Backrooms Stories Novels & Stories

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.

Instead, as the women continued stroking my oversensitive body with soft, worshipping touches, a small, dangerous part of me whispered that I didn’t want them to stop. The women slowly withdrew their mouths and hands from my body, leaving me trembling and aching on the soft moss bed. My skin glistened with saliva and my own juices. I could barely catch my breath. Then they left the tent. I lay there, dazed, chest heaving, wondering if it was finally over. But moments later, they returned — each carrying something new. Thick, realistic strap-on cocks.

The kind that’s not going to tell you she washed her hair because it was covered in cum. My mind drifted back to last night or this morning, since I didn’t come back till 4am. I felt a sharp thrill as a memory of me riding a cock while the others feasted on my body, flashed through my mind. A small smile crept across the corners of my mouth. I still felt sore from all the places I had been ravished. A fantasy well lived…so much better than what I had imagined. I bet you’re wondering, how did I end up in a room with a bunch of strangers, living out my fantasy?

"He always has an excuse." "He doesn't know I'm only seven diary pages away from leaving him." "I got my period today, and the cramps were so bad I couldn't get out of bed. Dexter came home and brought me some painkillers without me asking." "He said it was the same kind he'd gotten for Brianna last time. She said they worked great, so they'd probably help me too." "I said thanks, but no thanks." "One page left. Then I'm done." The last page had only two lines.

It was the only thing that kept me from turning around and running as we entered the back hallway. The air back here was thick with heat and the kind of sounds that hit low—moans, skin slapping skin, the dull thud of bodies colliding with furniture that had definitely seen things. The walls practically pulsed with the scent of sex and sweat, humid and heavy like it was soaked into the paint.

TABLE OF CONTENTS Prologue CHAPTER ONE – ROAD TO RIYA CHAPTER TWO – APEX PREDATOR CHAPTER THREE – HUNTING PARTY CHAPTER FOUR – TRAPPED CHAPTER FIVE – CAPITAL’S TRUTH Bonus story  A BEAUTIFUL DAY TO DIE YOUNG * CHAPTER ONE – THE INVITE TO DEATH * CHAPTER TWO – BAD FRIENDS, BAD * CHAPTER THREE – CRUMBLING FLESH OF CHILDREN  THE BIRTH OF ERIC KANE  BLOODY METELE  WRONG TURN  MYSTERIES OF FATE  DOCTOR BROWN  LATE KATE FOSTER You are about to journey through a story or should I say stories of suspense and survival. The story of Roxanne, Eric Kane,,, Ariana, Thieves, and A Christian and an Atheist

Alicent’s POV My eyelids were already half falling when I reached my own room, too tired to even bother if someone saw me leave the basement. Shaking my head, I went to the bathroom for a quick bath and to refresh myself again. I was already soar from the fuck I have had with Noel and Manuel. To tell honestly, it was hard to identify who fucks the best. Manuel’s cock was a bit longer than Noel’s, but Noel’s was so massive that it broke my pussy’s wall when it entered me.

it was an erotic story ,titled the hot kidnapper) I raise an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in my eyes. I push off from the desk and walk closer, my heels clicking on the floor. “A story, huh? You think you can just walk in here and write a tale for me? How about you show me what you’re made of first? Tell me, what’s your fantasy? What gets you going in the dark?” I lean in, my breath warm against your ear, my large breasts pressing against your arm. (Pushing the paper to you I ask you to read it aloud ,you cheeks turn a faint red as you try to explain you brought the wrong story,I press a finger to your lips shushing you and telling you to read, you read it all)

When he finally pulled out, his cum started leaking down my thigh. We were not done. Cassian spun me around and bent me over the big armchair in the other corner of the living room. “Now this spot. Ass up, princess. I need to take you again before we unpack anything.” He slapped my ass lightly and thrust back into my cum-filled pussy from behind. “Ahhh… Cassian, you are still so hard. Fuck me over this chair too.” I gripped the armrest tight as he pounded deeper. “Yes, right there. It feels even better after you filled me.”

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