Grindr Horror Stories Novels & Stories

Andrea smirked while shrugging her broad shoulders nonchalantly. They then talked about their day and Andrea asked why she was wearing a backpack on her shoulders. Luna flushed. She was way too embarrassed to admit that she got scared of the thunder and had anxiety in her apartment. She was about to reply a made-up excuse when a sudden boom! stopped them.

Saliva bubbled at the corners of my lips, dripping onto Thorne's legs Lucien and Draven stroked their dicks faster as they watched us. Lucien's red hair fell to the side, as he stroked the tip of his cock hard. "Look at our brothers using up her holes", he groaned. Draven grunted in agreement, his hand stroking his cock even faster. Their dicks were driving me crazy. Thorne thrusted his hips beneath me met my own movements in rhythm as his dick pounded my cervix. Cedric's dick fucked my throat hard.

His cold expression held no traces of fear as he glanced between his friends, from the couple among them to those who were always at each other's throats. “Signing an online form to consent to consensual-non-consensual sex with strangers isn't the wildest thing we’ve done together.” He scolded but Mike was so fear-stricken that he refused to be shut up. “Yeah, but not in a fucking haunted mansion—” “I said it’s not a fucking haunted mansion,” Gem interrupted him, kicking him in his shin. Mike groaned in pain and she quickly rushed to him, her hand wrapped around him. “Are you alright?”

Ryan gripped my hips hard with both hands and started guiding me up and down his length with firm, deep strokes. “Fuck, your pussy is so goddamn tight and wet,” he groaned, thrusting his hips up powerfully to meet every bounce. “It’s gripping my cock like it never wants to let go. You love being stuffed full, don’t you, baby? Tell me how much you love this thick dick stretching your greedy cunt.”

he whispered. He leaned down and started to eat the toppings right off my skin. His tongue was hot and rough, licking away the salty oil and the spicy heat of the pepperoni. He moved lower, his mouth following the trail of grease down to my inner thighs. The mix of the warm food and his wet mouth was driving me crazy. He was using his tongue like a weapon, licking me clean with slow, heavy strokes that made me arch my back and cry out.

I whispered urgently, but my voice shook with a mix of panic and raw want. My pussy clenched hard at the feeling of his bare cockhead teasing my opening, spreading my lips apart every time he rocked his hips. He didn’t answer with words at first. Instead he gripped my waist tighter and made me grind down slowly on just the thick tip, letting it catch at my entrance before sliding back up to rub my swollen clit. The blunt head felt huge, hot and pulsing as it teased me open. “Grind on it,” he ordered in a rough whisper right against my ear. “Nice and slow. Feel how wet you are for your stepbrother’s cock? This tight little pussy is dripping all over the head like it wants me to split you open

oh his chick bones looked like they were carved and shaped with an African wooden spoon. His lips, I could kiss them all day and night if he’d let me closer. They were slim, not as thick as mine. The bottom lip was amazing. I bet it was written awesomeness all over it. His walk, his walk was that of a god. I know I have never seen one before, but I can just imagine how gods walk. I think the ground felt blessed and honored when his feet touched it. I think I once heard Miss Griffiths - the college domestic helper say: ‘That Billy boy is one lekka ding (one yummy thing)’. Yeah, I heard right. Unless I was perhaps hearing things. He turned heads everywhere he went. Even the heads of some men t

In 1983 a Mrs Carson of New York was laid out in our coffin, presumed dead of hear disease. As mourners watched, she suddenly sat up, alive as you or I. Unfortunately her daughter dropped dead of fright on the spot. I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy!I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon.

The red-haired player was completely panicking, shouting nonstop, "Help me! Hurry!" By the time Silvia and the other girl tried to reach him, it was too late. Ximena's hair turned into sharp blades and pierced through his entire body. He was riddled with holes in an instant. That wig was terrifying! This petite ghost bride was absolutely vicious, chasing Silvia and the short-haired girl all over the room. Meanwhile, I stayed in the coffin, watching the chaos unfold. Suddenly, Silvia stopped and turned to stare straight at Ximena. Ximena's speed began to slow.

Patty groaned with visible frustrations on her face. " Let's just tell some horror stories." My eyes lightened up as I hear horror stories. I love horror stories too. Sheena usually tells me something about horrors. At first, I'll cover my ears and pretend I didn't hear anything from her but sooner it wonders me and catch my interest. I sometimes read one-shot horror stories.