Erroric Stories Novels & Stories

Hussain yelled earning looks from the people beside them. "This is not how to talk to your twin brother, someone you have not seen for decades. At least, appreciate him, he wants to things right" Umar admitted. Hassan felt remorse for what he did back then, and he tried to get to Hussain but he kept pushing him out. It was Umar's plan to get him to museum so that they will sort it out like the mature adult they are. Umar signaled Nafisa to leave them there while they take a stroll in the museum, checking the art works. " Are you sure they won't kill each other?" Nafisa questioned worriedly.

“Is that all?? You can go ahead.” Naomi walked to the bookshelf and bent down. Her skirt lifted high, showing him the blue lace stretched over her ass. She dragged her finger slowly across the spines. “You have a nice collection,” she murmured, pulling one free. She flipped the pages, pretending to read. “Romance.” Her eyes flicked back to him. “Do you have something raw? Something erotic?” "Is that what you want to read?" Raymond asked. "Yeah," she replied. "I love reading erotic stories."

With a chill in her voice, Sara asked, "You mean to say that I forced him to say these words?" When Eric did not respond to Sara's question, she raised her voice and continued: "Not much more needs to be said! Mr. Joe, please remove Eric from the Happy Hill Pub immediately!" After being pushed to the limit, Eric eventually took a stand and declared in a loud voice, "I don't have a venereal disease; I just have a mild case of 'haemorrhoids' disease!

I decide to take it a step further, going all out and I start unzipping my skirt a little when he stretches his hand out to me, stopping my hands from moving any further. I feel all my self esteem from a minute ago crumble. “Um… I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have done that,” I say, cupping my breasts as I try to step away from his line of sight. “No, no,” he coughs out quickly, “I don’t mean it that way, Lanie.” His eyes blink away from my boobs for the first time, and he looks into my eyes, his expression so earnest. “Then what do you mean?” I ask in a small voice.

“Redo it. Properly this time. And keep your eyes on the paper unless I tell you otherwise.” My face was on fire. I could feel how soaked I was, the wetness starting to drip down the inside of my thigh. I tried to concentrate on the numbers, but my handwriting came out messy and my breath was coming too fast. I got it wrong again. The ruler came down harder this time, cracking across the same spot on my left cheek and then immediately on the right. Smack! Smack! Two at once , stinging swats that made my ass jiggle and my pussy gush even more.

I replied and she smiled again. "No one would ever believe us or our story. That you married me forcefully. We look more romantic than the couples who have done love marriages." She said and giggled. I chuckled hearing her. She was right. No one would ever believe us. Not our future kids and grandkids. No one would believe our Stupid Love Story.

Uncle's forbidden touch 8 The attic breeding stuck with me. Uncle's cum plugged in all night, his stories of family curses whispering in my ear as the storm raged. My belly didn't show yet, but I felt it—the heir growing, his dark claim deep in my womb. Days after, he was tender in a twisted way. Fucks slow and deep, hands on my stomach, promising more kids to carry the line. But his eyes had that hunger, like he needed to mark me permanent.

He was sitting on the edge of his massive, dark bed, unbuttoning his cuffs with slow, deliberate movements. “I’ll go straight to the point,” Rissa started, her voice shaking despite her efforts to stay cold. She didn't move far from the door. “Forget about that night. It was a mistake and I won’t say a word to anyone, and you won’t either. We pretend it never happened, and we go back to our lives. That’s the deal.”

The above sentences are the thoughts of the author about what he thinks, but it is my duty to tell all the things he has in his mind. The space science and the beginning of the human era, why I always talk about the past, why I'm interested in the dead stories, why I tell a tale of another time, why I don't like the present and, also why I'm not narrating about those dumbasses who were about to close the mysterious case of random killing by an unidentified criminal (creature)? You might have so many questions and confusions about the fact that I puzzle a simple story in what we call a Riddle…? But you can still believe in me that I'll give you a gift tomorrow.