Casanova Stories Novels & Stories

I wanted to go with him and see how different they do things here considering it makes more than the other sex club Bishop runs. I was about to leave when Cassian stopped me, reminding me how he has been my wingman since we were in cribs so I stayed. His logic was preposterous but I was intrigued, too invested in the love story between playboy bachelor Cassian and the stripper that had him swoon without even touching him. The stories he told us about their encounters were surreal. According to him, she is playing hard to get with him, it's what she does.

The fact I was about to live out my long yearned fantasy… or the fact that it was with strangers that didn’t bother with names. I was naked. A sharp breath sliced the air…from who? I wasn’t sure “You’re so sexy,”Mr Cinnamon whispered in my ear. He smelt like cinnamon,hence the name. Cinnamon, green eyes, brown hair…strangers yet I had a feeling I would never forget these strangers for the rest of my life. Every doubt I might have harbored vanished the second I felt cinnamon’s fingers graze my folds. “And you’re so wet..” his breath was heavier

Ever since that day, Cassey stopped writing stories during the day, and writes every dawn instead. Cassey started writing at a young age. When she was 11, she was triggered by a traumatic experience that she can never tell to anyone, so she resorted into writing instead. She has been writing romance novels lately, but it is not her favorite genre. She loves to write psychological stories that expressed female rage. The first story she wrote was entitled "Snow White's Apple". It tells the story of a young girl who wishes to be Snow White, so she can have a stepmother who will hand her a poisoned apple. The main character wishes to end her suffering and flee eternally from her abusive biologic

He’d lean in close when we talked, his hand brushing mine, his eyes full of dirty promises. I was actually confused by this though, why would a brother be so vulgar with his brother’s woman? Was that how easy it was in their world? Alessandro watched it all in silence. His jaw would clench. His eyes would darken. His hand would tighten around his glass until his knuckles turned white. But he didn’t say a word. He just simmered. I loved it. I wanted him to lose control, maybe then he’d pin me to a wall again and fucking touch me!

✦ ✦ ✦ That whole month changed everything inside me. I wasn’t just chasing his cock anymore. At first, yeah, I studied like crazy so he would fuck me stupid after every session. But the more he praised me for getting questions right, the more I wanted to actually earn it. He told me once, while his cock was still buried inside me, “I only marry intelligent women, Kassy. Not lazy brats.” Those words hit me deep. I wanted him to see me as more than just a tight teenage hole he could bend over the desk. I wanted him to look at me and think I was worth keeping. So I started studying for real. Chemistry started clicking. Biology made sense. My grades jumped from Cs to solid As. Mum was shocked an

"Used to be. Gave it up when the stories started costing more than they were worth." That answer carried weight, the kind that invited questions but also warned against them. I set the mug on the low table in front of me and leaned forward slightly. "What kind of stories?" "The kind that get people hurt when they come out wrong. Or when they don't come out at all." I felt a flicker of recognition then, something tugging at the back of my mind like a half-remembered name. "You sound like someone who has been burned by the industry."

I ordered pizza for us and as they gamed, I fired up the laptop in my bedroom, curious to read the stories he'd been stroking to yesterday. As I read story after story, I was shocked both at the content of the stories and by what these stories were doing to me. My pussy was on fire, and my left hand slowly pleasured myself as I read each incestuous story. Some of the stories had dominant sons seducing their mothers, while others had powerful daughters dominating their mothers, while still others were more intimate and egalitarian in the sexual relationships between sons and mothers. I'd never even remotely considered my children in a sexual way, but yesterday's events of my son's masturbatio

🍷 3🍷 Cassie’s stomped her way through the crowd ignoring her husband, she grabbed a glass on her way and made towads the Deck of the cruise. “ all he cares about is making more money”, she said as she gulped the glass down, “and here I thought thils will give us time to spend together, but as usual he always sees everything as business opportunity”, she said to no one in particular and turned again. She sighted Domingo talking eagerly with business partners. she turned back In anger.

today was a good day. This is the end of Book Three. This story will continue in Book Four, The Gentle Dragon, Kaylani and Everett’s story, coming soon.

Someone else pinched and twisted my nipples until I cried out in pleasure. Then they flipped me. Now it was time for my ass. Two guys lifted my hips and one slid into my pussy while the other pressed his cock against my asshole. Double penetration, pussy and ass at the same time. The ass guy went slow at first, letting my tight ring stretch around his fat head. Once he was in, they both started moving deep, steady thrusts that made me feel stuffed full. Their cocks rubbed against each other through the thin wall inside me, and I was airtight now when a third cock filled my mouth again. Three holes, all filled, and three big cocks owning me completely.