Belly Riding Stories Novels & Stories

"As long as my customer is not the Princess Peach, I'm the best employee you can get." Karmen dropped three omelets during breakfast alone. The last, which landed on a bald guy's shirt, came while I was on a transcontinental phone call from Celie. "What was that noise? I know that noise! No! Don't tell me! It was a breaking dishes noise!" "Jet-skiing? Wow, Celie, you're on fiyaaah!" "When they untie me, Miss. Kononovich, you better watch out for yourself!"

I'm completely bald now but that is nothing to bother about since I just tie a scarf around my heard . In this passed month every wish of mine has come true . I feel pain at every inch of my body but I'm willing to endure it since I know my end is near .25th December 2006 . I feel very weak please help me God I don't want to die. I wrote my last word on to my journal as I struggled to get to the bell mum had placed near my night lamp . Falling from bed with the big "Boom "I managed to press the bell before finally drowning in darkness . " Irene ,Irene !!!"

Fann’s hands tightened on her waist momentarily, then his lips brushed her ear as he replied, “Keep talking that way mo Leannan Aingidh and we will have to find a way to keep you quiet while you ride me under the stars.” He set her on the ground and kissed her lips hard, leaving her breathless when he pulled back. He kept his hands on her waist while she got her footing. “I would not be surprised if your legs tremble some. Riding bareback is different.” “I don’t appear to be having as much trouble as Breagha, but my legs are complaining some.”

She smiled shyly, reached behind to unhook the bra, and allowed the straps to slide down her arms while holding the cups to her body. "Perfect, baby girl, nice and slow," he encouraged, lightly stroking himself. She slowly let the cups fall and they snagged on her erect nipples before she let the bra drop to the floor. He groaned. She could see him touching himself and felt herself growing wet. "Now, baby girl, I want you to tell me a story," he directed. She looked at him in surprise. "A story?" she asked. "You know the one," he answered, arching one eyebrow. "Once upon a time, Bella went to Greece with her friends, and she had a threesome."

I straddled him with a challenging smile, gripping the thick base and lining the fat head up in my entrance. “You sure, you can ride me?” I laughed. “With a little help, I can ride you all night.” He chuckled and gripped my hips on each side to steady me. I placed my palms on his chest and sank down slowly, inch by thick inch, on his throbbing cock. We moaned together. “Fuck!” I stopped when my ass rested against his heavy balls and my swollen belly pressed on his abs. “Oh my god—yes…” I gasped, eyes rolling back.

TALES OF INSTANT LUST - SHORT READS Preface Greetings, Reader Welcome to a world where passion flares up in the most unexpected places, where lust takes the stage, and where desire never waits. The concept behind "Tales of Instant Lust" was that not all love stories have to be quiet or poetic. Irresistible chemistry, unsaid tension, and raw hunger can sometimes express more than a thousand romantic words ever could. Designed for people who want their fantasies to be served quickly, hot, and unrestrained, these stories are brief, intense, and explicitly sexy.

“Ride me. Show me how much you’ve wanted this.” I sank down slowly at first, gasping at the stretch. “So big… filling me completely.” Then I moved, hips grinding in circles before bouncing harder. The bed creaked under us as I rode him intensively, our bodies slapping together. “Talk to me. Tell me how wrong this feels.”

Matthew rasped huskily against my ear. "Do you like it, baby? Like that... does it feel good? Does your husband feel good to you, hmm?" I couldn't even form a proper answer. The only things escaping my lips were continuous moans and tears brought on by the intense pleasure, the heat, and the heavy emotions weighing down my chest, knowing this might be our final night. I could feel the sheer size of his manhood reaching the deepest parts of me, making me nearly lose consciousness from the unbearable sensitivity and ecstasy he gave me.

He stood up, the movement fluid and dangerous, and grabbed my hair to tilt my head back. "On your knees, Blaire," he commanded, his voice a dark, jagged rasp. "Take it." I slid off the counter, my legs shaking so hard I nearly collapsed. I sank to the floor, my knees hitting the cold tile. Raymond reached for his belt, the heavy metal buckle clinking as he tore it open. He shoved his dark trousers down, and I saw it. He was massive, his cock dark, engorged, and pulsing with a frantic life of its own. I reached out, my fingers trembling as I wrapped them around his thick girth, and then I took him in.

“Then maybe that’s your answer.” Later that night, Ryan stood by his window. The streetlights blurred in the distance. His inbox pinged again a reply from L. Tansey, offering a call. He didn’t answer yet. Instead, he opened a blank page. And he typed: “A Story That Doesn’t Belong To You” by Ryan Calloway He stared at the title for a long moment. Then under it, he wrote: “This isn’t a story about revenge. It’s about reclaiming.” Two weeks later.