Lakeside Lustful Stories Novels & Stories

Barcelona: he tied her spread-eagle to the bedposts with the silk sashes from hotel robes and used a wand on her clit until she was speaking in tongues, then flipped her over and took her ass until she blacked out for three blissful seconds. Everywhere they left evidence: bruises shaped like fingerprints, carpet burns on knees, dried cum flaking from inner thighs under stage makeup. The troupe knew better than to comment. Lila watched them sometimes with amused, hungry eyes, but Victor’s possessiveness had grown teeth. He marked Sasha nightly (hickeys on her breasts that no costume could hide, handprints on her ass visible when she lifted into arabesque). In Rome, on their last night before

The key to getting the Voodoo practitioners on his side was in the secrets of the bayou country and he would have to visit Marie soon to sound her out on her support and if not her support at least her promise of not standing in his way. The 450 year old vampire Lafitte stirred under the weight of the blonde schoolteacher from Cincinnati. He opened his blank black eyes and saw his children strewn across the church basement floor like fallen trees after a volcanic explosion. The orgy had been intense indeed. He pushed the snoozing form of the corpulent middle-aged woman over to the side and paused for a moment to insert his finger into her quivering star to make certain she was still alive. H

ISABELLE’S POV I flip the page of the book with the help of my left hand. The name of the book which I am currently reading is “The tales of Ash Ville”. It is a nice book and it includes the horror stories of the town. It is a fictional book but I like it and has captured my attention. I found this in the library a few weeks back and I thought to read it. Today I saw it in the books which I had not read so I decided to read this one.

Sam gasped after I told her everything that had happened from meeting his family to his offer on being a sex partner. "He wants lust." I said, blending some fruits together, "I believe in love. I'm not a lustful person, this was just work and I got fifty fucking grand from it. If I'm not smart enough to shape my life and my sister's from it, then maybe something is wrong with me that I have no idea of." "Alright, anything you say." She shrugged, "look, you can tell him about me. You didn't even ask how much he'd pay." She persisted and I knew she would not stop daydreaming about it in a long time.

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And I was lying naked in the billionaire’s bed, dripping with his release, waiting for him to come back and use me again. The door opened and closed. Locked. Damien crossed the room without a word, stripped the sweatpants off, and climbed over me. He was fully hard again, thick and heavy, the head already slick. He didn’t ask. He simply lined up and pushed back into me in one long, relentless stroke until he bottomed out.

Lisa based on the cabin's deck, arms folded against the crisp morning air. The lake was still, like it had not dared relocation given that the night before. Inside, she could hear Duke stirring, drawers opening, water running, the clink of mugs. She didn't move. Her phone rested in her hoodie pocket. The words were burned into her memory now: ‘Clause 7C. Intimacy extends the contract.’ She wasn’t sure if it was betrayal she felt. Or just the echo of being foolish, again.

Jacob signaled his hand like a handgun and commanded Nicolo, “Shoot these ladies in the head, now.” There was a sudden silence. Even the two laughing hyenas froze, like everyone felt something was about to happen. Jacob was insistent, “Nicolo, get your gun and shoot these bitches. Don’t you want to see their naked bodies soaked in red hot blood?” Both the sisters were not trying to make an attempt to get their clothes. They were too shocked to even get them back on. They had a happy dinner last night with their parents, a rarity sort of as their father was usually unable to join them during dinners. They just held on to their crumpled shorts and shirts they placed in their lower part just en

Just me, my nerdy glasses constantly slipping down my nose, and the three ripped, dangerously attractive stepbrothers I’ve done everything possible to avoid since they entered my life. Kai, Jax, and Ryker. All tall, heavily tattooed, muscular, and packing the kind of cocks I describe in vivid, vulgar detail in my secret online stories. The ones that made my anonymous account LunaLustWrites explode in popularity. Faceless videos of my body — heavy tits bouncing, my tight pussy stretched and creaming around thick toys, my ass arched high showing that small heart tattoo and distinct mole on my lower back. I write depraved taboo fantasies and film myself living them out in secret. No one knows t

Her world narrowed to the sensation of him plunging into her, the wet slap of their bodies, the coarse cheers and curses of the men encircling them. Just as the rhythm became frantic, Lucas pulled out, slick and glistening. Another body pressed into her space instantly. Jake, now naked, spun her around to face the lockers. He pressed her chest against them, the cool surface a shock against her heated skin. His hands gripped her ass, spreading her cheeks wide. “Open up that asshole, Coach,” he commanded, his voice tight with lust.