Lemon Stories Novels & Stories

A firece gust of wind during a Gale boee 45-year-old Vittorio Louise's car into a river near Naples, Italy, in 1983. He managed to break a window, climb out and swim to shore, where a tree blew over and killed him. I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy!

“Says the Alpha who gave his Luna oral sex in dream land.” “That would actually a very interesting story plot.” “Exactly why we should be doing more adventurous things while fucking…to spice up our lives and make good story plots.” “Hmm.” “Yeah, you mentioned one time that Everlery likes writing…she can write erotica stories with what we do and who knows? We might be the inspiration to a bestseller book.”

This is a lesbian story of soaked panties, and pussy on pussy. ************ This happened a few weeks ago. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it since. It’s been playing in my head, over and over, like my body needs to remember every second. I had to write it down. I had to let it live somewhere outside of me.

And she crumped up her paper to show that she was finished. "Does anyone have any questions for Emily about the book she selected?" Ms. Reeds asked. Her smile was somewhat less bright. No one raised a hand, so she asked, "Where does the story take place? Where is its setting?" "The forest," Emily said. "On a river. The river is where they go rafting." "Were there any other memorable characters in it? Besides the girl and the dog?" "No," Emily said. "Oh, there's a bear. A grizzly bear. I guess I forgot to mention him."

“Rich Lemon Man. Mami left the house before breakfast because of Rich Lemon Man.” “Mami said Rich Lemon Man is annoying.” Al, still hugging his whale shark and looking like a veteran of the pastry wars, nodded while wiping his nose. I stared at my son. He stared back with wet, innocent blue eyes. “And he has too many rules,” Al added, his voice still rough from crying. “Like no vendor, no private wing, no lemon people.” “Lemon people?” Rafael asked. “Tree people,” Gabby corrected irritably. “Keep up.”

He said in excitement and Charles nodded in agreement beside him as he sat up. “There's this one lady at the strippers’ section. I heard she's a beast! Men literally fight to get her home with them. I want to try her tonight, she's so fucking sexy. You have to come, man, you're missing out on a lot because you're a damn workaholic,” Charles quipped, but I was uninterested as I watched them talk and talk about how much fun “they” were gonna have. Until someone knocked softly. The door pushed open to reveal Lena and she walked in with her usual innocent smile as she placed documents on my desk.

“I take back everything I said about moving to the middle of nowhere.” Farther down — pears. Beyond that — lemons. Lemons. I started laughing, the kind of laugh that sounds halfway between relief and insanity. “Alright, universe. You were late, but you showed up.” By the time I went back inside, my coat pockets bulged with apples and pears and I was clutching lemons like treasure. Greg — the enormous spider who had claimed the stove as his throne — watched me unpack. “Don’t start,” I warned him. “I earned these.”

There was one solitary, big book on a low table between them. "The title of the tale is The Binding of Autumn," he began, his voice an entrancing whisper just in harmony with the shriek of the fire. “It's the tale of a harvest god who offers a mortal woman a choice: one night of absolute freedom for one year of unimaginable riches for her people." He didn't move as his eyes met hers. "The consent is the matter at hand. It must be freely bestowed, not coerced, and whispered three times into the skin of his throat." “Do you have any idea what sort of story you're going to be reading me tonight?”

“Then, I order you to sit on the lap of the man you want. Grind on it for five seconds then kiss him for a minute.” Nobody dared to speak. For a moment, it was only Kylie smirking, enjoying the minutes of me not moving from my seat. “You can choose any man you want, Leanna. Or maybe you still haven’t moved on yet? That you still love Hendrix and until now it was his touch you craved the most, the reason why you haven’t had a new boyfriend after him. Do you dare to confess it? That whenever you see me getting along with Hendrix, you get jealous and you cry when no one else is watching you. Admit it, Leanna. Admit it or drink this disgusting juice. For all we know that it suits you better than

Story 3: Yes!! Mummy, Fuck Edwina was seriously losing her mind. She had always thought she was straight. Boys, hard cocks, rough sex — that was her thing. But from the second she arrived at Sunny’s luxurious family villa for the summer holidays, one woman had completely destroyed her. Sunny’s mother, Olivia.