روايات وقصص ضمن Literorica Stories

Lia’s legs were still trembling as she slipped out of the restroom and hurried back to her last class. Ethan’s cum continued to leak down her inner thighs, soaking her ruined panties. Every step made her hyper-aware of the soreness between her legs and the filthy secret she now carried. She kept her head down, glasses slightly askew, cheeks burning. No one could possibly know… right? But she knew. And she couldn’t stop replaying it. Her pussy clenched at the memory, sending another trickle of his seed down her skin.

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.

“It doesn’t matter, Marcus. But you’re the biggest among them all.” She then sucked me all her mouth. I groaned when she rolled her tongue while she was swallowing me inside. Lila would also sometimes lick my balls and my legs, sometimes up to my torso. She was a good licker, the best woman for me. “I want to taste you,” I said. Lila stood up and removed all her clothes until she was naked. I carried her on her deck before eating her, my tongue sucking her clit and putting my two fingers inside of her.

“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.”

Hera suggested. They all agreed to her. I don't know that there is such a thing inside that library, maybe that's why no one is going inside that room easily since there are more than books there. "Huh? What's this?" Lore asked while she's reading the book. Lucinda, that's the name of the author of this book and the stories here were about her. Who is she really? "Who's Lucinda, by the way?" I asked. Maybe they know about her, or anything that is related to her even if it's little.

Miriam answered: -Yes, yes, yes and look he is very effective haaa, haaaa. They both laughed and Lucrecia said. -I'm not going back to my house, I'm just going to get my things. -I'm going to get mine too, meanwhile, bring some blankets to sleep, I'll see you later. So Miriam and Lucrecia began their new life, that night they slept on the floor, then little by little they furnished it. Time went by and one day when Miriam was waiting for Lu, she was absorbed in her studies when she felt that someone came and saw her:

The moonlight shining down on the pages illuminated the words in a way that made them seem to come alive. Without thinking, Verena sat down in the nook by the window and used the full moon as her light. She began to read from the book. "Seriona," she read the name written as the title of the first chapter. The story was captivating, and she was drawn in by the tale of werewolves. It was about a pack, led by their king, Lucas, who were cursed by a powerful witch named Seriona to only be alive inside the book. They were inside their own world where they could no longer harm humans, and the world was called Lunaria. The tale sent shivers down her spine; it was so wonderfully written, and the em

While the teacher read my essay to the class they laughed out loud pointing fingers at me . The laughter intensified when the teacher read the part about me sipping hot cocoa and talking to my golden retriever . Some called me stupid while others said I needed to see a doctor to check if everything was alright in my head . At this point the teacher could not control the class . She gave up and they continued throwing words at me . I was at the brick of tears that was until a guy from behind my chair moved forward and held my hand , he consoled me . He was the first person to do that after Louisiana had left . For the first time I felt someone other than my parents and Louisiana cared . He we

The idea of me helping Sarah conceive, of sharing my seed with another woman under my wife's blessing, was a taboo that had turned my blood into liquid fire. Lillian pulled back just enough to look me in the eyes, her gaze predatory and hungry. She didn't say a word at first; instead, she slid her hand down the front of my boxers, her fingers curling around the thick length of my cock. I groaned, my hips instinctively arching into her touch. She began to stroke me, a slow, rhythmic glide that made my toes curl.

More, and more. End of Book 1