Am I Nympho Novels & Stories

Tears run down my cheeks. —I'm not like this. - I protest. - This is all your fault! You look at me like I'm the sexiest woman on hearth. You force me to walk around half naked... What's happening to me, Alex? —You are knowing your true nature, precious. - He whispers against my forehead, drying my tears with his thumbs and raining tiny kisses over my face. —You mean I'm ... I'm ... some kind of nympho? - I mumble ashamed. Hiding my face against his chest.

He must honestly care for her to worry for her like this. “You are well aware of the type of suffering a woman, especially a nymph, may endure when the master they serve takes a sexual interest in them,” I stated, not wanting to say it. I don’t think I could control myself if I did. Thinking that she was raped probably more than once triggers my Ares power. And this is not the time or place to unleash such destructive power.

“So what’s his deal?” Antony asks Cheyenne while helping her clean the dishes. Dinner time dishes are Cheyenne’s to do but Antony is helping her as she is tired after the long shift. “He was stuck in a mental asylum and he isn’t from here either he is a New Yorker.” She tells him while washing up the last plate. “How did he end up here in Chicago?” He wipes the plate and puts it on the rack. “I don’t know I didn’t want to make him uncomfortable with all the questioning but I know that he is madly in love with a girl and he wants to go to her.” She sighs while wiping her hand on the kitchen apron she is wearing. “Then why doesn’t he go to them? And he kind of creeps me out with his intense g

He even bid me a million dollars but I turned down his offer only because I did not feel anything for him. For my current position now, feelings and emotions should be the least of my concern but I am Femella Alcantara, the queen of all the "nymphs" as they all call us. Just like how the great Zeus desire these Greek creatures, so does these men below me will do anything, bet anything to get a taste of us as if we are just products in a market on sale.

Dan pointed out. "You have got to be kidding me." Ace bellowed in anger and started going after the nymphs. The nymphs laughed and climbed the trees to avoid the furious PRINCE cursing at them. "What's going on? Can someone please give me an explanation?" I said. Ignoring the fact the PRINCE Ace was shooting arrows at the nymphs, which was doing nothing since it would only go through them. The nymphs laughed at him making him even more furious. "The nymphs." Nate said. "Are creatures who can hear your inner thoughts. When they see you worthy, they will help fulfill your wish."

Only a woman's touch could come close to stirring anything within me. I pressed his face harder against me just to hear him choke. My laugh was bitter. “Do your best,” I whispered. “It won’t matter.” Inside, my thoughts spiraled. I wasn't doing this because of pleasure, or wait! It was for pleasure but not in that way. I'd get the pleasure when I kill him for not making me cum. Men were despicable creatures and each day, I look for an excuse to end one of them. My name is Nyx Fender. And I am an Alpha. Surprising, right? Because an alpha is never supposed to be a woman. But I am living proof that the rules don’t matter when the moon goddess chooses.

she snapped and angrily walked out of me. Succeeding making the drama queen angry. THIS IS NOT OVER YET. STACEY JONES!!!!!!!

Why am I doing this? Perhaps it is by simple curiosity, or perhaps because I am trying to understand who is really Isabelle beyond the image it projects. I continue to parade. A silk nightie appears, her half -elongated body on an immaculate bed. The light play on his skin accentuates the elegance of the cliché. A thrill travels my spine. I straighten up slightly on the sofa, as caught in the act. Shit. I realize that I went too far. With a quick gesture, I lock my phone and put it on the coffee table. I rub my face with both hands. This is just an I*******m account, nothing more. Isa's point of view

“I know why she’s here, Sir.” Before she could even say why she was there, Widler stood up and spoke for her. Mr. Pasyaw looks at him, confused. His forehead wrinkled. He glanced at the girl. She avoided it and stared at her feet. “She’s one of my fangirls. She’s been following me. I can’t believe you did this. You even entered my class. Aren’t you ashamed of yourself? I already told you to leave me alone.” He scanned her thoroughly. “I’m sorry, Miss, but you’re not my type.”

That she felt me here or some shit. Then again her nymph doesn't seem to give a fuck one way or another who's around, she's just who she is. A fucking modern day nymph. She probably picked up some shit from the human females around here and after my many years of living I can tell you, nymphs have nothing on some of the nasty shit a human female in heat can get up to.