one about a girl riding a sybian for the first time. I skipped two categories: nonconsent and incest. As

For this reason, I decided to move all then into strange short stories, that is already a storybook of different themes. The w******l policy does not allow me to remove or delete those books, so they will remain there but as a "paused" book. You can find only the introduction of those books on w******l and no else more. But there you can find some covers I made for those stories and that I can not upload here. The stories of a single chapter will continue to be published, of course. Each volume of Strange short stories will have 3 medium-sized stories and about 10 short stories.

It made my knees weak. I moved to his wardrobe, pulled out one of his shirts, and pressed it to my face. The fabric still carried his smell. My eyes fluttered closed as I breathed him in deeply. *Just this once,* I told myself. *Then I’ll stop.* I hiked up my nightdress, leaned against the wardrobe, and slipped my fingers between my soaked folds. I was already dripping. It didn’t take long. I rubbed slow circles over my clit at first, then pushed two fingers inside, fucking myself while inhaling his scent. I came hard, biting my lip to stay quiet, his shirt still pressed against my nose.

I just got an idea for one of the last chapters, and I thought it might be fun to involve the loyal active readers into helping me with it. After all, isn't the interactive part of this app and the ability to sometimes impact the story through comments one of the best features? If you were one of the many victims, what questions would you have for Margie, Stephanie, Luna Jane, or Alpha Randall? What questions do you have generally that have not yet been answered? Comment below and you may be surprised at how your questions/ comments are used tomorrow.

Dedication For the insecure ones who can’t take a leap of faith To the friend-zoned souls, wishing, praying, hoping To best of friends harboring unsatisfied carnal desires For romantic readers who fancy the thrill of intimacy, expressed, displayed, and told of in ecstatic rawness A life to you, a story to them, and a memory to keep. This one is for you. Enjoy, feel and live this moment in fullness. *** Millie groaned and rubbed the vibrator softly over her wet core under the sheets, sending ecstatic electric shivers all over her body. She pushed back the sadness and guilt at the back of her head and just focused on the sensation the toy was giving to her pussy.

THE NEXT STORY Kira It’s New Year’s Eve, and in just a couple hours, this miserable, sexless year will finally die. Twelve months. No sex. No close calls. Not even a halfway decent kiss. Just me, my vibrator, and the hollow kind of ache that doesn’t go away no matter how many times you take the edge off alone. It’s not like I’ve been holding out for candlelight and grand gestures. I just want someone to take control, to ruin me in a way that doesn’t ask permission or apologize afterward.

"Then how about this? What if you pack me some of the beef stew you're gonna make? That way, I get something from it too. I'm sure that sounds fair for you, right?" He laughed, and again, he ruffled my hair 'You're a really interesting guy, Black, but alright. I really can't win against you. Do you wanna just eat dinner at our house then?" Aunt Autumn's gonna be home tomorrow, so as long as I text her where I am, then I'm sure it's fine. "That sounds great."