Ff Stories Novels & Stories

His roar filled the cabin again. "Now, where were we?" She studied him for a moment before continuing. "I want to tell you a story." Mandy then poured out her soul. She spoke about her father, Malcolm the rapist. She told him about her childhood and the loneliness she felt. Then, told of her brother and his struggles to feel accepted. Large tears rolled down her cheeks when she explained about Emily coming into their lives. Her story ended with kidnapping Honey and all that happened until they arrived in bear territory. Tyboll's head and eyes were turned away from her by the time she finished.

She says frustrated. "It's because that hole is always tighter and feels amazing because it grips us and makes it feel good. Men always want what they're not allowed to have." I say as I place a plate of food infront of Amellia. "This looks good. It's been a long time since I've had French toast." She said. "I enjoy cooking. Hope you like it." I say as I hand her a fork and knife.

He let out the friendliest of smiles, making Anderson very uncomfortable. Anderson stared back and forth between Suit and the scroll. His mind was racing. The contract sounded simple enough. Straightforward, but he did not understand. ‘What did he mean by survive the stories? Did he not say I was going to tell a story? What does survive the story mean?’ Question after question popped up into his head. He could not help himself. He had no idea exactly what it meant, but one thing was for certain; He would not move forward if he did nothing but constantly question the situation

Sofia Reyes killed the engine of her rented Jeep outside the dusty warehouse on the edge of the port city, notebook crammed in her back pocket, camera slung across her chest. Six months chasing this story had taken her from quiet mountain roads to flashy nightclubs to lonely beach towns. Women vanishing. No bodies. No clear pattern at first. But the deeper she dug, the clearer it got and all of them had been restless, bored, aching for something sharper than their safe little lives.

My thighs trembled, the muscles jumping as I fought the urge to spread my legs wider, to beg him for another finger, for his whole hand. Instead, I gripped the edge of the table. He shifted his hand, adding a second finger. The stretch made me gasp, my eyes squeezing shut for a fraction of a second. Two fingers now, thrusting in unison, scissoring slightly inside me, opening me up. The pressure was immense, a fullness that crowded out every thought except the sensation of being used right here in the open. "100 million dollars," Aaron suddenly said, voice filled with authority. The entire room gasped.

“Fuck me, Jake. Fill Mommy’s cunt while I keep eating my baby girl.” Jake didn’t hesitate. He gripped her wide hips and slammed into her in one brutal thrust. Sarah cried out into my pussy as he bottomed out, balls-deep. The force pushed her face harder against me. He started pounding her immediately—hard, deep strokes that made her heavy tits swing and slap together.

They had dived into their favorite topic of discussion, their boyfriends. “Gideon is sooo good! He literally makes me come every time, every fucking time” Lauren said, fanning herself. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Here we go again. “Me too!!!!” Helen giggled, eyes wide with excitement. “Brian does this thing with his tongue, and, oh my God, my eyes roll! I literally have to beg him to stop” They yapped none stop for hours. Who was better in bed. Who had a bigger dick. Who was freakier, Who ate pussy better. It was getting damn annoying because , my lovely boyfriend, was shit.

“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.” Ronan didn't even look up at first. He just let out a dry, humorless laugh that made the hair on her arms stand up. “I don't care if you say a word, Rissa,” he cut her off, his voice flat and indifferent. “Tell Finn or anyone, do you think I’m afraid of a scandal?” Rissa’s blood boiled. The sheer arrogance of his dismissal made her forget her fear for a split second. “You don't care? My entire life is on the line!” She took a step closer, her eyes blazing. “Fuck you, Ronan.”

Chapter 1: Interest in Flesh Trope: Mafia / Debt / Captive Heat Level: [NOIR] The basement smelled like damp concrete and expensive cigars. Sofia sat on a wooden chair, her hands tied behind her back. She looked up as the heavy metal door groaned open. Marco stepped in. He wasn't wearing a suit today…just a black undershirt that showed off the tattoos climbing up his neck. He was the man her father owed five million dollars to. And since her father didn't have the cash, he had offered Sofia instead.

“Can we do stuffs that you like? Only in a more subtle way. Me being a beginner and all.” He caressed her hair. “What if you don't like what I like?” “I'm willing to explore.” Gabriel had to smile up at the ceiling. “You said Fola told you about my kinks.” “Yeah.” “So what exactly did that talkative tell you?” “Nothing much. How did he find out?” Gabriel shrugged. “Who knows? Besides, I don't really hide stuffs.” Her voice was shy and tiny as she asked, “Is it like BDSM? I've always wondered what it was like.”