Freaky Stories Novels & Stories

Trigger Warnings 18+ ONLY This collection contains explicit sexual content including: Graphic MM sex scenes BDSM dynamics Dubious consent Power exchange Rough sex Possessive/dominant behavior Strong language Reader discretion is strongly advised. A collection of stories about men who want more... Strangers in dark clubs, rivals who can't keep their hands off each other, alphas and Omegas bound by something older than either of them, two men who've been circling each other for years finally giving in. Every story stands alone. Every story burns differently. Some are quick and dirty, some take their time. Some are about the first time, and some are about the last

He soon cummed. Meanwhile what started as normal sex soon took a wild turn in the hotel 's bedroom. Nikhil couldn't control himself. He became wild and started slapping Sunna hard on her butt that even left marks of his hands on her ass. He pulled her hair tightly while sex and kept on pounding her so hard that she fainted from exhaustion. He also had marks on her fingers all over his back and shoulders . He finished inside her despite knowing the fact he wasn't wearing a condom and she could get pregnant but the thought of sowing his seed inside such a beautiful woman was extremely exciting for him.

He lifted my top and in one go,he had it over my head and on the floor. His hands hooked over the band of my shorts as he began peeling it off. “I want screams tonight.” “You're not __” “I'm gonna make you scream,trust me.” I refused to look into his eyes,I couldn't. I stepped out of my shorts and immediately,he got on his knees,his face directly in front of my pussy. I moved my legs, feeling a bit exposed. “Are you shy?” He asked. His voice held a little hint of mockery. “A bit,I'm just.” I felt the first lick and my body went rigid.

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.

Epilogue: Now that I have written several of these stories, I find that my old ghosts have started to haunt my dreams yet again. It is amazing that once things are written down, they begin to take on a life of their own. Just remember, if you don’t want things to go bump in the night, don’t tell anyone else about them.

Thursday Night God, I’m still trembling. My thighs are sore, my body aches deliciously, and my pussy… my pussy feels so fucking full, even hours later. I can smell him on me. I can feel the ghost of his cock stretching me. I have to write this down before the details fade, before the raw, filthy truth of it gets polished into some pretty memory. It wasn’t pretty. It was primal.

“Then maybe that’s your answer.” Later that night, Ryan stood by his window. The streetlights blurred in the distance. His inbox pinged again a reply from L. Tansey, offering a call. He didn’t answer yet. Instead, he opened a blank page. And he typed: “A Story That Doesn’t Belong To You” by Ryan Calloway He stared at the title for a long moment. Then under it, he wrote: “This isn’t a story about revenge. It’s about reclaiming.” Two weeks later.

“What?” “You look like you ran a marathon. Are you sick?” “No…no, I’m fine,” Megan lied, flashing a shaky grin as she pulled out her notebook. She tried to focus, but she couldn't. She was on edge and her thighs still trembled, the ache between her legs throbbing with every shift in the seat. ‘What am I doing? What am I doing? I just allowed a stranger fuck me, and not just a stranger, my professor. This is insanely insane!’

Dad and Linda had traumatized me. I turned on my laptop to find something to calm the throbbing ache between my legs. My shorts were already halfway down my thighs when my cock sprang free, thick and leaking, a fat bead of precum rolling down the head. I hissed through my teeth at the cool air hitting it. I scrolled fast, landing on my favourite video. The one I kept coming back to. College guy, older woman; stepmom trope, MILF p**n, obviously.