Gloryhole Novels & Stories

Glory was scared but she was even more confused the more Clara talked to her. " What?!, don't you think you are going too far with this?, you are the one trying to justify yourself for sleeping with someone's husband in a righteous way because of the baby in your stomach ." Nora was even more agitated by her choice of words, who was being unreasonable?She picked up her cup of tea and splashed it in Glory's face . " Awesome , that nice " Xavier ( who has been eavesdropping opened the beep curtain and walked in .

The path led into a vast grassland area that was surrounded by tall trees and I was about to ask Shrilly what he meant by ‘we’re here’ when my gaze dipped and I noticed a hole. My jaws dropped. It was like a split in the earth's surface— a crooked rift, and I crept closer to it to realize it ran very deep into the earth's crust. It was darkness itself down there. I turned my bewildered gaze to Shrilly and Grus and I believe I spoke for everyone when I said, “You can’t be serious.” They both smiled. “Welcome to the Trencher Hole.” Grus said and the next thing I knew, he and Shrilly were jumping inside.

The Architects' murmurs were drowned, swept aside by a single deep resonance. The corrupted numbers stopped, their advance spasmodic and bewildered. They recoiled away from the golden radiance, which was incinerating their shadow-forms with a searing explicitness. "He's fighting them!" Gloria panted, amazement in her voice. "He's fighting them using the raw energy of the Lode!"

"Hello, may I ask if you've admitted a car accident victim named Khloe Tori?" "No." "Could you check again? A young woman, around twenty, was brought in yesterday afternoon." "Sir, we don't have anyone by that name." Every hospital gave him the same answer. Alexa trailed behind, watching his hollow, disoriented expression. The satisfaction swelling in her chest was almost too much to contain, yet she still feigned concern. "Khloe's gone too far with this joke, making you worry like this. Why won't she just answer the phone?"

The words land in the hallway like a dropped plate. "I'm sorry?" "You smell like you. I smell like me." He's still facing the door. "Mated pairs don't smell like two separate people, Dolly. They're around each other twenty-four seven. They fuck. Anyone with a nose will know in thirty seconds that we've never been closer than a handshake." My brain is stuck on how the word *fuck* sounds in Noah's mouth, like a cassette rewinding to the same verse. "So what do we do?" I ask, though I already know.

I was a gold digger from the womb. Even before I was born, I loved money more than life itself. When I heard my parents had gone bankrupt, I strangled myself with my own umbilical cord and got myself reborn into a rich family instead. Later, a human trafficker snatched me and tried to sell me off to some backwater village. I grabbed his knife to him and threatened him, "I only go to families worth over a hundred million dollars. Sell me to some poor family, and you're dead!" He was scared half to death and had no choice but to dump me at the door of a police station. When I grew up, I took it even further. I worked as a stand-in girlfriend for eight billionaire CEOs. From the moment I op

Gianna’s lips suddenly slid off my penis. She gasped, her eyes widening. We had been so lost in each other that we hadn't noticed the hole in the wall—a rough-edged opening at crotch height that led directly into the next booth. A glory hole. And through that hole, a man’s cock was already poking through. It was massive—longer and thicker than mine. The head was a prominent, purple-grey mushroom, flared and glistening, the shaft bending upward.

She tapped a few buttons, and from where she was, she could clearly see the live feed from one of the drone cameras she’d authorized. The "Sacred Grove." To the wolves, it was where their ancestors’ spirits supposedly hummed in the roots of the ancient cedars. To her, it was six hundred acres of prime timber and untapped geothermal energy that Roman had been too "traditional" to monetize. From her screen, she saw everything perfectly well. Six massive, yellow D11 bulldozers had their engines kicking up plumes of black soot that stained the morning air. They were lined up at the edge of the forest like a row of teeth ready to devour.

Her pretty, swollen pussy stretched wide around the toy, glossy with her own juices. My throat went dry. My cunt clenched so hard it hurt. All I could think about was burying my fingers deep in that dripping hole and swirling my tongue over her clit until she came all over my face. “Oh my fucking god,” Olive breathed beside me, eyes locked on the show. Her fingers tightened around mine. “She’s sexy as hell. Your mother hired a goddamn p**n star.” Rose didn’t stop. She just pulled the thick dildo out of her pussy with a filthy wet sound, the toy coated and shiny with her cream, and looked straight at us.

‘This…. this think is a true glutton’. There no change in it even after absorbing my aurora like drinking water, I know that if it drink it all, I will cease to exist, because that is the embodiment of myself but Ican’t let it be so I have to stop it, although I couldn’t feel fear or anything else but I still have sense of preservation, waiting this bottomless hole suck me dryuntil it will be satisfied is not an option.