Novel & Cerita Am I Nympho

Chapter 1: TEASING MY BEST FRIEND AND GETTING MY PUSSY DEVOURED IN THE DRESSING ROOM I sway my hips as I walk through the upscale lingerie boutique, the soft lighting making my skin glow. At nineteen, I’m fully aware of what I am: a filthy little exhibitionist slut who gets dripping wet the second she feels eyes on her body. The thrill of being watched, admired, wanted — it’s my addiction. Today, I dragged my best friend Sophie along for “lingerie shopping,” but we both know it’s really about me putting on a show.

So now she was giving herself pep talks as she hugged herself out of the room. “Self-pleasure orgasms are still orgasms.” Her voice was fading down the hall. “And unless you find someone ready to take you roughly and forcefully, you’re definitely not getting fucked by a boy who barely knows what he’s doing.” That last bit was delivered with passion and sounds like a promise. So… she likes it rough. I knew the nymph I saw at the club was hiding somewhere inside her. I’m ready to play the long game for as long as she wants to pretend. But before she leaves my house, I will take that pussy and every other one of her wildest fantasies will be sacrificed at the altar of my Red Room.

My pulse stumbled, then raced. ‘Goddess, that would be such a good way to start the day, Ari,’ Nyra purred in my head. I rolled my eyes. ‘Shut up. Are you forgetting he’s going to punish us?’ ‘At least we’d get to see that those killer muscles before that. He was so hot tonight, I almost worshipped him.’ Killer muscles, indeed. I wasn’t surprised though. Nyra had always been a harlot disguised as a wolf. I shook my head and turned to face the wall, continuing to think about my pathetic fate.

the girl said. “That sorry nerd looked so dull next to him,” another woman's voice said. Such gossip. This didn’t even affect me in the least. “Nico is a dangerous man. I am worried about this geeky nerd.” The meek sound of another woman joined in. There was silence for a few seconds. “She is right. Nico is a handsome guy. A dangerous one. He doesn’t spare anyone if you cross him, piss him off, or lie to him. I think that guy is a psychopath.”

"The time you've spent with her, how you grew close too soon, how you refused double dates with Paris.. how you walked out there looking like you've seen a fucken ghost.. it adds up doesn't it.." I was lost for words... I sighed knowing there really was no way I could get out of this, "Nash..." He suddenly hit the glass that was in front of him and my body flinched when it shuttered on the tile.. "Fuck Amora Fuck!!!... deep down I was hoping this wasn't true.. for some fucken reason... what???? Are you a fucken dyke now?" I frowned, "Nash stop with the name calling and please calm down.."

Honour doesn't have my number. By reviving the call, I waited until the person got up first. I'm busy as hell and this person is wasting my valuable time. “Chad, you blocked my number?” I heard the same annoying voice, I can't remember her name. I was too drunk. Likewise, I learned to never drink in the daylight. But I was so frustrated about my nymph that I drank, that I slept with a stranger, that I gave her my number. I sure as hell didn't let her touch me. Because I'm triggered by touch. But even in that state, I could see my nymph. Before I started a social life, I practised a lot just for handshakes and now my nymph is playing tricks on me.

Why was he here? My question was answered as the Alpha pulled me closer and ripped the lingerie, exposing my bare breasts. “W...what are you doing?” I stuttered as I tried to cover my boobs. His lips curved into a smirk. “We, my love, We … you don’t get to fuck a nymph every day, and I always share. Now get on the bed,” he ordered. All the traces of color drained from my face while my heart sank into a bottomless pit. But, underneath the shock, excitement quivered, two men, one night.

Those details thankfully were only seen in her looks. As a Nymph, she appeared very tempting. Her kind were also known for their promiscuity. If she were his, he would enjoy taming her, take his time dominating her. That is where he had found her thoughts lately. Most times he had to reprimand myself for such internal musings and once again convince himself to wait till he know she was his for sure.

"I have been telling you that I understand. Just don't leave me frustrated." “You know what, Yen? Someone told me that a rape victim may develop a disorder called nymphomania.” My mouth dropped open. Nymphomania is an uncontrollable or excessive sexual desire in a woman. Am I a nymphomaniac? Was my desire for Kim a sign of my nymphomania? “Don’t get me wrong, dear. I just thought you might feel like one if we do it many times a day.” Zed was really something. I stood up to go to the bathroom. But when I was about to sit down on the bowl, I saw my panties and Kim’s navy-blue briefs hanging on a handlebar. There was even a smear of his cum on the crotch.

Amy sighed putting her head in her arms as she settled back into her chair while I was talking. “I don’t know but Ice Queen is not going to swing anymore.” “Okay then. Who do you want to be for the show and henceforth?” Amy asked, with she gestured at me like she was tired of it all. “Tiffany. It’s about time I be myself.” I replied. Amy looked at me and when she saw my determined expression that I was not willing to try and be anything else, she sighed. “God help us all.”