Freak Stories Novels & Stories

Sam said, snapping her gloss shut. "What thing?" Lena asked, keeping her eyes on the road. "The 'I'm just a quiet little mouse' thing. Lena, it’s a party. My parents are in Cabo, Caleb is hosting, and there’s enough liquor in that house to drown a small village. Live a little." "I live," Lena murmured. "I just don't feel like being hungover for Monday morning." "It's Saturday night. Live for tonight, worry about Monday when the sun comes up."

They were both impressed that I have already published a half dozen books that have been fairly successful. “I love the Erotic Wizard book you wrote,” Fiona purred. It amazed me that she had already read one of my books. “I get aroused every time I think about those steamy sex scenes you described,” she announced openly. There was a short silence that followed and Franny was grinning broadly when I glanced over at her.

“Fuck my ass too.” Rickard positioned himself. With Elias’s thick cock still pounding her pussy, Rickard pressed his own against her tight asshole. He pushed, slowly, insistently. The resistance was fierce, but with a sick, wet pop, he breached her. Liza screamed, a raw, ragged sound muffled by Marcus’s cock. The feeling was unbelievable—her cunt stretched by one man’s girth, her ass filled by another’s length, and her mouth serving a third. She was a vessel, completely occupied, every hole claimed.

he says with a smirk plastered across his face. “Please no …no. Stop.” *SMACK* “Ahh…I'm a whore. One” *SMACK* “Ahhhh.. I'm a whore. Two” …..Five,....SIX…..Ten…... .Twelve….. Nineteen. “So this is the final deal” Clover fondled her head gently stroking her hair and caressing her ass cheeks with the stick. Her ass was all red and bruised. *SMACK* “Ahh.. I'm a whore. Twenty.”

Joba contacted me the other day on social media with a strange F******k account because I also blocked him in return on all social media. He probably viewed my recent pictures that I took during my recent outing with friends and we also visited the beach to have fun. He sent a friend request with the strange account but I didn't accept him. He decided to send a message on messenger to me. Joba said that I was living a carefree lifestyle and If my plan was to start hanging out with friends and start messing around that i should return his bride price first. That I still belongs to him and I can't be living anyhow.

Which was funny in itself. “I need some food,” I told Gracie, who was heading to the dodgems. “Catch you later,” she said as we parted ways. As I sat and ate my double cheeseburger and fries, I couldn’t help but overhear an argument from a nearby trailer. Someone has been sleeping with someone’s wife. I watch as a scuffle unfolds. “Who needs TV when you have entertainment like this?” a human boy says as he sits next to me. We watch in silence as a scuffle takes place in the tiny trailer and a man is thrown through the door. He is then fired. I snorted with laughter. It must have been the fair owner’s wife he was sleeping with.

Waves of ecstasy rolled, leaving me trembling, vision blurring. Finally, gasping, I clicked to ten: the ultimate, a combination of all— pulses, waves, throbs in chaotic harmony. "This... this is how I lose complete control. Everything at once, overwhelming. Pussy on fire, clit's exploding, ass clenching— total surrender."

“One drink. And you stay close to me. No wandering off.” Relief flooded through me as well as something much more dangerous than that. “Thank you.” I’d told my best friend I was exploring for the night. I was supposed to give her the details after I was back, but how could I tell her I met her father at a BDSM club and told him to show me around?

She wanted to be chased, caught, and used roughly, but only by someone she trusted to stop if she needed them to. One lonely night, after too much wine and too much scrolling, she downloaded an app called VelvetKink. It was a discreet, anonymous app for people with extreme or taboo kinks. Profiles were faceless unless you chose to show them. People matched based on shared fantasies rather than looks. Elena made a profile. She was honest in the kink section. Kinks: CNC (Consensual Non-Consent), kidnapping, rough sex, being overpowered, degradation + praise, being used, forced orgasms, being claimed/possessed.

"I'm green. Don't stop. Please don't stop." Damien's laugh was dark and approving. "That's my girl. Xavier, she's ready for you." IT ALL STARTED SIX MONTHS AGO: THE APPLICATION Serah had discovered the service by accident....a whispered conversation overheard at an upscale bar, a business card slipped across a table, a website that required three separate security clearances to access. Elite Experiences it was called. Discreet, expensive, exclusive. They specialized in fulfilling fantasies that couldn't be satisfied through conventional means. And their most sought-after offering was "The Twenty-Four."