Lerotic Stories 소설 & 이야기

“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.”

[BIG BUTT PLUG: A LESBIAN BDSM STORY - 3] This story deals with themes of hardcore BDSM and humiliation. Skip this story if you can't handle the heat. I gave the leash a sharp tug, my voice firm and commanding. "Go." Tory whimpered, her eyes wide as she scrambled on her hands and knees across the kitchen floor. I watched the sway of her hips, the wag of her tail plug with each crawl forward. She reached the table and paused, panting slightly.

God, I’m turning him on as well. Thirst Trap returns carrying a bunch of things that look like sticks, but I quickly recognize those as a special type of incense. I’ve seen those in the black market while I was on a mission. I don’t know the specifics, but I do know they’ve been used for centuries as mild aphrodisiacs. Why are they doing this, though? I’m already longing for them, and I’m doing fine without this type of assistance. Why would they need it? Something tells me this is not as simple as it seems.

A satisfactory smile curled up my lips as the siren blared; weirdly enough, it sounded like music to my ears. A day spent well, I drove home. I dragged my exhausted feet into the mansion, and just as I was about to retire to my room, “Lucia Woods confirmed dead after getting into a fight with inmates in jail,” the anchorman declared. This was it, the beginning of her freedom.

Eric was a very funny guy and there was never a dull moment with him. "Lola chai! If I met you first I for no dey with my girlfriend o. See as una just dey shine for the wedding. I*******m o, Snapchat o, W******p sef, una just flood everywhere with pictures and videos" His expressions at every statement was hilarious, it sent everyone present in the room to unending bouts of laughter. "Lola please show me the way o, see the couple sef, they're just trending anyhow. 'Nigerian Top weddings' has carried their matter"

Tonight the blur became a smudge. Jordan was sprawled on Lena’s bed in bike shorts and an oversized hoodie, legs kicked up against the wall, scrolling through Anki cards on her phone. Lena sat cross-legged on the floor, back against the bed frame, pretending to reread the same paragraph about action potentials for the fifteenth time. “You’re not even turning pages,” Jordan said without looking up. Lena sighed, closed the textbook. “My brain is soup.” Jordan snorted. “Same. Want to take a break? We’ve been at this for four hours.”

Stranded, no rules? Thea laughed, sipping her water. “Wild. You gotta get creative to survive.” Jon raised an eyebrow, sitting beside her. “Creative, huh? Sounds like a story.” Adam grinned. “Let’s just say we kept each other… entertained.” Nate chuckled. “Oh, I bet. Spill it.” Thea leaned back, a familiar sparkle in her eyes. “What happens on a deserted island stays on the island, right?” Jon’s gaze darkened, intrigued. “Not always. I’m into stories like that. Ever try an orgy? Threesomes, foursomes… gets the blood pumping.”

She sputtered. Everyone laughed. “Well now, that’s true. You’ve got an older brother now,” Martin chuckled. “Remember honey, how you wanted an older brother when you were younger because you loved that TV show so much? Oh what was it called….? He was such a good brother too. Always watching out for his younger sister, and making sure her dates didn’t take advantage. What was that called?” Gloria turned to Martin and the two of them started to rattle through television shows trying to come up with names.

And the silence hurts worse than anything. End of story 3