Freaky Stories Novels & Stories

I wanted to ask him why he saved me, why he kept showing up, why he said I was his, but the questions tasted too heavy and risky. “You’re unusually quiet,” he said after a long minute. “Talk to me.” “I’m thinking about how insane this is,” I said, and the laugh that came out was thin and brittle. “How I kissed my brother’s best friend on the street and now he’s in my bed.” He laughed too. “Weird nights make the best stories later.” I wanted it to be a joke. I wanted to laugh, mean it and roll over and forget every rule. But the truth hovered between us.

WARNING! THIS IS A NON-CONSENSUAL STORY. PLEASE BE WARNED. IF YOU CAN'T HANDLE IT AVOID THIS PARTICULAR STORY. As I mentioned, I write based on the prompts readers give if it's not too extreme. This doesn't mean the author supports this in real life. Note: There are limits I won't cross when writing these collections, so when you request a certain story, don't cross a certain line. I won't write it. CHAPTER 1 The bar smelled like spilt beer and old cigarettes. A few people were scattered around the tables. It was late August, and most of the town was at the county fair.

She was breathing harder now, her hand slid to her thigh, her fingers brushing the hem of her skirt, she couldn’t help it, she lifted the skirt slightly and slipped her hand inside her panties, she touched her clit in slow circles, she was damn soaked. Jaxon looked up and saw her hand moving, his eyes darkened instantly, but he didn’t move nor did he stop her. “Keep going,” he said, voice low. “Tell me about the Q&A session.” She moaned softly, her fingers sliding inside herself now. “Someone… someone asked about emotional memory… I can’t…” He set the folder aside, leaned back and watched her. “You can, keep talking.” She stripped the blouse off, no bra, her nipples already hard, her skirt u

The conversation went on like our usual normal chatter, which made me even more nervous about what I actually came here to say. A waiter came over. “Good evening, ladies. What can I get you?” “I’ll have a Big Mac meal with Coke and extra fries,” I said quickly. “Same for me,” May added. “And two Oreo McFlurries for later.” When the waiter left, we talked a bit about work. I told her about the stressful new project I was handling, and she complained about her boss who kept stealing credit for her ideas. When our food finally arrived, I attacked my burger like I hadn’t eaten in days. I was barely tasting it. My hands were still shaking a little, and I could feel sweat on my back.

he growled against my neck. “I….I love…crazy.” I stammered. “Good.” He backed away from me, and in the dim light walked to a cabinet in the corner, pulling out a cuff and a blindfold. My breath caught as the metal of the cuff glinted faintly. I had watched videos of girls being tied up, blindfolded, and fucked, but I had never actually done anything like it. Lee had always preferred his sex safe and calm. Not dark and dangerous.

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?”

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.

Cora’s POV. “SMACK!” My skin sizzled from the impact of Ace's spank. I couldn't hold back the helpless moan escaping my lips. His palm grabbed onto the seam of my bum shorts, and he pulled it really hard, letting the fabric sit tightly between my folds. It felt so teasing, so hot, and my clit throbbed in response to the friction. “The way those pretty pink lips of yours fall out of your shorts is quite the sight. I wonder what they'll look like by the time I'm done fucking you,” he growls, now pulling the seam of my shorts back and forth.

She looked comfortable, like she owned the place. “Getting late, Matt,” she said softly. “You look tense. Why don’t you tell me a story? Or better yet, let me tell you one.” She started talking in that low, husky voice. Stories about late-night deals, fast cars, and men who thought they could control her. Every one had a dirty edge. How she once made a rival boss beg on his knees. How power felt better when it came with pleasure. Matt listened, pretending it was just work, but his dick stayed rock hard the whole time.

It fell life a fantasy. I knew i had thing for danger since i was eighteen, when i almost ran my dads car over a cliff and felt nothing but freedom. My therapist then called it “risk seeking behavior”, over the years i tried to bury that part of me but Jagger could see through me. He looked at me like he knew every terrible thing inside me. I closed my eyes and leaned against the counter.