G Slur Novels & Stories

“Two fingers on your clit. Feel how slick and swollen you are. Circle it slowly… just like my tongue would.” I slide three thick fingers deep inside your cunt, curling them with perfect pressure against your G-spot. The wet, filthy sound of your fingers pumping your soaked pussy is the only sound in your ears. I edge you with aching love — bringing you right to the trembling edge again and again, holding you there while whispering praise. “You’re so wet for me, my sweet girl… so open… so perfect… let it build… I love how you tremble…” You’re crying soft, overwhelmed tears. Your voice breaks.

I can hear my slurred words, and I already know he did. "Yeah, there's some liquid codeine in there. Feels fucking great, yeah?" He says it with a smile, and although I feel fucking amazing, I am unable to even function alone. "Even though it feels good, I'm unable to function at all." I slur my speech once more.

Sleeping was the last thing you wanted to be doing here. There was movement off to his left and he pulled out his pistol, reflexes still sharp even after everything. It was a figure limping towards him, half stumbling. The closer it came, the more he could tell this person was infected—the secretion covering its Hazmat suit, emanating from a hole in the helmet. He could see enough to know that this was Strauss’ assistant, the one who’d thrown herself out of the window.

’ [where are you going, my love] ‘Miláo me tin próin kopéla mou, glykiá you,’ Sloan replied and chortled, enjoying the string of Greek profanities thrown at him by his flavor of the week. [I’m talking to my ex-girlfriend, sweetheart] “That was brutal.” I shook my head, dropping like a log on the bed. A door opened and closed on Sloan’s end, followed by the sound of waves crashing. “She gave a sloppy deep throat. You set the bar so high, malyshka.”

That he will leave me. Instead, I was met by his hand gripping my arms in a death grip. "You know, I will never leave you," he snarled furiously, his eyes simmering with gold. "She will never come. And even if she does, she and I never could be. There is no future for me and her!"

I’m drooling, snorting, gagging, loving it. On the floor Luara and Melissa are locked in a sloppy 69. You can hear every filthy detail: SHLURP-SHLURP-SHLURP of tongues scooping cream, wet squish when fingers plunge in, Melissa spitting on Luara’s asshole and tongue-fucking it with loud PLAP-PLAP-PLAP.

Not yet. Sly chuckled softly, looking up from the screen. "Yeah, you go in there guns blazing, and you'll be dead before you even pull the trigger." I glared at him “Fine,” I muttered, my voice dark but controlled. ---- The cold light from Sly’s laptop illuminated his face as he typed furiously, fingers dancing over the keys with eerie precision. His smug expression was something that always grated on me, but I had to keep my composure. I couldn't afford to let this asshole see that he was getting to me. Nikolia stood by my side, his presence a steady reminder, but I knew I was already teetering on the edge of control.