Kumpulan Cerita Cinta Terlarang の小説・ストーリー

Laughing father said, “Oh pumpkin, it's really a story to tell.” “Don't you dare,” uncle Ben warned playfully. Curious I pushed, “come-on Dad tell me.” Trying to contain his laugh dad said, “Idris was Ben's first love, well, actually first one-sided love,” Dad laughed. I couldn't help but try to hold my laugh, “one-sided? I didn't picture uncle Ben like that,’’ uncle Ben just sat there smiling. “Oh he was worse, he stalked her from afar for years and when he thought he finally had the chance he took it,” dad paused looking at uncle Ben weirdly, asking for permission to continue and uncle Ben waves his hands in approval.

When he finally entered me again, it was gentle and deep, his eyes locked on mine. "You're so beautiful," he said, his hips rolling in steady rhythm. "Has anyone told you that lately? Made you feel desired?" "No," I admitted, tears gathering in my eyes from the intimacy of it. "Then I'm going to tell you every day this week. Going to make sure you know exactly how gorgeous you are. How much I want you. How much I love watching you come apart for me." He made love to me on that couch with a tenderness that destroyed me, and when we both came together, it felt like something shifted between us—from forbidden lust into something more complicated.

“God, you’re still so easy to read. Is it just me, or have you been looking at me all week like you’re starving?" “You’re my girlfriend’s sister,” he hissed, trying to back away, but the wall stopped him. Pete felt his cock thicken at the forbidden possibility of touching his girlfriend's sister. His best friend. His Lena. She had broken his heart when she left the country years ago and he had pinned, ached, yearned for her. Now that he had managed to move on, she was back and he had spent the entire vacation, jerking off in private to his dirty lewd images of her in his head.

He didn't answer, Instead, he stood and walked to the window, parting the heavy drapes. Rain had started to fall outside, pattering softly against the glass. "Isabella was once loyal," he said at last. "But something changed, revenge, you see she was in love with me. I should have seen it coming." I suspected that. "Did you both... You kno-" "Yes," he said cutting me off. So she isn't just a love interest, but an actual lover. The thought sent a weird feeling through me... I can't possibly be jealous right?

he raved. "I'm not ready, Poseidon. I have been celibate for three years after my ex-boyfriend wreaked my heart to pieces. I was a freshman then, and it affected me badly in my academics and...I just don't want that," I explained. He gasped, nodding his head. "I opened up to you how my ex-girlfriend betrayed my love by cheating on me with my best friend. And here you are repeating the words which I'd tried to erase from you. You're still hung up on him that you won't move on."

She scoffed and almost closed the book, but the bird stopped her. "It can't be fictional if it can only be opened by your hair magic." "True." She then continued watching the images play The witch's heir was the werewolf's Alpha lover, and everyone, either in the coven or the packs, knew about it. They both love each other. A few days before their wedding, the lady, whose face or name was not mentioned or shown in the book, was chased by a group of werewolves. She was captured, and after being saved by the Alpha, her lover, she stabbed him in the back with the knife he gifted her last festival to protect herself. Then the book closed, but before it did, a red moon shone brightly.

I lived for the idea of them. The thought of being pinned beneath an immortal body, feeling those icy fingers slide over my heated skin, the sudden sharp sting of fangs sinking deep into my neck, followed by that forbidden rush of pleasure so intense it bordered on agony… it haunted my dreams and ruined every ordinary man who ever tried to touch me. My friends had long since given up. Every time I brought up another dark romance, another obscure vampire lore theory, another fantasy where the heroine begged to be drained while she came undone, they would groan and roll their eyes.

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“Absolutely, Master, I am yours. Have you never even fantasized about having a slave before?” “The last woman I was with was my wife; we never played any fantasy games. I have not touched anyone in ten years.” I felt the pang of loss begin to grow in my chest again. “Master, I am so sorry. I never knew you were married. May I make a suggestion that might help you to understand what you have gotten yourself into?” “I would be glad to hear anything you have to say.” She then suggested a couple of websites for me to read. Stories and such to let me know what I might want to try.

“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?”