Gynarchy Stories Novels & Stories

Sophia Reynolds sat nervously in the waiting room of Dr. Alexander Kane’s private clinic, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. At twenty-eight, she had been married for four years to a kind but sexually distant man. Their intimate life had become routine, almost nonexistent. Sophia had convinced herself that this was normal, that good wives didn’t crave more. But lately, the ache inside her had grown unbearable. She found herself fantasizing about rough hands, filthy words, and being taken without mercy. The guilt ate at her every night.

My insides felt heavy, leaking the evidence of his ownership down my thighs. I grabbed a handful of paper towels, scrubbing at the white enamel of the dryer, then at my own skin, my hands shaking so hard I could barely grip the paper. Every movement made me wince.. the fullness of him had left a lingering, throbbing ache that reminded me exactly what I was: his little slut. I heard the front door open. "Kade? Jamie? I’m back!" Parish’s voice was like a knife through the fog. I froze, clutching my discarded boxers to my chest. I heard Kade’s voice meet hers in the hallway…smooth, charming, the perfect husband.

Ara sat at her desk just before bedtime, staring at the blinking cursor on the screen. Writing had completely changed for her. No longer was it just a job or a creative outlet. Every word she typed now was a way to process the terrifying truth. Damon Marshall owned her. Every orgasm, every rough thrust, every filthy word he whispered had rewired her completely. She wrote to make sense of how addicted she had become to the man who had bought her for one month. She wasn't sure what she would do with herself when the contract expired.

“Better than those dirty stories you write in your diary?” I winked at her and saw the coldness in her countenance. “I only write, I have never really experienced them.” “What do you write about then? Your fantasies?” “Even better…I write about how I fanstasize other people having sex.” I was dumbfounded. “Oh my goodness, that is the horniest thing I have ever heard.”

My husband/Alpha and I love to have kinky fun in the bedroom, which usually means that he teases and edges me, plays with my nipples, pushes my head down onto his cock so that it goes all the way back into my throat, then bends me over and fucks me until he cums. The catch is that I’m never allowed to cum, no matter what. He likes that I get sluttier and more desperate for cock as I get hornier. About a year or two ago, we decided that it would be fun to add other guys to our sexual play, which usually results in me sucking everyone’s cocks until everyone blows their loads in my face. With one friend in particular, it was a little different though.

Kian After a much-needed vacation, Gia and I returned to Forest Hills to pick up the keys to our love nest. It wasn’t spectacular to look at. Sure, we owned plenty of land, but the barn was a dilapidated wreck. We had to see past all the shit and debris and visualize how we wanted it to look. Gia had her own ideas, and they conflicted with mine. She wanted whitewashed walls, floaty, see-through drapes, polished floors, and decorative crap that served no purpose other than to look pretty. She made a fucking mood board and showed every female at the Clubhouse, recruiting an army of minions to peck my head and drive me insane. I spent every morning, noon, and night at the barn alongside my brot

99 - The entire Harem was disbanded, the concubines got married and lived their life to the fullest, they were members of the association of women under Empress Han's leadership, Kana wanted an equality between women and men and other sexes in this Era. In the latter months of his pregnancy, Kana stayed in Phoenix Palace with Seokjin beside him who fortunately open up to him after he found out that Kana also came from the modern world. They get along well, and Seokjin was a Noble Prize awardee in the modern world in his ancient medicine expertise, hence he used his knowledge to practice and experiment on available herbs for operating a patient.

"Is that so? Then why would you choose to specifically exclude a gynecological examination?" Anya looked intentionally at Jeremy with her pitiful eyes and said aggrievedly, "Because I told the doctor that I got bitten by a venomous snake in the process of saving someone when I was young which caused me to suffer from infertility for a long time, so there's no point in doing a gynecological examination. The doctor was very sympathetic, and he didn't force me either." She was easily able to arouse other people's sympathy and pity when she said that. However, Corinne chuckled. "I just realized that you're a liar who tells lies without even batting an eye!"

EMMA The walk up the stairs felt like a fever dream. My legs were still shaky from the two massive orgasms Sarah had ripped out of me downstairs, and my inner thighs were slick with a mixture of my own juices and her saliva. Jake’s cum had dried in streaks on my skin, but my pussy was already throbbing again, aching to be filled. Sarah led us by the hand—her full, naked body glowing under the hallway light, heavy tits bouncing with every step, ass jiggling enticingly. Jake followed close behind, his thick cock still rock-hard and bouncing, glistening from fucking Sarah’s cunt.

1. LISA I’m Nineteen years old, and my parents still believe I’m their innocent church girl who wouldn’t dare break a single rule. They have no idea how wrong they are. I’ve spent my entire life trapped in that house, watched like a prisoner. The moment their car leaves the driveway, I slip out, find girls who want the same thing I do, and let them devour my pussy in the back seat of cars or rundown motel rooms where no one asks questions. I’ve perfected the art of playing the perfect daughter while my body stays constantly hungry, cunt wet and aching for release.