Kristen Stories Collection Pdf Novels & Stories

“Now what are we to do with her?” “Anything, my dear Clara.” replied Narissa. “Anything at all. We can bring different men to fuck her everyday until her pussy shies away from cocks.” “Good idea.” “I know, right, Loretta?” “Or we could turn your into our very own Onlyfans star. Make money from videos and pictures we sell of you.” “N-no, please.” “What do you say, Renee?” Narissa asked the woman who had been sitting on the bed the whole while. “What makes her so special that our husbands want to die because of her?”

I’ve been craving your cock for a week now, I want you to fuck me endlessly. Then she sent me a photo of her naked, a dildo inside her wet pussy. Fuck. My cock throbs with her picture. I took off my clothes and laid in the guestroom where Aeris used to sleep. Then I masturbated while thinking of her. I captured my cock with my semen then I sent it to her. The next morning, I was completely excited. Linda wasn’t here today because she went to visit her new condo so Aeris and I would have solo access in this house.

The fact I was about to live out my long yearned fantasy… or the fact that it was with strangers that didn’t bother with names. I was naked. A sharp breath sliced the air…from who? I wasn’t sure “You’re so sexy,”Mr Cinnamon whispered in my ear. He smelt like cinnamon,hence the name. Cinnamon, green eyes, brown hair…strangers yet I had a feeling I would never forget these strangers for the rest of my life. Every doubt I might have harbored vanished the second I felt cinnamon’s fingers graze my folds. “And you’re so wet..” his breath was heavier

Episode 1: What I Never Said Sera I pushed open the heavy wooden door of the church at 2:17 a.m. My shoes were soaked from the rain, and my hoodie clung to my skin. The place was empty, quiet except for the distant hum of the heater. I just needed somewhere to sit that wasn’t my apartment with its broken lamp and too many unanswered texts. I found the confessional booth at the back. It looked old and private. Perfect. I slipped inside the penitent side and closed the door behind me. The wooden bench was hard under my thighs. I leaned my head against the wall and closed my eyes.

She crawled between Janet's legs and gently rubbed her clit while tugging on her own n****e and playing with herself while Janet watched. Janet's p***y clenched. God! she knew exactly where to touch. She knew all her tells and soft spots. Knew them like the back of her hand and now she was using them. Pulling out the big guns and making Janet speechless. Maria smirked up at Janet and slowly leaned down, pressing her lips on her stomach. Inch by inch by inch, she kissed lower and lower until she reached Janet's swollen clit. When she flicked it with her tongue, Janet's chest jerked up, and she moaned loudly.

Deal with it. Despite my internal monologue, her stare and glance caused me to feel a bit uncomfortable and overly aware. I clutch the travel bag firmly to my torso before sliding open a side partition of the bag and extracting a rumpled postcard from inside. I glanced at it, an act I have been doing for an innumerable number of times. It portrays a view of a vivid, crystal-clear and blue body of water that is almost impossible to tell where the sea ends because the sky and sea appears to blend effortlessly.

The moment Lena slipped two fingers into her glistening hole, I let out a soft “fuck” I could see how bad she was trying to hold in her moans as her fingers slipped in and out of her cunt, her eyes fixed on mine. Her lips moved, and I picked it out to be my name but no sound came out of her mouth. She was so good at this. Her breathing became heavier and I took that as a sign that she was about to cum. Just when I thought she would orgasm without making a sound, a choked moan finally escaped her lips and the presenter froze.

The thought made her pulse quicken, like she was holding a secret that wasn’t meant to be found. She hesitated only a moment before sitting cross-legged on the floor and flipping the cover open. Inside, in messy handwriting, was a title scrawled across the first page: “Collected Stories — From Women, For Women.” Chloe blinked. The handwriting was feminine, rushed, and almost secretive. She turned the page and read the introduction, scrawled in looping letters:

At least not with her. She pulled her bra away and let it fall beside her discarded dress. Fuckk! My little man twitched at the sight of two perfect hills facing me. They weren’t big yet, but they were the perfect size that would fill my palms well. They were half domes that sat high and firm, with a darker circle near the center, its darker shade making them stand out from her light skin.

) You can find these stories from her Alpha Series Book 1 – Her Forbidden Alpha Book 2 – Her Cold-Hearted Alpha Book 3 – Her Destined Alpha Book 4 – Caged Between the Beta & Alpha Book 5 – King Alejandro – The Return of Her Cold-Hearted Alpha