Lakeside Lustful Stories Novels & Stories

Every orgasm left me breathless, the memory of him lingering long after, a fire that no human or werewolf restraint could quench. In the quiet of my attic, with wind rattling the old panes and the village sleeping below, I could almost see him in the shadows, hear the low cadence of his voice in the rustle of the trees, feel his impossible pull through the thin walls. Desire and restraint clashed violently, leaving me fevered, restless, and painfully aware of how wholly I was consumed by a man I had never truly touched—and yet, could never forget.

It certainly wasn’t the last time. Conor made me cum so hard that I saw stars, and was a very generous lover. He was near obsessed with going down on me, saying that I had the sweetest, prettiest, and most delicious pussy in the world. Things got hot and heavy, and there was no way for lines not to be blurred, between healthy, platonic love, and the lust fueled romance we found ourselves caught up in.

Rita sat pressed tightly against me, her breathing already faster. I started steering the conversation. “So boys,” I said, leaning forward so my tits nearly spilled out, “have you ever destroyed a proper Luna before?” The energy at the table changed instantly. Growls rose. They wanted more. I started telling them my sluttiest stories — how I loved being gangfucked, choked, knotted, and pumped full. Rita’s face flushed deep red, but she didn’t stop me. One rogue with silver eyes stared at her. “What about you, Luna? You smell like you haven’t been properly bred in a long time.”

The air conditioned atmosphere made goosebumps rise on my skin, and caused my nipples to harden as well. Luther noticed this and smirked, standing up from his place on the desk and crawling into the bed. "Go on, keep working. I won't bother you." I abandoned the bed, figuring I'd do something else until he got bored. Just as I bent down to pick up the basket of laundry, he spoke again. "How about another five thousand for the skirt and underwear too? Take everything off and it's yours." I turned, face burning, ready to reject him as shame overtook my need for money.

3. LISA I’m completely lost in the moment, fingers buried knuckle-deep in my dripping pussy, thrusting quick and messy while my eyes stay half-closed on the laptop screen. The lesbian p**n blasts wet tongue sounds and desperate girl moans that make my cunt squeeze even tighter around my fingers. My other hand attacks my heavy tits, pinching my stiff nipples until the sharp sting blends into pure pleasure, squeezing the soft flesh hard like I’m trying to pull an orgasm out of them.

Rose Mary, I want to mark you now because I think you are ready to become the Luna that the Moon Goddess has destined for me and I really want to make you completely mine. I felt so very strange, in the end this King Jackob marked me as his Luna. But I can't avoid it anymore, because I want it too. I nodded my head perfectly until in the end we leaned against a rock then the kiss got hotter and King Jackob took off our clothes so we made love so very hotly under the moonlight which was so very beautiful now. And I don't know what to do, our love affair lasted many times until we were together in a lake that I had dived into, this was a very beautiful thing, the feeling of happiness mixed int

But that's what she'd signed up for. Kyle'd been asking her to do this since the moment their honeymoon had ended. Three hypnosis programs to listen to while she jilled. Week one had started the dick fantasies. Week two had made her feel like Kyle was stroking her clit every time he touched her. She'd almost come last Sunday, holding hands in the park. Week three and her own clothes made her ache and throb and drip. It had been murder holding her lust back so as to surprise Kyle.

He positioned himself between her legs and plunged into her urgency, she cried out and he cupped his hand over her mouth, “Shush darling, let’s not wake the neighbors” Leila could not think straight as he kept slipping in and out of her. She wanted this moment to last forever and when he finally pulled out. She rolled to her side and stared at him. This gorgeous man that she called her boss just slept with her. Her engaged boss that has a fiancée just slept with her. The crazy thing was that she enjoyed every moment of it. That was when it dawned on her, she was in love with Gavin Hasters and it was probably going to be the end of her but at this point, she didn’t care anymore.

Herd was an outspoken man in the book, and she didn't want to scare him off. But Herd was also a man. And she was a young, beautiful, and ripe woman. It didn't take much. A few warm apple pies, a dress in cornflower blue, a special smile, and fluttering eyelashes. Then moments alone on the porch swing after a good dinner, while her father was inside finishing off a sermon or counselling a distressed parishioner. A few kisses, increasingly ardent, and a well-placed, practiced sigh when, at last, he was bold enough to place a trembling hand on one of her nubile breasts. Slowly, every slowly, but steadily responding to his arousal. Ever modest but always compliant, and then, after having "accid

Powerful hands held me still while he licked me clean, only releasing me when he was satisfied. Soon we were soaking in the lake just ahead. One thing about Dante was his fondness for nature; most of his estates had massive landscapes for his beloved trees. This place became my favorite spot, where I usually came to read and relax. Now it was also my fuck spot. “What if he finds out?” That same question again—third time this week. I glanced at him as he washed, then swam toward him and wrapped my arms around his neck, kissing him. “We’re being careful.”