Basement Yard Fanfic Novels & Stories

If love was painful then u don’t want to experience it and ever hurt a woman the way my mother was hurt. I left her then because other matters needed my attention. Dante’s voice outside the door told me there was someone in the basement. The basement has its own geometry: narrow corridors that smell of damp concrete and oil, where secrets are dragged out into the light. It is where things that people hide upstairs get solved downstairs.

“You can use anything you like whilst you're here, the gym is in the basement and we have a full length pool down there too.” She smiled. I pressed my lips on hers, kissing her passionately, slipping my tongue in pulling her closer to me. She was so intoxicating I couldn’t get enough of her. She wrapped her legs around me as I deepened the kiss she moaned fuck my dick twitched goign hard this girl will be the death of me. I slowly eased myself inside her, taking gentle thrusts as she moaned into my kiss, taking me over the edge making me go crazy as I started to slam into her every thrust deeper and harder than the last as she moaned out loudly. I slammed harder and faster, she fell apart ar

He held his toolbox and the keys he brought out from his grease-stained jean pocket to me, placing the key at the top of the toolbox before extending his hands out to me. “Get this to the basement, would you baby girl?” “Yes, my love.” “Go get yourself a decent young boyfriend, Rose; leave your old dad for the older ladies.” I heard Miss B say as I went for the assigned errand, I got to my room to take a torchlight with me firstly The door leading to the stairs of the basement clicked quietly as I opened it, it's the coldest region of the house as it never received sunlight. Using my torchlight as a light source, I put it on, pointing it downward.

Layla Ever since that horrible incident, I've been closed off. Basil doesn't like it hell I don't like it. When I came out the bathroom that night some guy reeking of alcohol came onto me, I tried yelling for Basil but he covered my mouth. I felt his grabby hand try to reach under my dress as I struggled underneath him. As soon as Basil came around the corner and took in what was happening he shot the guy in the knee, he shot him in the other knee too. Now I'm sitting in the bedroom and moping. Basil comes into the room a stern look upon his face.

I said as he started to laugh. “That part you can do alone, I’ll wait outside, but I’ll still be there,” he said. “This is personal.” “Fuck you, if I’d met her first she’d be mine,” Basil said as I glared at him. “She was mine long before she even knew you existed,” I said. “It’s the piercing isn’t it?” “It’s magic,” I said. “Get some rest, Gideon’s a man of his word, come tomorrow morning Kurt Greer will be in the basement cell,” Basil assured me.

The basement was dim, lit only by the old string lights we used for holiday parties, casting soft gold over the worn leather couch and the big sectional rug. Alex was waiting, shirtless in gray sweatpants, cock already straining against the fabric, eyes dark with intent. He didn’t speak. He just crooked a finger. I walked straight to him. The second I was close enough, he grabbed my waist, lifted me like I weighed nothing, and slammed me back against the basement support pillar—the thick wooden beam in the center of the room. My legs wrapped around his hips instinctively. He kissed me hard, filthy, teeth nipping my bottom lip, tongue fucking my mouth while his hands ripped my tank up and off

I knelt behind, tongue diving into her pussy while she stifled moans into her arm. 'Eat me out...make me cum quick, ahh!' My fingers joined, scissoring inside her until she quivered, juices dripping down my wrist. Afternoon, with Aiden napping off his carb coma, we descended to the basement rec room...dimly lit, furnished with an old leather couch that creaked under our weight. She pushed me down and mounted reverse cowgirl, her ass cheeks spreading as she sank onto my cock, pussy enveloping me inch by inch.

Thank God for this pull-out storage; we were hidden except for Callahan’s head, peering at my daughter. “Mr. Barclay,” Jessy muttered, not correcting him. “Where’s E…” she cleared her throat. “Mom?” “Basement,” he answered briefly, his other hand grabbing my hips to stop me from moving. “Basement?” Jessy snorted. “This is the basement, Mr. Barclay.” “I know,” he answered in a low voice. “She’s in the basement’s basement.” He cursed inwardly and forced me to arch my back. I bit my bottom lip hard, clenching my fists against the wall as my body quivered.

I slide off the table onto the basement floor and lie there in a puddle of cum and sweat and my own squirt. I'm wrecked. Every hole is used. Every inch of skin is marked. My glasses are somewhere under the couch. My sweater is in shreds by the stairs. I’m lying on a basement floor covered in six men’s cum. My phone buzzes on the couch and I reach for it. It's a text from Kenzie. “Did you have fun?? Details tomorrow bitch.” I look at the text. I look at the six men sprawled across the furniture, spent, sweaty, grinning.

Jake followed without a word, already adjusting the growing bulge in his jeans. The finished basement was our playground, big sectional couch, dim lights, soundproof enough that no one upstairs would hear shit. I locked the door behind us. Kyle didn’t waste time. He shoved Jake against the wall and kissed him hard, tongues sliding, hands already tugging at clothes. I watched for a second, cock twitching in my sweats, then joined them.