Fools Paradise Pulp Fiction Novels & Stories

I blinked twice while looking at him ridiculously. My jaw literally fell with what I’ve heard. ‘Adryan was his best friend? And Stephanie cheated on him twice?! What the actual fuck?’

"There's a resort not far from here and they have like, tons of sick offers and deals for honeymooners! I figured you and I could go and pretend that we're a newly married couple." I laughed, "That sounds like fun! But in order for this to work, you gotta be... well... straight," I mentioned. "Don't worry girl! I can keep the gay at bay," he joked, tossing my shirt at me. "Now get ready, and I'll meet you in the kitchen!" *******

Suddenly all went black. Nate, Ian, and Zaki's stories are Completed titled It's Just I Love You. Boy x Boy, intense, hotter, bondage, rape, and kinkier than this, if you are not into that stuff, sorry. That is, the story of the three of them is COMPLETED, but he is Boy X Boy, meaning Man to Man. You will get to know Zaki better in that story and find out how much he loves Ian and how much he loves you, argh just kidding haha. Waaaah. 👇 >

Jax jerked off right over my open mouth and unloaded straight down my throat, making me choke and cough. I swallowed what I could. The rest dripped down my chin, onto my neck and ruined tits. I lay there panting, covered in cum, pussy and asshole throbbing, when the suite door opened. A fourth man walked in. He was older, maybe late 40s, built solid with a cruel smile and behind him… Patricia... She was already half-naked, dress pulled down, lipstick smeared. She looked at me, saw the state I was in, covered in cum, holes gaping, shaking on the floor, and she actually smiled.

Turned into nothing but a set of three sloppy fuckholes for superior cocks and cunts. That’s why I signed up for the private studio. The website was hidden deep on the dark web, invitation-only for the most depraved. “Ultimate Flesh Factory – No Limits, No Safewords, Pure Corruption.” They filmed the filthiest scenes imaginable for an exclusive audience of billionaires who jerked off to real taboo destruction. I filled out the form with shaking fingers, listing every disgusting fantasy I had: incest roleplay, breeding, bukkake, choking, slapping, piss play, anal gaping, fisting, cum inflation. I ticked every box. When they replied confirming my slot for a six-person gangbang, I nearly came o

I joust my head playfully, my hooded sinful eyes were staring at his slashed back. Blood was gushing out of his back. He couldn’t even move that freely. I already caused enough mayhem from this place. Everything is about to collapse. It’s been years since I felt this lively. The aroma of fresh bodily fluid is stuffing my nostrils. I inhaled precipitously, sucking in all of their souls. “E-ethan…please, have mercy on me-”

Another lady came in. "You see you see your life? That's what we were telling you. Auntie SPEC, always craving for young boys in multi-colored socks, cross bag, and iPhone. 'I LOVE GUYS WITH BEARDS' Just take a look at your aftermath. You said you wanted to 'chop' life. I hope you have enjoyed it to your fullest. It definitely gave you more than you bargained for. Werey (Madwoman) You also wanted to feel among and 'oppress'. You finally ended up being the one oppressed. Do you think that a well-to-do guy would marry a liability like you? After living your life recklessly, you think you can lift the burden of your deserved consequences and put it on his head? No way! A man shall pay for his

" Gripping the phone tightly, I couldn't help but regret my poor judgment of people in the past. I still couldn't reconcile the foul-mouthed woman before me with the sweet, obedient girl she once pretended to be. Even knowing it was all an act, I had to admit she was impressive—most people couldn't keep up such a facade for that long. I decided to see what she wanted. Besides, she mentioned Nicholas. I wanted to know what exactly she was talking about. Claudia immediately sent me a photo of Nelson lying in a hospital bed. "Mr. Fisher urgently needed money and was auctioning off a piece of land. Nick offered 100 thousand, which pissed him off so much he landed in the hospital!"

The Paper Widow was going to Mexico and that worn out whore Peggy was being exchanged at the whore house for a younger, fresher, less possessive one. Oliver’s face fell as he looked over the whores displaying their wares in hopes of being picked. They were a sorry looking lot to be sure. He shuddered with revulsion when the one called Peggy’s foul breath filled his breathing space while she rubbed her abundant bosom against his arm and whispered things she would like to do to him and what she would be willing to have him do to her. He could not believe his stroke of good luck when she took offense by his obvious shuddering and spat obscenities about how tired she was of uppity men and uppi

He underestimated me. “I have information that will interest you boss.” He quickly said. He must’ve noticed my hand lingering on the gun beside me. “What makes you think I want to listen to you?” I raised my eyebrow. “Everyone in the underground is talking about it. A book.” He takes a deep breath, “There’s a book that has all the secrets of all the gangs in the city. Even that of El Alma.” The mere mention of the top mafia group in Chicago grabs my attention. Even though it was mostly non-existent and hidden, El Alma remained the biggest mafia group to ever exist. It’s been around since my father was still a boy.