Freak Stories Novels & Stories

“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.”

Dementia said. "Don't you dare lie to me Dementia, you killed our people for a stupid powers and I killed the evil Sluagh fairy before your very eyes, then you flee and locked me in there for eternity, I was only freed by Nora and like you, I also made a huge sacrifice which brought me to this world. So stop lying Dementia."

But soon, she would understand the consequences of being miserly. One day, while Greta was mocking me as usual, Hilda gleefully watched on. She walked into the living room with a glass of water to keep her throat hydrated. However, her movements were cautious, and she shuffled around nervously. As she was about to sit down, I suddenly shouted, "Ah!" Startled, she plopped down onto the chair, and there was a loud popping sound. Hilda let out an ear-piercing scream. Trembling, she glanced downward and saw that her pants were completely soaked. Her eyes rolled back into her head, and she fainted on the spot.

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I wasn't a vanilla, but there were things I'd not tried because my husband wasn't so interested with the freaky stuff. "Yes Stella. Never tried this before?" He asked. His finger slid out a little before slamming back into me. "Want me to stop?" I was torn, this might be my only chance to try all the freaky stuff before going back to my normal life, my normal husband. "Go slow" I said instead. "This is new" "That's my good girl" he pumped his finger slowly, in and out. When the weirdness had fizzled out, I realized how horny this made me. My fingers found my clit and I played with myself while he fingered my ass.

"That's my dare. Tom, I dare you to tell us the most perverted, fucked up thing you've ever done. And you better tell the truth." "Hey," I said with a grin, "Truth is better than fiction. Alright, let me think. 'Most fucked up' is kind of subjective." I pondered a few different stories I could tell, and settled on the one I bragged about most to the boys on the football team. "OK, I know the story for you. So you guys remember Greg and Gina Fosters?" "The twins who moved away last year?" Matt asked. "Greg was kind of hot. Decent dick," Sarah said offhandedly, making Matt wince.

I said. “But we could set up a fake meeting.” said Sam. “But where will you send the message to. We don’t have the Freaks contact details.” I said. “There have been several social accounts created in support of the Freak, since they believe he deserves mercy,as he was abused. While doing my search using the tool I got from the dark web, I found the Freaks social account, the original one. He has written,a help me find my girlfriend message in his bio. Can you believe this guy. I will send the message to him. A romantic desperate message of a woman who has missed his high school sweetheart.” Sam explained.

Those beautiful yet sharp eyes regard me with the same intensity that they gave me in my dream. “Well, fuck.” I curse under my breath. * * * Dear Gentle Readers, any idea what on Earth is happening? Do tell your theories in the review/comment section. Thank you and stay safe! P.S. Clarabelle's story is called "Fuck You and All of Your Bullshits" and it is available here on GoodNovel.

"We haven't had our fill yet, baby. And we have yet to find out who can make you scream louder. Scream for me, yeah?" That night, Farrah was twisted and folded to different positions as they took turns in fucking her and she suddenly regretted her decision. When they finally stopped, the sun was already shining and she was sore all over. She couldn't even lift a finger and her throat hurts. She wondered if she would be able to take her insatiable lovers. But then again, she couldn't deny that she loved every moment of it. END. * Next: Eat Me, Mr. Zombie A scientist is experimenting on a zombie and suddenly had a crazy idea. Can zombies still get it up so she could take a sperm example? She f

I rolled over and grabbed my journal from the floor. I told myself I was going to write about what happened today. About how Lane saw through me. About how it made me feel exposed, vulnerable, disgusting. But that’s not what came out. Instead, I wrote a story. A scene. A fantasy. I didn’t even realize what I was doing until I was already halfway through describing how he stood up from his chair in his office , walked right straight to me, and pinned me to the wall. His mouth found mine like he couldn’t hold back anymore. His hands undressed me with a quiet kind of urgency, as he plunges his dick into my pussy.