Cringe Stories Novels & Stories

I understand how she felt. In the history of cringe, I had never cringed so much in my life, steel rod clamped in warm hole? "Don't you want me to gobble your kitten I bet it will taste like fresh tomato juice?" It was my turn to cry. I felt worms crawl within me, not thunderbolts or sparks. I felt worms at his words. Drops of tears rolled down my cheeks as I cringed internally, the fact that he tried to make his voice huskier was worse.

My browser had about fifty tabs open, ranging from deep literary analysis to historical accounts of how scent was used in Victorian prose. Physically, my group was a disaster. We met up in the student lounge every afternoon, but it was like trying to herd cats. Miller, Vance, and the others would show up late, smelling like the gym or cheap cologne, leaning back in their chairs with their feet up on the table. They would look at me with these blank, expectant expressions, waiting for me to tell them where to put a comma or how to interpret a metaphor.

“Make her regret being such a loyal girlfriend.” I came over and over. My legs wouldn’t stop shaking. At one point I was riding Chris while sucking Marcus, cum leaking out of me onto his balls. They made me beg. “Please… breed me. Fill me up. I want all your white loads.” So one after another they pumped me full. Creampies in my pussy, in my ass, on my tits, across and on my tongue. By the end I was covered. Cum dripped down my thighs, matted in my hair, smeared across my stomach. My pussy was swollen and red, gaping slightly every time a cock pulled out. My asshole felt used and tender.

Her scent lingered in the air long after she was gone. I told myself I could ignore her. I told myself I’d just avoid her and keep things cool until they fixed the plumbing and I could stop using her bathroom. I’ve been in much worse situations than this. I’ve been stabbed, I’ve watched my friends get jumped, and I’ve slept with girls whose names I didn't even remember the next morning. But this slow burn with Jade is much worse than any of that.

she even added. "Get into a fight? Why would he get into a fight?" Ara's eyebrows met hers. Jenny sighed first before she opened her mouth to speak. "He said with pageant I had to wear a swimsuit or two-piece, he told me that he didn't want my body to be exposed in front of many men, he even added that it might be a trigger for others to say unpleasant things about me," she said.

My sundress clung to my skin from the humidity, the thin fabric doing nothing to hide how my nipples had stayed hard since the pool earlier. Tyler grinned wide, already slurring a bit as he slammed back the fresh drink. “Nah, baby, we’re celebrating! Honeymoon rules. Kyle, remember that time in college when you got so fucked up you tried to piss in the RA’s fridge?” He burst out laughing, loud enough that heads turned at nearby tables, slapping his brother on the arm. Kyle leaned back in his chair, that cocky smirk never leaving his face, his eyes locked on me across the table like he could see straight through my dress.

They're your stepbrothers, a tiny voice in my head screamed. I forced my attention back to the basement and watched as they spread out, fanning across the room. My stomach tightened. I took a careful step backward, trying to steady myself inside the cramped wardrobe. The space was suffocating, the stale smell of dust filling my nose. My shoulder brushed against the clothing rail. The metal groaned. My eyes widened. Before I could grab it, the rail came loose and crashed against the wardrobe door with a loud creak that echoed through the basement.

He blinked. It wasn't a joke. → (Note: "Got to 17 before crying. Soaked. Needed more.") [ ] "Order Starbucks with clamps on. No bra. No eye contact." → (Star drawn. "DO THIS NEXT.") [✓] "Record myself gagging on dildo. Caption: 'Am I trained yet?'" → (Note: "Almost puked. Rewatching made me wetter.") [ ] "Be told to bend over by a stranger. Say 'Yes, Sir' and walk away."

I hiss and swat his hand off my shoulder, "Ew, Dex. Stop talking already. You're going to make me puke. " He holds an insulted face. "That hurts my Ego. " "I do not have a crush on you. " I state and he lifts his brows, "Then what's this for? Why did you just slam me into the wall to tell me something?" "Because I need to tell you something. It bothers me. " His face turns serious. "What's it? Are you okay? Did something happen? Did Peter do something? I swear to God, I'll fucking—"

The Taboo Chronicles is a curated collection of dark, twisted, and unapologetically erotic stories designed to push the boundaries of conventional desire. From the sacred halls of a silent church to the high-stakes shadows of obsessive power plays, these stories explore the raw, unyielding side of human hunger. Whether it’s the thrill of a secret shared in the dark or the surrender of a soul to a dominant force, nothing is off-limits.