Eureka Stories Novels & Stories

Stranded, no rules? Thea laughed, sipping her water. “Wild. You gotta get creative to survive.” Jon raised an eyebrow, sitting beside her. “Creative, huh? Sounds like a story.” Adam grinned. “Let’s just say we kept each other… entertained.” Nate chuckled. “Oh, I bet. Spill it.” Thea leaned back, a familiar sparkle in her eyes. “What happens on a deserted island stays on the island, right?” Jon’s gaze darkened, intrigued. “Not always. I’m into stories like that. Ever try an orgy? Threesomes, foursomes… gets the blood pumping.”

" Erik is from Norway and he seems to have met Shana while Shana was on vacation to Norway. He deliberately follows Shana and pretends to be a tourist. Erik once had a girlfriend named Lisa and Lisa used to work at Shana's father's company" "Don't tell me it is that Lisa? Lisa that uncle was fired because was she involved in a company scandal."

"Anyone can respond, and I'll share with you my darkest secret about my hour-long journey among waterfalls at the bottom of the spring. I am aware of what you were whispering about me some time back!" While she waits for their response, Ericka controls her laughing. Her eyes turn round and sparkle, making it impossible for anybody to guess, and they exchange curious glances. "Now, what does she like to imply?” As one of the two talkative students dares to declare, “We are not yet reading the Bible, but we would want to hear about your firsthand experience at the bottom of the river, Erika, my dear. Could you tell us one more riddle that seems related to our lesson? We'll be able to recognize

Erick stared into her eyes and confidently said. “Yes! I really want to know! “ She smiled and put on a serious face, took a bite of her ice cream before saying. “It was a long, long time ago!” Erick looked at the beginning of the story with great interest, and Simone said when she knew that she had all his attention. “You were traveling on a merchant ship, and you had to take a shipment of gold to Porto del Rey!” Erick heard that line and his spirits deflated. He looked at Simone with a hint of disappointment in his eyes, and the girl looking at him was silent. For a minute, a deep non-verbal communication began, and he understood that these stories did something more for her than for him.

EMMA God, the air in the house felt thicker than the humid summer night pressing against the windows. I was still buzzing from dinner—too much wine, too many lingering looks, and way too much skin on display. I’m Emma, twenty-one, fresh out of college with a body I knew turned heads: tight, athletic from years of running and yoga, perky C-cup tits that loved showing off under thin tank tops, and an ass that filled out my tiny cotton shorts perfectly. But tonight, the real heat wasn’t coming from outside. It was coming from her—my stepmom Sarah—and him—my stepbrother Jake.

I whimpered around his cock but obeyed, sliding my mouth up and down slowly, trying to keep the wet sounds as quiet as possible. Why wasn’t he even bothered about it? My fingers were still between my legs, rubbing my swollen clit in messy circles. I was sweating now, little beads rolling down my back under my blouse, my thighs trembling from how turned onI was. The risk made everything sharper, these investors had no idea a girl was under the desk choking on their host’s dick. One of the men cleared his throat. “Mr. Mateo, about the European expansion. We projected a fifteen percent growth but the latest numbers from logistics show some delays—“ He paused.

They kept grinding through the aftershocks—milking every tremor—until both were shaking, oversensitive, whimpering. They collapsed together—sweaty, panting, cunts still twitching against each other—when the door handle rattled. The lock clicked. The door swung open. Evan—their shared driver, thirty-eight, built like a linebacker from years of hauling executives and hitting the gym—stood frozen in the doorway. Black polo with the company logo, slacks, keys still in hand. He’d come to pick up Sofia for her late flight; Lena sometimes rode along. His eyes widened—taking in the scene: two naked women tangled on the conference table, thighs slick with cum and squirt, breasts heaving, hair wrecked

But neither of us asked what he meant because some answers still needed time. Evening arrived wrapped in shades of amber and violet. Dinner was served outside again. Someone started telling old stories. Koa exaggerated every one of his. Lucien corrected each exaggeration. Esme declared both versions entertaining. Ragnar eventually admitted that one of Koa's impossible tales had actually happened. No one believed him. Not even Koa. Zenith rested comfortably beside me, one hand absentmindedly stroking the curve of her stomach while Elysia excitedly explained all the responsibilities of becoming an older sister. "...and I'll teach the baby how to climb trees."

All had a normal life things haven't changed much so that the activities were similar to that we did the time before the destruction caused by Laed in complicity of Roxen, Irash again reopened the bakery and hence its name of Joseph in the city, he managed to direct suppliers so it was a lot easier to get the cereal from our own consumption and, as we were a while away from that area all had calmed down a little bit with the famous legends created by the people, everything was a complete peace. That day Irash had retired early due to the city because he needed to have some cargoes, Gallaghel and Hervekb had returned a week before with the Taed you should start your training, Akira and his wi

“Fuck my ass too.” Rickard positioned himself. With Elias’s thick cock still pounding her pussy, Rickard pressed his own against her tight asshole. He pushed, slowly, insistently. The resistance was fierce, but with a sick, wet pop, he breached her. Liza screamed, a raw, ragged sound muffled by Marcus’s cock. The feeling was unbelievable—her cunt stretched by one man’s girth, her ass filled by another’s length, and her mouth serving a third. She was a vessel, completely occupied, every hole claimed.