Butt Crack Stories Novels & Stories

' (It's her innocence, she is not daring). It is an insult of the king of the Ard but he didn't mind that and even he answered her very humbly, "I was not aware of it, tell me more about your village, but before that do you know what that place was where we met?" 'Of course yes, that place is near the pond is an abandoned temple of lord Hukura, the ancient people of my tribe used to worship him. But later when they found that Hukura was not a god, he was lying and he was also cheating people for his benefits. My ancestors one night when he was sleeping in his room, they burnt the whole temple. But nobody knows why the temple wasn't destroyed even in that kind of destructive fire. In the firs

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!

Feeling tired of the dance we have been doing, I wait for Lucas to lunge at me once more. He does not disappoint and does exactly that and I hit him in the throat then get hold of his front leg. He scratches me with the right while I break the left then throw him to the ground. He whimpers in pain, and I charge forward but I stop in my tracks when a number of warriors suddenly appeared bearing their canines and growling at me.

Sometimes it was better to let things play out. “Mm. Old man Cabbage asked me to come over today. He says the weird noises are back.” Old man Cabbage was the oldest man in the village at ninety-three years old, yet he was a fit as a fiddle. He lived alone in an extremely old house that creaked even more than the orphanage. His wife died a long time ago and unfortunately they never had any children of their own. After Anderson and Carson went over a few times to help fix certain things in his house, he took a great liking to them both. He considered them his children and grandson. Understanding that, both young men could not bring themselves to charge the old man. The old man insisted on payi

“Still want some? He asked. His deep baritone voice echoed through the room. My thighs trembled. I could feel the wetness flooding between my legs. My legs weakened, melting under his intense stare. In an instant, he swept me off my feet, placing me on the counter as he drew closer, sniffling me. He was all I wanted. My mind drifted to my boyfriend, he was too old to satiate my desires. I could easily be mistaken as an s*x freak, and he couldn’t handle the passion and fantasy burning within me, but with this stranger, his tantalizing touch awakened a hunger I couldn’t ignore. My thoughts spiraled the moment his lips lunged onto my skin. The softness and wetness of his mouth got me dripping e

If I hadn't pester my parents for support, James wouldn't have had the startup capital for his second business. Now that Sophia's husband was dead, she remembered James, a successful man from her past. I thought James had more sense, but when Sophia mentioned nude cycling, he jumped at the chance. I stepped up to James and raised my hand, ready to slap him. But he caught my hand mid-swing and raised his other hand to strike me. My cheek instantly swelled, and I spat out a mouthful of blood. As he prepared to hit me again, I pulled out my phone to call the police.

My determination, my grit—that's what got me here. What I want is to rewrite my fate—and my family's—on my own terms. Last time, my biggest mistake was letting myself get tangled in the mess of these rich kids and their petty games. This time? I wasn't about to make the same mistake.

“The Brut and the Bitch.” “Oh, good grief!” Bruce exclaimed with disgust and walked to the bar. “Ah, here’s a good paragraph,” Christopher said with a smirk. “Bruce smacked the mistress’s ass as he pressed his erection against her thigh. She reached up and grabbed the front of his brown hair –” “Stop it!” Bruce snapped. He dropped ice into a glass. Christopher and Trevor laughed. “All right, play the audio that says Story Time with Mistress B,” Trevor said as he leaned over the laptop.

Black's POV I could hear a knock on my door as I just finished fixing my bed. "Black, breakfast is ready downstairs." My aunt said. "I'll be back tonight." "Take care, Aunt Autumn." I replied. Autumn Vera, or Aunt Autumn as I call her, is my aunt that took me in after both my mom and dad passed away. She's a very kind person that agreed to take care of me despite not even talking properly with her before.

Each volume of Strange short stories will have 3 medium-sized stories and about 10 short stories. To make it easier to understand and more transparent, this chapter will be like a summary for this and the following volumes. Vol.2: medium stories: The antics of Bia's crew ( ABC) Bia comments on a crew of children of criminals, in an invisible ship. In this world full of magic, demonic beasts and restrictions, they live on the run, abandoned by their parents. Not being accepted anywhere in the world they have to survive on small illegal jobs and from time to time to plunder.