Freak Stories Novels & Stories

Sperm mixed with ice cream was one of the most weird and most delicious combinations I've ever tasted in a long time. Before I could spell Jack Robinson, a being was already snoring beside me. I looked at him, admired how innocent he was, and smiled. I joined him in the bed and slept off. I couldn't fuck my brother on my first attempt; sucking his cock made him weak. He must be a virgin. I was a virgin as well. Watching p**n and reading erotic stories taught me everything I knew about sex and had failed on various occasions to initiate myself into womanhood. My last attempt was with Phillips. I had tasted only his lips, but I had stopped halfway. He was horrible. Very horrible with his finge

THIRD FREAKING TIME USING MY VIBRATOR! in 4 hours, i knew i was ovulating but i didn't know I'd act like an animal in heat ..Jesus Christ . i groaned as i rolled side to side, at this point ,i just laid pantless in my bed,my sheets damp with all my possible bodily fluids, sweat, tears, constant squirting,but i didn't get up ,my clit still throbbed for more, i tried to ignore it, but all i keep getting was flashbacks of every time,i had been fucked to the edge of my life,every feel of fat dicks in my mouth,the taste ,even weirdly the smell, and this was me thinking about it again, maybe i have used enough of my imagination.

THEMES: Care and After care, Revenge, Mushy- strained confession, Non- sex KINKS: Touch- Her- And- Die, LENA'S POV I'm at a quiet spot in a club-------- a rare spot--------- crying my eyes out. Fuck I can't continue this way, I can't keep fucking that... that gizzard. But I love my job, I can't lose it. I sniff as I wipe at my face, only for more tears to flow; I can't believe I enjoyed it.

Pinky squinted to read it, her eyes tracing the loops and crosses. "Collection of short stories for ladies," the title read. "Stories of desire, of awakening, of the first time." Pinky blinked, her eyes widening as she read on. The handwriting was feminine, secretive, as if the writer were sharing her most guarded thoughts with only the pages. It was a confession. A revelation. As she began to read.

This thing, whatever it was, felt good. *** On Thursday, I met Felix, who felt much too ordinary. We were both in the bookstore two blocks from my apartment. He was tall and had messy curls. He was reading something about modern demonology, muttering something under his breath as he flipped a page. I laughed. I just couldn’t help it. He looked up. I tilted my head curiously. “You don’t actually believe that stuff, do you?” I asked. He smirked, slow and lazyily. “What if I said yes?”

I've never been this horny in my life. ‎Immediately after my last class, I flagged down a cab and went straight home. I hope to see Damon at home so he can bang me very well; if not, I'm gonna go to his room and masturbate on his bed while thinking of his cock. ‎When I got home, I went straight to Damon's room in search of him. I didn't even bother to go to my room first. You can call me a sex freak; I don't care. That's what you become when you get fucked by a dick that's 10 inches long and 3 inches thick, also knows how to do its job.

I could feel myself shaking uncontrollably, tears running down my face. Lena licked my tits, sucked my nipples while the men destroyed me. The sounds were obscene; wet squelching, skin slapping, my broken moans and their low growls. Her dad’s voice cut through the haze. “Tomorrow morning we’re breeding both of you. Gonna fill these young cunts with so much cum you’ll be leaking for days.” The words pushed me over again. I came harder than ever, squirting all over Ethan’s cock, ass pulsing. My vision went white. I felt like I was floating and falling at the same time.

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