Dross Nsfw Novels & Stories

Nirvana said after drinking from the glass of water "What? Me, jealous of that crocodile voice of yours? What a joke. If anything should happen to your voice, know that you caused it. By the way, you're the one jealous of my flexy body, my ass are soft compared to those planks you call ass" Aliya fired back and it seems it was another round of argument between them "What? Pla.. Plank? Nirvana stuttered " yes, watch my soft ass" Aliya said and twerk infront of her. "if you're sure your ass aren't that strong, then shake it" Aliya said daringly

The soft music was mesmerizing and the expression on the woman's face was blissful as her partner spoke softly in her ear. The next tab showed a photo of a beautiful woman dressed in a filmy pink baby doll nightgown leaning dreamily over a giant teddy bear. The headline of the blog post was 'Daddy Doms/baby girls.' Shasta breathed in deeply. The article stated that, contrary to popular opinion, Daddy Doms are not pedophiles. They are loving and caring Dominant individuals whose natural desire is to have a nurturing and affectionate intimate relationship with a submissive who has a child-like aspect to her personality.

Exactly what she needed tonight. Damien Voss had come to the club for the same reason — to forget the forbidden temptation that was his niece’s best friend. He had been drinking heavily since he arrived. The whiskey burned through his veins, clouding his judgment. When he saw the stunning young woman in the red dress dancing seductively, something primal stirred inside him. He didn’t recognize Mia. The flashing lights, heavy alcohol, and her changed appearance made her look like a completely different woman — a gorgeous stranger he desperately wanted.

Drax steps out of it and kicks it to the side. He reciprocates and reaches for her jeans and unlocks it. He pulls down the zipper, and lowers pants, stopping halfway—around her knee. Then, in several stepping motions, Rissa pulls down her pants using her legs, and kicks it to the side, and her smooth, curvy backside fully comes into view. They pace around the room randomly as they kiss, while exploring each other’s body with their hands. Drax massages her ass gently, then he brings his hands forward and slowly slips it into her dampened panties to meet her wet pussy.

AUTHOR'S P.O.V. Drax lay naked on the king-size bed. The aromatic layers of hashish smoke were suspended in the still air and a bottle of vodka, and three glasses sat on the bedside table. Three women lay naked with him. He moaned and whipped his head back as his whores did their work. One of the women, an auburn-haired girl, revolved her breast around his moaning, moving face, one was sucking on his nipple, while the other one kneaded his erection. Drax was experiencing sexual ecstasy when the telephone jarred loudly, interrupting them.

The contrast of his calloused palms on my sensitive skin made me cry out. “You've been dreaming about this?” he asked, pulling my shin up to meet his eyes. “Yes,” I gasped as his thumb circled my nipple. “What did you dream? Tell me.” “I dreamed... you'd suck them. Hard. That you'd bite them a little. That you'd make me cry out.” My tongue kept spilling every dirty fantasy I’d harbored. “That you'd then push me down, rip my robe off and just.. look at me. Look at all of me before you.. before you…”

The air felt thick, charged with the scent of my arousal still lingering from the dildo and my fingers. He was breathing heavier now, that massive bulge in his joggers straining visibly, the outline thick and long enough to make my pussy clench involuntarily. “Matilda... you’re drunk. You don’t know what you’re asking,” he said, voice low and rough, but he didn’t back away. His gaze dropped to my heaving tits, barely contained by the pulled-up gown, nipples hard and begging.

The island woke to a dark dawn—sky like dried blood, sun a flat coin behind smoke. SILKEN COMMAND sat half-sunk in the calm water, white side broken open, drinks bubbling in the shallows with fuel and coral bits. The reef had cut it deep overnight: sharp rock tearing metal, water filling lower areas where fancy food and drugs floated in mess. I watched from the boat’s front, engine low, Leica camera across my chest, salt on the lens. The dark-web show—now 92,000 watchers and growing—showed Damian and Seraphina tied to the metal frame on the stage. Their gold masks cracked, silk clothes ripped and dirty with ash and blood. The red ribbon hung loose between them, untied noose moving in the hot

“But the e-sport segment matters too. Even if it’s labeled a friendly match, the industry watches closely. Winning sets the tone.” “I thought Auralink already had professional players,” Cassienne said. “We do,” he admitted. “Just… not on the level of NULLWRAITH.” She scoffed softly. “No one should know I’m NULLWRAITH, Dreston,” she warned, her voice unshaken despite the unspoken intimacy of the moment. “I wouldn’t dare,” he replied. The two of them laughed together, the sound of it light and unguarded. Dreston’s laughter bloomed softly through Cassienne’s ear, warm and enticing and that unsettled her.

What kind of mafia he is, scrunching my face I look at curtains when a familiar voice echoed in the room making me flinch. "You can't climb down even if you use all these curtains and bedsheet", I turn around only to find Adrin walking near me with a coffee in his hand. I look at him confused as I tried to remember last name incidents. And the blurred image of me doing weird things on street flush in my mind making me close my eyes in embarassement. Have you ever do weird things in front of your crush. That feeling....... i groan internally Aghhhh! Shit, I'm not going to drink ever.