Cringe Stories Novels & Stories

Climbing onto the desk felt clumsy and degrading, the papers crinkling under my bare ass as I sat on the edge first, then leaned back a bit on my elbows, spreading my legs apart as he had ordered, my thighs trembling from the effort and the shame. Why is my body reacting like this?

The build is quick, and since I'm still sensitive, I climax fast, hoping we can do this over and over again. This Creampie Massage.

"That's my dare. Tom, I dare you to tell us the most perverted, fucked up thing you've ever done. And you better tell the truth." "Hey," I said with a grin, "Truth is better than fiction. Alright, let me think. 'Most fucked up' is kind of subjective." I pondered a few different stories I could tell, and settled on the one I bragged about most to the boys on the football team. "OK, I know the story for you. So you guys remember Greg and Gina Fosters?" "The twins who moved away last year?" Matt asked. "Greg was kind of hot. Decent dick," Sarah said offhandedly, making Matt wince.

In 1983 a Mrs Carson of New York was laid out in our coffin, presumed dead of hear disease. As mourners watched, she suddenly sat up, alive as you or I. Unfortunately her daughter dropped dead of fright on the spot. I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy!I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon.

The kind of smirk that said you'll be dripping down your thighs before breakfast is done. He was right. And I was seconds from breaking in front of my best friend. I couldn't take it anymore. "I—uh, I'll grab some more juice," I muttered, pushing back from the table, hoping Layla wouldn't notice the shake in my voice. She barely looked up. "Cool, grab me some too?" "Sure," I breathed, practically fleeing into the kitchen. I gripped the counter, trying to catch my breath. My thighs were sticky, aching. That man was going to ruin me—and I didn't even want to stop him.

I lay face down in the snow, my stomach cramping so badly that I couldn't straighten up. My body hurt, but what cut deeper was the chill in my heart. Owen Schultz stood protectively in front of Sandy Hatfield, his voice dripping with disgust. "Brooke Greer, can you stop being such a buzzkill? Sandy was just teaching me how to switch edges, and she got a little carried away. You're the one with a weak body who insisted on coming to the slopes, and now you're here faking an injury and playing the victim. Get up already. Don't embarrass us."

And I felt that they wanted to leave already and ran as fast as they could. Embarrassment was written on their faces. But I eased those by shaking my head. I told them I wanted it as much as they did. Marhenry hesitated still, so I continued. I added that I made a hole in my underwear for them, that I expected they would pay me a visit in my bedroom which they did. Marhenry finally took what I said and brought back his face to my wetness. I swear he just ate me so fucking good that I exploded in my mouth.

Laughing, I took my phone out, snapped several photos of her, and uploaded them to my social media account. "Ma'am, I think it's pretty pathetic of you to be eating in someone else's apartment that you've been hogging. Since you're acting like such a greedy pig, I might as well turn this place into a pigsty for you!" Anna's mother trembled with rage. Even the bits of chicken that clung to her hair were shaking, making her look even more amusing. "Harrison, kick this insane woman out of the apartment right away!" However, Harrison ignored her furious cries and took my hand placatingly.

I'm bemused. I glance back as everyone begins to laugh, and my head lowers, humiliated. "Shut up!" Ambers silenced them. "Are you?" Amber asks again. My gaze returns to hers. "No," I con. "Then why are you moving your hips so stiffly and out of tune as if you are?" "Probably she hasn't had some hanky-panky in a while and is a bit rusty," Sookie jokes, followed by everyone laughing. Amber smiles, and I blink excessively to not cry.

Cristina's POV. Miles grabbed my ankle and dragged me closer to the edge of the couch. "On your knees. Mouth open." I scrambled up fast, thighs sticky, his cum still leaking out of me and running down my legs. The second I was on my knees he shoved his thick cock past my lips. I gagged hard around it but he didn’t ease up one bit. He gripped the back of my head and fucked my throat in long, deep strokes, forcing me to take every inch until my nose was pressed tight against his stomach.