Best Eunuch Stories Novels & Stories

I wrote this down in my notepad . I quickly got up and turned my head hearing voices behind me . " Did you think you could run , I love to play hide and seek . Would you like to see what I do to them after finding them ? I punish them just like I'm about to do ." He spat out . Please leave me I'm begging you just kill me , death would be better than a life like this . " SHUT UP " He shouted . "Guys lock her up ." He said to his subordinate ." No, please leave me , don't do this , I'm begging you , leave me ! " I shouted with all my might but to blocked ears . I'll never be strong please leave me. I shouted as I exited the room . How I wish I could have amnesia. That way I would be able to e

He flipped his hair and continued to frame the eunuch in his crime, “second, what this guard says is true. They met on the north side of Xania Palace. Where Prince Riyo lives. . . . And that northern part is abandoned. There were no people but the guard happened to pass by because the prince's dog ran north. Third, this letter is not the handwriting of the eunuch but the handwriting of a servant. It is obvious from this calligraphy that the writer did not know how to write. My point is, the eunuch used the servant to write everything down. If something happened and this culprit failed, he could just easily blame the servant for being the mastermind. Even if the servant says the truth, no one

She lightly flipped her hair, revealing her smooth, icy arms, making her bust appear more prominent, like sudden rising hills. Kiran thought of the feeling of holding Lilian Yanes today and wished even more to hold his own wife — it felt right! "Hurry up and massage me!" Snow turned and walked towards the resting room. Watching her beautiful back, Kiran touched his nose and thought to himself, "How did I end up playing the role of an eunuch?" Thinking of eunuchs, he felt it was exactly so. After all, only an eunuch could be with such a beautiful woman without engaging in conjugal acts.

She moaned so loudly that even a hotel staff cleaning outside could hear them. The staff became excited and tried to look through the keyhole as it was already night and chances of someone catching him was slim. He saw a couple going wild in bed together. He notices a beautiful woman who was Sunna completely naked getting smashed by her lover. He couldn't control himself but watch them through a keyhole. Then he went to the washroom and masterbate fantasising about Sunna 's hot body . He soon cummed.

My eyes sure glinted with irritation and he seemed to be enjoying every bit of this because of the sheen of amusement in his gaze. "And he is an eunuch." My words were so loud for everyone to hear and dramatic gasps came from all corners of the room, "He had an affair with a king's wife and the rest is history." I added a hint of sadness to my tone and everyone bought it with pitiful awwns except Orian who wasn't impressed and looked like he was going to choke me. He stared me down with his steel mean gaze and I flashed him my teeth before seeping my juice. And then the questions of how we fell in love began and we didn't have any answers, we just stared at each other with pretend smiles tha

What I found was a world of explicit, detailed stories about aunts and nephews. Stories of seduction, of secret affairs, of dominant young men and submissive older women. I read one, then another. My face grew hot, my breathing shallow. Without even consciously deciding to, my hand slipped under the waistband of my linen trousers, my fingertips finding my clit, already sensitive from last night. The stories were graphic, filthy, and utterly compelling. They painted pictures of aunts who were initially reluctant but secretly hungry, who were awakened by their nephew's bold desire. They talked about submission, about being called names, about the thrill of the forbidden.

It felt too good, I arched against the sofa, flexing my hips against his face. I moved a hand then over my pussy, spreading the lips apart for him to see. “Touch yourself,” He ordered. “Touch your pussy, feel how wet you've become. How wet I make you.” I rubbed on my cunt over and over until I was certain I would lose my mind. My juices coated my fingers and Enrique grabbed them, sucking on them, lapping up my juices. That only got me wetter. It was the hottest thing I had ever seen. I pressed my thighs together, watching as he licked my fingers clean, let out a deep groan and pushed my thighs apart.

HER forbidden desire! I'm Michael Alonso, a 34 year old single History teacher and my life is about to go upside down by meeting one of my newest students from abroad named Jessica..... She's his student......HIS forbidden fruit!!

“More than I asked for. I wanted to be used until I couldn’t think. Until nothing else existed. You did that.” Someone else spoke from behind me—rougher voice, Eastern European accent. “You cried a lot at the end. Looked like you were drowning. We almost stopped.” “I wasn’t drowning,” I rasped. “I was… feeling everything. Too much. All at once. It was terrifying. And perfect.” I laughed once—short, broken. “I hate that it was perfect.” Quiet laughter answered from several directions. The bearded man helped me sit back on my heels. “You took every cock in this room twice. Some of us three times. You squirted more than any girl we’ve had. You begged for it even when you were sobbing. That’s no