Romans & histoires Female Yandere Stories

“Better than those dirty stories you write in your diary?” I winked at her and saw the coldness in her countenance. “I only write, I have never really experienced them.” “What do you write about then? Your fantasies?” “Even better…I write about how I fanstasize other people having sex.” I was dumbfounded. “Oh my goodness, that is the horniest thing I have ever heard.”

Destiny Ryder, 28 and virgin, craves her first taste of sin. At Adult Fun Inc., she strips bare, blindfolded, and ready. A stranger’s tongue teases her nipples and licks her dripping wet puss*y, then thrusts deep into her virgin cunt, breaking her virginity open with wild pleasure. Sweaty and free, she’s hooked—but someone’s watching, promising hotter nights ahead. NB: This steamy collection of hot erotic and steamy stories unleashes Destiny’s story and more: sultry tales of lust, tangled bodies, and forbidden thrills.

I leaned down and gave her pussy and asshole a quick lick, making sure everything was good and wet, it was and I put my throbbing cock head between her pussy lips, she lifted her full ass towards me and I grabbed her firm ass cheeks and pulled her tiny body onto my cock, her pussy was surprisingly tight for a woman who had delivered three kids through that sweet pussy in just over 5 years and as I pushed in she took my whole cock with a lilting, ‘ohhh. She expertly squeezed my member with her pussy as I started to thrust in her harder, building up speed, she tipped her ass up, dug her nails into my ass, and came the first time from my cock in her hole with a gasp. I stopped, lifting her up t

The room becomes a tangle of limbs, a writhing mass of naked flesh, each girl eager for a turn. One of them, a petite brunette with a mischievous smile, leans in and whispers, “Let me taste you while he fucks her.” She dips her head, her tongue flicking over the blonde’s clit as he continues to pound into her, the added stimulation making the blonde’s moans rise to a frantic pitch. “Oh fuck, yes—don’t stop!” she screams, her voice cracking with pleasure. The brunette giggles, her own hand sliding between her legs, fingers pumping fast as she watches the scene unfold.

"Wanted me to fuck you like this? Make you mine?" "Yes," Mara cried out, past caring about being quiet. "Yes, god yes" The carpet burned against her knees and palms, but she didn't care. Nothing mattered except the feeling of him inside her, claiming her, taking her exactly the way she'd fantasized about. "You're so wet for me," Adrian groaned. "So ready. Such a good girl, taking everything I give you." The praise combined with the rough treatment pushed her toward another orgasm. She could feel it building, could feel herself climbing higher and higher.

THEMES: Blackmail, Reluctance, Manipulative Coercion, Security room, Unconscious Cheating, Unintentional Cheating, Forced Subduing, Trickery, Harsh treatment, Belittling, Nonconsensual KINKS: Rough sex, Intense Spanking, Hair pulling, Forced Blowjob, Degradation, Dirty talk, Lewd dirty name calling LENA'S POV I cry out, my body bouncing on the high stool while he fucks me brutally, his hips snapping forward, his cock stretching me wider than Derek's.

Cristina's POV. "Ahhh, Mmmm." A loud gasp came from the other side of the door, followed by rasped heavy breathing. That was exactly what I needed. Heat bloomed low in my core as I shoved the door open. The scene before me was like something out of my wildest fantasies and my nipples hardened under the tight leather gown I'd thrown on. In a corner was a woman, her legs spread far apart. One man pumped his fingers in and out of her wet cunt, making her quiver beneath him while another guy fucked her throat hard, slamming against her again and again as his groans escaped his mouth.

Mara dropped into the window seat like her body weighed a thousand pounds. Three straight days of workshops, crisis calls, holding other people’s pain until her own felt numb. She needed these five hours. Just noise in her ears and nothing else. She pulled out her phone, plugged in her headphones, and opened the playlist. The private one. No title. Forty-seven tracks of the stuff she never let anyone see. Women moaning loud and broken, filthy commands, wet sounds, her own breathy voice in a few recordings where she’d touched herself and whispered every dirty thing she wanted but never asked for out loud.

The group chat had been buzzing for weeks: six authors, all women in their late twenties to early thirties, finally coordinating an in-person meetup after years of online collaboration. They’d been workshopping an anthology of interconnected erotica stories—steamy, character-driven pieces that blurred lines between desire, power, and vulnerability. Zainab had been the quietest in the group, always thoughtful with her feedback, never flashy, but when the venue discussion stalled (hotels too expensive, coffee shops too public), she typed the offer without overthinking it.

She even told her everything about going shopping and to the movies, and went into explicit detail about the way she and her father had made each other cum in the theater. The blonde's expression turned to one of amazement, and her hands grew continually rougher and more aggressive on Brook's tits as she listened to the story. Just telling it had Brook's panties soaking wet, and she was pretty sure Cindy's were too. "Holy fuck!" the blonde said. "You're so lucky." Brook just about had her courage up to the point where she was ready to push her hand into Cindy's panties to feel the other girl's pussy, but her father was calling to them from the living room.