Exotic Short Stories Romane & Geschichten

Trigger warning: Stage Rape content. Please, if you're too sensitive to noncon-con, or it's not your fetish, I'd suggest you jump to the next story. This is brutally unapologetic. Much love from my end 💖 Theme: Rape fetish, magic, freeze and fuck, bestie fantasy, multiple orgasm, masturbation... AMAYA.

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‎ ‎Even as thoughts came rushing in her head, Elena could not deny the arousal she was feeling. ‎ ‎"I can smell your arousal. I can see the dark spot your wetness has made on your shorts. I can see the proof that you want me. It's all over your face and in your eyes. F*****g hell! Let me taste you, Elena". ‎ ‎With his last words, he dipped his head in-between her thighs and inhaled deeply through her shorts. ‎ ‎Elena just looked on, mesmerized. She knew she needed to stop him. This was wrong, this was very wrong. It needed to stop.

“Lucky us.” I felt heat rush through me. The car suddenly felt much smaller. The driver pulled away from the curb. “Destination set. ETA twenty-five minutes.” The Latino guy, who introduced himself as Diego, stretched his arm along the back of the seat, his fingers brushing my shoulder. The other man, Marcus, shifted closer, his thick thigh pressing against mine. “You smell good,” Marcus said, voice low. “What’s a beautiful woman like you doing riding alone this late?” I smiled, feeling bold from the alcohol. “My friends ditched me for some guys at the club. So here I am.”

I wanted to choke on his cock and then ride it till I couldn't walk anymore. Davin seemed like a very complicated man. He was cold and never spoke unless it was necessary. The world knew he was a billionaire, a top CEO in the Mafia world. But I suspected he was a shady man, he probably had hands in the underworld, which was why he never allowed me into his study. Said it was private stuff not meant for me to know.

And the silence hurts worse than anything. End of story 3

My own handwriting stared back at me in bold black ink: MY BUCKET LIST (Thirty before thirty… or before I chicken out completely) 1. Swim naked in the ocean at midnight 2. Kiss someone under fireworks 3. Get a tattoo I can’t explain to my mother 4. Quit my soul-crushing job without a safety net 5. Fall in love so hard it hurt 6. Have sex that makes me forget my own name 7. Be touched as I’ve never been touched before slow, deliberate, filthy, worshipful. No rush. No mercy. Just hands. Mouth. Cock. Knowing exactly what they’re doing to me.

WARNING‼️ THIS STORY IS A PARANORMAL STORY 🔞 Chapter 1 My skin felt sticky from sweat as I peeled off my damp shirt and stepped closer to the tall antique mirror I had dragged out of the closet earlier. I wiped sweat from my neck and stared at my reflection, for a second everything matched. Then my reflection smiled a heartbeat after I did. My pulse jumped. I blinked hard and shook my head I was just tired that was all. I turned away to grab a towel but something made me glance back. My reflection stared at me, eyes darker, lips parted.

she said and the others giggled at her last statement. “Another deduction for me I guess. My insufferable boss delayed me at the office” Shirley explained. She was high in demand here at the exotic club. Every VIP client that had her once, always kept coming back. She stood in a VIP room with about twelve other girls. The rooms were always dimly lit and normally, the girls walked in to see the client already waiting, but this time was different. They waited for the client to come in. After a few minutes of waiting, he finally walked in. Slowly and menacingly. The scent of the room shifted to something stronger, magnetic and sinfully alluring.

Forgot to give this friendly warning… This story contains: Gangbang, Anal, DP, TP, dirty language, and some others. Read at your own risk… . . Maddison stepped into her favorite underground sex club, hidden deep in the city’s seedy underbelly, and the second she crossed the threshold, the air hit her like a drug. It was the only air she’d ever truly breathed since she first started having sex. Inside, the energy was chaotic, every corner a fuck-fest begging to be joined, and her mouth watered, her body aching to dive in.