Is Twisted Love Smut Novels & Stories

He never loved anyone and now for the first time when He got aware of his feelings, He wanted his wife to feel the same thing for him. The woman thought that whatever they had between them was nothing but obsession and lust but it was more than that. Their twisted attraction was more than a few rolls in the bed. It was not only obsession but love. A dangerous love. The kind of love which couldn't be described with a few poetic lines, it was more of a gasoline and fire. Their love was like a volcanic eruption. Dangerous and wild. Insane and Dirty. Love which knew no bounds.

not really meaning to do this with octavia, but more along the lines of my wolf craved a release. i licked her bottom lip, asking for entrance. she opens her mouth and lets her tongue meet mine. her hands are resting around my neck, playing with the ends of my curls. she gently bites down onto my lip and i let out a low, needy moan. she sits up from my lap, still kissing me. it gives me the opportunity to slide my hands up her dress and put my hand on her butt, i pinch hard, receiving a squeal from her as she sits down again on my lap in return. when she did that i grabbed onto her panties and yanked them down quicker than she sat down.

, he ran out of the apartment hoping she was fine. "Why are you trembling? Not happy to see me?", He took a whiff of her scent breathing into her hair holding her tight from behind. "You disgust me", She said trying to free herself. "Really now?", He rubbed his nose against her skin making her whimper with fear. "It's okay sweetheart. I love you enough for both of us". She couldn't help herself as her brain kept replaying all the things he did to her. His touch is making her want to vomit and rub herself until it turns red and her hands give up. He took his time feeling her curves and ass and she just whined defenselessly.

How had the woman I had spent months silently cursing turned me into this trembling mess with my shorts around my thighs and my own arousal dripping down my legs like some desperate slut who could not walk away? Elena slowly pulled her fingers out of me. The wet sound was loud and obscene in the quiet room. She held them up between us, glistening with my creamy slickness, and smirked. “Look at this mess you made, sweet girl. Open that pretty mouth and clean them. I want to watch you taste exactly how much you hate me and how much wetter that hatred makes you.” I parted my lips before I could stop myself. She slid the two fingers in deep, pressing down on my tongue, forcing me to suck the sal

I say slowly making circles over her clit driving her insane. "Please just fuck me already babe, please stop teasing" she bucks into my hand dripping with her cum as she cums again. I line up with her entrance before slamming myself into her, ready to bust inside of her because of how on edge I am for her. My thrust becomes more rough the closer I get. I slow my strokes down a bit teasing us both. Leaving us moaning loudly as we make love. I start pushing deeper into her, feeling myself about to cum, I thrust one final hard one as I cum hard inside of her. Making us moan loudly.

I had protested that I wasn’t a lesbian, that I simply hadn’t been touched in over a year, but she had only laughed quietly and told me she wasn’t one either, though turning proud white teachers like me into submissive sluts was far too entertaining to resist. Now here I was, pinned beneath her on my own bed, her strong fingers fucking me steadily while tears of humiliation and unwanted arousal mixed on my cheeks. “Please… Ruth,” I managed to whisper between gasps, my voice weak and broken, “this isn’t right… I’m your teacher.” Ruth leaned down closer, her breath warm against my ear as she curled her fingers again and made me moan louder. “You were my teacher,” she corrected calmly, “but now

He taunted playfully, squeezing my right tit, enjoying the way I squirmed under his touch. I snapped my eyes back to him, hands curling around his neck. Smirking, he lifted my T-shirt up exposing me in most vulnerable ways. “Wow” he clarified, jaw tight as he stared at my pussy. “I have almost forgotten how beautiful you are.” “Rowan, Forget what I said.” I said immediately. Too quickly. “Fuck me.” “Fuck who?” “Use me, chew me up, ruin me just fucking drill me,” I said. “Please.”

Her body sagged as the helpless girl felt the last spurts of cum deposited inside her sticky, sore snatch, defiling her in the most intimate way. As the sweaty blonde babbled for mercy Darshic pulled her down against his chest, cradling her head in a strangely tender embrace. His cock stilled inside her, but he merely lay there with his manhood nestled inside her cum-soaked pussy, stroking her long blonde hair as he drank in the scent of their twisted lovemaking.

On an abandoned road, a black Jeep Wrangler was speeding in the opposite direction from the city of North Bay. The atmosphere outside was calm with nothing visible in the sight except for the illuminated road and vast spread of darkness. A beautiful girl was lying in the backseat of the car. Her fair skin was looking like porcelain under the light coming from the full moon. Her eyes were covered with a black cloth and her limbs were tied with ropes. She was wearing a beautiful wedding gown and looked like a fallen angel. She was not sleeping but unconscious.

Andre even went so far as to yell, "Jane! I'm not dead. I'm your real fiancé, Andre! Come out and see me, Jane! I don't believe you've stopped loving me…" I opened the door and addressed everyone regretfully, "Look at this madman. He's delusional. Everyone knows my ex-fiancé died on the battlefield. How could he possibly be standing here now?" The crowd burst into laughter. "Exactly! How shameless of the Twilight pack to resort to such dirty tactics!" "In my opinion, Andre Ackhurst was never good enough for Jane anyway. His death is probably for the best. At least Jane stands a chance at happiness!" "Get lost! Don't stand in our way of courting Ms. Jane!"