Novel & Cerita Fanfiction Romance Stories

Who give me the rough intense passionate sex I've been craving since I was a teenager. So judge me if you want. Call me a cheater. Call me a whore. Say I'm destroying my marriage. But I know the truth. My marriage was destroyed the moment I saw my husband on his knees with another man's cock down his throat. I'm just making the best of the situation I was forced into. And honestly? I've never been more satisfied in my life. The mechanic. The neighbor's brother. Both of them give me what I need in different ways. Both of them make me feel alive and desired and completely satisfied.

My fingers dug into his ass cheek to spread him wide open while we frotted before the head of my dick was made to tease his hole again and again. The shower still ran in the background as we lost ourselves in each other. Teamates, rivals, lovers, or now maybe something darker and hotter. I knew this would not stop at one night because the forbidden pull was too strong, the musk and sweat and passion was too addictive for it. There would be more. Other nights I mean. “I might cum,” he breathed. I held him close with my hand placed possessively on his hip. "We are not done here Kai. Not even close. So, don't you dare cum.”

I'm happy with how I'm living my life . At some point in my life , I hated everything . I thought I was unfortunate but troubles don't last forever. I and Kingston separated after highschool , we got back together again even if we were at each others throat . Then I left when I was pregnant with our first child , then fate brought us back together . I guess our love story is a frozen romance . I'm happy with my family , I'm happy with Kingston and my love for Kingston has not changed . I love him so much .

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.

"It's just this once, and it's the weekend. I already slept at your place, so why don't we both feel good?" It was hilarious how much rationality she was putting into this. Katharina's triple IQ was at work, and gazing at him under her long lashes, she got down on her knees and pulled down his zipper, parting her lips, "You teach Romantic Movement. Isn't it about not letting society dictate what we should do? I'm twenty-five, and you already jerked off with my panties." And he could say something else, she pulled down his underwear, her nipples hardening as he sprang out hard, thick and fucking long.

She looked at the camera with the loving gaze he knew so well, smiling as she said, “Victor, this is the fifth anniversary present I prepared for you and the family. I put all my energy into this game, in the hopes that it could provide the last push you need to officially take over the family.” The last frame paused on her smile, full of anticipation. She had ended the email with one last sentence. “Victor, if this marriage was a sham from the start, then I’ll give both of us the release we truly want.” Her loving expression in the video, the cold farewell in the email, Summer’s mocking laughter in the recording, and the painfully clear words in the medical report… All of it formed the absu

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The first line read: She parted her thighs slowly, waiting for the warmth of his mouth to find her. “Oh,” I said before I could stop myself. She smiled. “Exactly,” she said, settling back into her chair. “It’s an erotic short story. I’d like you to analyze it. Language. Theme. Symbolism. That sort of thing.” “Right,” I said. “Of course.” “You okay?” “Yeah. Just… caught off guard.” “You’ll adjust.” She crossed one leg over the other. “Would you like to read it here? I thought we could go through it together. Just the first few pages.”

Her naked body pressed against me, her breasts sticky with my cum from before, her thighs wet with our juices. “That was intense,” she said, her voice rough, catching her breath. “Yeah, you’re so sweet,” I said, wiping sweat off my forehead. She looked up at me, her lips curling into a smile, her eyes bright in the dim room. I knew this was risky. If her mom found out, it’d be a mess, probably end my marriage. But I didn’t care. Ariana’s pussy was too tight, too wet, too perfect. I’d been wanting her since I met her, and now that I’d fucked her, heard her moan “Zaddy,” and felt her swallow my cum, I was addicted. I’d never stop fucking her, no matter what.