Cursed Pfps Novels & Stories

Michael started spending more nights out with the guys, leaving me alone at home with our daughter Sophie, my body humming with unmet need. One Friday night, while Michael was off playing cards and the house was quiet after I'd tucked Sophie in, boredom and horniness collided. I opened my laptop and, heart racing, clicked into a chat room labeled F4F. When the others learned I was straight but curious, the messages flooded in—bold, filthy offers to be my first, to devour me in ways I'd only fantasized about. Their aggression both thrilled and scared me. Relief washed over me when I saw none lived within 500 miles. Still, their stories poured in: vivid tales of their own first times or detail

"Over fifty-seven thousand dollars so far!" "Really? That's good, but I was expecting more." "We need to upload more videos," Ben said. He chewed a bite of pizza, adding, "We also got a strange email. I'll get the laptop." The two read, then re-read the email as they ate their pizza. Tiffany searched for the username on the site and discovered that "Incestluvr69" had a list of favorites. Each of their videos, as well as many others, were on his list.

Neither of us had fucked a girl’s cunt for way too long and the sexual tension was nearly unbearable. By now even the p**n was wearing on me and my searches were getting a bit more adventurous. One day during one of my “private sessions” I went to *********** something from a p**n site’s category list and was too sloppy about where my curser was positioned. Suddenly my whole screen was filled with images of guys having sex with GUYS! Keith and I were both very straight so my kneejerk reaction was repulsion. I quickly pulled out of that category and tried to forget it. Then I realized it had made my dick as stiff as a flagpole! Still, I tried to ignore this and got to back to my old, familiar

Her thoughts felt tangled, pulling her in directions she did not want to follow. “You do not know what I am,” she said. “No,” he agreed. “But neither do you.” That unsettled her deeply. Elsewhere in the fortress, Alaric stood alone in his private chamber, staring out into the night. He had left Elysia’s room because remaining there had become dangerous. Not to her, but to himself. The curse lay beneath his skin as it always had, a constant presence he had learned to live with. It was absolute. It did not warn. It did not fail. It killed instantly and without exception.

he cursed, releasing his grip on my backside so I could find a rhythm with each of his lunges. I gasped for air, my throat burning and raw from screaming until I was hoarse. “Oh, I hope the walls are soundproof, Leo. Otherwise, everyone will know I’m fucking you.” “Let them know!” Leo growled. I realized my man was close to heaven. So, I began to contract. I used my skills to make the man before me moan; I swayed and acted provocatively. Tightening and then releasing, I was satisfied when I felt him pulse his hot, damp semen inside me.

One of those bodies was mine. “That’s right, Zoey,” one client in particular bellowed from his place in the crowd. “Work that body for me like a little slut.” He was a short man, his belly rounded with excessive alcohol and zero workout, and he was mostly bald, save for the sparse curls around his mouth. To put it simply, he wasn’t a pleasant man to look at, and from the look in his eyes, the knowledge of that wouldn’t stop him from paying his way between our legs.

"He didn't just bring an army to our borders to force a merger treaty. Months ago, before you even fell pregnant, his witches infiltrated our nurseries. They wove a necrotic parasite into the spiritual essence of every newborn and child in the Silver-Moon pack. A slow-acting curse." "A curse?" My breath hitched. "The sickness in the pack... the fever that Aris couldn't cure..." "It’s not a fever, Elara! It’s the Moon-Eater curse!" Caleb snapped, his amber eyes flashing through the violet haze with raw, helpless fury. "Every single child in our territory is tied to the anchor in Seraphina’s father’s ritual dagger. If I reject the fated-mate bond with Seraphina, if I refuse to merge our lineag

She ran her index finger along Sienna’s face and continued, “You; my Luv never died…” What Serena said made sense to Sienna. Rubbing her forehead, she muttered, “I never felt like I died either… technically I don’t know what death feels like but it just felt like me when I found myself here… I felt cold, lonely, and claustrophobic…” Serena was impressed by her analysis and decided to give her a bit of more information. “When Alaric refused my proposal three years ago, I was furious. So, I cursed him.” Walking around Sienna in circles, she continued, “Eventually, I realized that he won’t be mine even if his mate died. So, I twisted the curse so that his mate is trapped in my prison.”