Novel & Cerita Freak Couple

On my wedding day, my fiancee, Alisson Poole, never shows up. Neither do her bridesmaids. I stand alone at the altar all day, enduring a roomful of pitying and contemptuous stares. After 999 rejected calls, I finally accept that she has fled the wedding. Back in our empty home, I see a post from her first love, Rhett Barker. "The art I want to explore with you goes beyond the soul. It includes the body, too." In the photo, Alisson wears the million-dollar custom wedding dress I bought her. She and her six bridesmaids kneel commando at his feet. Their eyes are dazed, burning with raw desire. They look at him like he's their deity, eager to be his most devoted followers. I stare at the

She said, looking at me like I had three heads. “It’s inappropriate,” I expressed again. “We are no longer a couple. Actually, we were never a couple.” “How can you say that, Samuel?” Cynthia said, crossing her arms and legs in anger. “A couple has a normal relationship,” I revealed. “They go out and have dinner, go to parties, and meet with friends.” “Nothing is normal about us, Samuel,” she declared. “We are perverse beings. Meant for each other.” “No, we’re not,” I uttered. “I have a girlfriend.”

"Bleurgh! That's why men's bodies are so vulgar!" While Caleb was still stupefied, the couple in the bushes noticed them sneaking around. Even as he went limp, the man snapped, "Shit! Are you people crazy?!" "Argh! It's all your fault, saying that it's more exciting outside!" "Hmph! I didn't expect we'd see another couple this tactless!" They were snapping and cursing, but Caleb and Tia had already fled, at a loss for words for that encounter. "I think we should go back," Caleb said.

When I was eighteen, my brothers, the bosses of our mafia family, brought home an adopted sister. And so, naive as I was, I became the biggest nuisance in the family. When Vivian's dress was torn, they blamed me. When Vivian was frightened by the gang violence, they still blamed me. Later, our turf was attacked, and Vivian was kidnapped by our rivals. My brothers, who used to adore me, looked at me with desperate, tearful eyes and broke down. "Piper, we are begging you. Please take Vivian's place, okay?" I quietly looked up at them and softly said, "Okay." So, on that stormy night, I walked alone into the enemy camp and took the place of their beloved princess. As for me, I was thro

However, everything below was obscured by her black scarf, with stray hairs framing half of her fair ear. A guy with a bob haircut... and the teacher already somewhat feminine... In that moment, he seemed incredibly gentle, evoking an impulse to protect him... Of course, that impulse vanihed instantly when he saw Jane Hilton, one hand on the shopping cart and the other pulling up the slipping scarf. Amidst a few bottles of beer and coffee, along with a pile of junk snacks, rows of travel-sized toiletries, and some daily necessities, there was unexpectedly a box of underwear and socks! But that wasn't the focus—the real highlight was the cartoon-patterned underwear and socks!

Joey's POV I never expected to run into Natash Yael and Jaclyn, the couple who had been through so much in the past two years. Everyone on the sidelines, including me, felt anxious for them. Finally, they had a child and a wife, and suddenly, they were getting divorced. Natash Yael, a childhood friend who had grown up together, exposed for everyone to see. The marriage was over, but it was evident that Jaclyn couldn't let go.

The dim lights of the swingers' club pulsed softly over the crowded room. Bodies moved in the shadows, laughter mixed with heavy breaths, and the air hung thick with the smell of sweat and excitement. In one corner, away from the main dance floor, sat a curious couple named Alex and Sarah. They had talked about this for months, whispering in bed about what it might feel like to share their bodies with strangers. Tonight, they decided to try it. Alex, tall with a strong build and short dark hair, held Sarah's hand tightly. Sarah, curvy with long blonde hair and a nervous smile, squeezed back. Her red dress hugged her full breasts and wide hips, making her feel both exposed and alive.

Her skirt was short enough that her panties could be seen when she bent over good. That club had a history of wild parties, but we weren't usually among the wild participants. I had heard of sexual escapades, but never planned to take part. There were two known swinging couples. People didn't say too much about them and their lifestyle, but both of the husbands confirmed it by trying to invite us to the lifestyle. Actually, those two have nothing to do with what happened with my wife.

"Remember the time I slipped up hic that I have a secret hobby of being a hardcore follower hic of a certain actor?" "Hmmm" she keeps nodding and smiling. She's damn too cute. "And I immediately said, 'hic' but I like you too 'hic' right?" "Hehehe I remember that and I also said I like you too" "Ahhh hehehe, you know hic it's actually Dohyung hic hmmm" I forgot I am talking to his wife. "Dohyung Kang?" I can't see her expression cause my vision went blurry. "Hehehe hmm hmm" I mindlessly nodded.

Her canal contracted sporadically around Damon dick causing her to join her husband in his throes of pleasure. They rode out their orgasms together before resituating themselves on their side with Damon still buried inside, preventing most of his cum from leaving Clary. For the last few months, Clary had preferred Damon stay inside as she felt full, like the beginnings of pregnancy. They lay in silence for a while as they recovered before Clary spoke in a hushed whisper. "Damon, we didn't use a condom." "Don't worry, we took our contraceptive shots for this month and your fertile period is over, right?" Clary nodded in reply "Okay, then we should be all good."