Backrooms Stories Novels & Stories

A life spent looking backwards misses all the beauty that lies in front of it. Your parents aren’t perfect. You might have realize this. But you’re pretty darn smart. So, like I said before, we have to forgive ourselves or the coulda, woulda, shoulda, fear and anxiety will creep into a crack of our weaknesses, and overcome us. Please know we’re not perfect, and we will never claim to be. Our personal journeys have stories to tell. THAT’S for sure. When it comes time for stories, though, talk to me first… because chances are your father’s are going to be inappropriate. HA!

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

It was Clarissa. It sounded like she had even locked the shop door, probably to keep anyone else from coming in. Then she headed quickly toward the back storage room. Each step brought her closer. She seemed to be pulling off her pants as she walked. A second later, that same heat and wetness surrounded me again. Even though nothing had technically happened yet, the intense friction alone was enough to make my head spin. "Mmm…" This time, I couldn't hold it in. A long groan slipped out of my throat.

We came together trembling against the wall, my pussy spasming wildly around his thick cock as waves of intense pleasure crashed through me. I cried out his name, body shaking uncontrollably while he groaned loud and pumped me full of hot, thick cum, pulse after pulse flooding deep inside my cunt. The rush left us both breathing hard, bodies locked together as the last tremors faded. As we finished, still trembling and joined, the front door opened early downstairs. Heavy footsteps followed and the renovation foreman called out loudly, “Hello? Anyone home? I need to discuss some changes to the plans right now.” We froze, Ryan’s cock still buried inside my cum-filled pussy, hearts pounding as

Slower this time, grinding deep, making me feel every inch. “Say it again,” he demanded, reaching around to stroke me. “I’m yours, Vincenzo. Your hole. Your captive. Please don’t stop.” Round three he flipped me on my back, legs over his shoulders, staring into my eyes as he bred me again. I came hands-free, shooting across my chest while my hole milked him dry. He followed with a deep groan, pumping another load into me. We went four rounds total. By the end I was a shaking, cum-soaked mess, leaking everywhere, completely wrecked in his arms. He held me close, one big hand stroking my back almost tenderly.

I guess I'll just grab the vibrator and go somewhere else. I heard another voice. A guy whimpering just the same way Jeremiah did. My hand froze on the handle. No. She wouldn't. I pushed the door open. Rebecca was on her knees with her mouth full and Jeremiah's hand twisted in her hair thrusting inside her mouth fast. Their eyes were shut thight so they didn't see me immediately. “Ahhh mhmm…”, Jeremiah groaned as thick white cum filled Rebecca's mouth and spilling down her chin dripping onto my floor .

Hayn was. 'Hurry!" That was when it all started, the moment my life changed completely and I was turned into a completely different person. This is a story of a time when the whole world almost collapsed and humanity almost went extinct. But that time had already passed by and the world was sent into this completely different world where humans are not the main occupying species of the planet, the monsters had taken over.

They were misfits. Misfits healing misfits. Would you like to continue this tone into Chapter 6, where Johnny and Minnie’s past begins to subtly surface?

My life with Liam used to be peaceful and happy until his childhood friend Eva came back. She was supposed to be another Alpha's Luna from a different pack, and we were supposed to have nothing to do with each other. But not long ago, her Alpha died in a pack war. She returned to the pack and forced her way into our lives under the Beta title Liam had granted her as an exception. At first, Liam showed no particular reaction to her arrival. Or at least it seemed that way on the surface. Until the two of them started spending more time together over pack matters. Until Liam became a rare presence at night. Until after Liam found out I was pregnant and gave me that so-called prenatal medicine.

Chapter 9: Black Backbreaker The hallway throbs, a pulsing chamber of raw sensation. Her moans, broken and blissful beneath his kiss, are a symphony of surrender that fuels his relentless drive. He feels her body arching against him, her hips grinding, a desperate, unbidden response to his every thrust. Her legs, wrapped tight around his waist, pull him deeper, locking him in, an anchor to her unravelling. Her mouth, hot and pliant beneath his, accepts his demanding kiss, swallowing his urgency, silencing her fading protests. The wet slap of their skin against the wall, the rhythmic thwack of flesh on flesh, is a drumbeat to their descent into primal ecstasy.