Lokis Dirty Whispers Novels & Stories

“It’s too hot. It will burn, not to mention choke her.” “Just do it, now. NOW!” Mikkel did as he was bid, but I still didn’t feel anything. As I smelt the lavender, I tried to focus on it, closing my eyes to the world and clinging to the tiny scent as though my life depended on it. I supposed it did. Everyone seemed to be out of ideas, and I had no control at all. I was sure the end was coming for me. Everything around me seemed to be disappearing. Jackson and Mikkel were talking, but I couldn’t make out their words as I went down the rabbit hole. It felt like I was being forcibly sucked into the earth. Trying to open my eyes, but finding them, like everything else, not to work anymore.

I suck his lower lip into my mouth, biting down. He nudges my legs apart, rasping, “You’re fucking soaked, Layla. Those filthy books make you wet, don’t they?” I arch my hips as his fingers glide down over my clit, sliding through the wetness pooling between my thighs. “P-please–” “I love it when you beg,” he whispers in my ear then bites down on my neck. He pulls my underwear to the side, and I cry out against the pain then the sudden pressure between my legs. He’s enormous, stretching me to the point where it hurts, where I’m not sure I can take him any further.

But with each passing day, these whispers became louder, more persistent, making it harder for her to ignore them. Jane's silent love for Mike was a ticking time bomb, a storm brewing beneath the calm surface. Each laugh, each conversation, and each shared moment added to the intensity of her feelings, pushing her closer to the edge. As she stood on the brink of this emotional turmoil, Jane was about to embark on an extraordinary journey - a journey of love, of unspoken confessions, and of silent whispers of longing. Her story was just beginning. This was her story - the story of a girl who loved her best friend in silence, the story of silent whispers of love.

He takes control back and our position is changed so I’m on my back on the sofa. “I’m going to make you beg” he whispered. His hands pushed my legs back towards my shoulders. His tongue dragged up my wet clit, ending with a quick swirl around my clit. Heading back down, his tongue parted my pussy lips and then slid down. His tongue began its slow path up again. My eyes were closed tight, and my breath was ragged. A light sheen of sweat covered my breasts. My hands wrapped around my thighs as they pulled my pussy apart for his access. As his tongue slid across my clit once more, I let out a loud sigh.

she whispered, still breathless, the flutter in her stomach refusing to settle. “He approached me earlier to ask for your number,” Mylene admitted softly. Jessica bit her lip, fighting to keep her smile from breaking free. Jerome was trying and truly making the effort to close the distance between them. Meanwhile in the Serenity City coffee shop, Vicky and Mr. Castro were still in disbelief. “I still can’t believe what happened today. It’s like we won the lottery!” Vicky said while clearing the tables. “Can you imagine? Jessica Lopez actually came in here!”

I had to lock my knees to keep from sliding off his lap. “Look at you,” he whispered, voice low and relentless against my ear. His hot breath made the little hairs on my neck stand up. “Soaking my whole hand. Clenching so hard around my fingers like this greedy pussy never wants to let go. You love this, don’t you? Being a dirty little secret while everyone watches the game and has no idea what I’m doing to this pretty pussy.”

She leaned close to his ear and began whispering filthy poetry she had never performed for anyone else. “I want your thick cock stretching my wet pussy,” she breathed. “I’m already dripping down my thighs thinking about riding you right here.” Atlas groaned and gripped her thighs tighter. His fingers dug into her soft skin. Lyric kept rolling her hips, grinding her pussy against his hard cock through their clothes. The friction felt good on her swollen clit. She wore no panties under her short black dress. Her wetness soaked through the front of his jeans. She whispered again, her lips brushing his ear. “I’m going to use you tonight. Slide down on that dick until I come all over it. You’re g

I pictured him fucking me hard and deep while calling me his dirty little secret, his hand wrapped around my throat as my heavy tits bounced with every savage stroke. I bit my lip so hard I nearly drew blood. “Are you feeling alright, Lorelei?” His voice was low, almost teasing, or maybe it was the pill, and I was hearing things. His eyes dropped for half a second to my chest, where my nipples were clearly visible. “You look… flushed.” “I’m fine, sir,” I lied, my voice breathy and strained. “Just a little warm in here.” He stared at me for another long, terrifying second. I was sure he could smell how wet I was. I was sure he could hear my heartbeat.

Soon after I patiently made him feel so comfortable laying beside me, I lightly cast a sleeping spell—a small dose that will only make him fall asleep, and waking up is still his own will. After making sure that he was in the dream world, I sneakily placed my hand under his shirt and slowly cleansed the medicine off his body. Loksi drug is a very sneaky medicine since it will not get out of someone's system naturally—especially once taken regularly—unless a healer like me removes it. I carefully cleanse his body, making sure he won't wake up and won't notice that I cleansed him. It's a ridiculous idea to cleanse him now and receive his wrath tomorrow rather than wait for the same thing after

She read the poem on the topmost page: Blurry eyes, in a haze, Cry silently near the window, Go without speaking for days, Written words are all that remain. What did I do wrong? You call me a disgrace. Sleep with pretty women, perfect bodies Yet you dare show me that face? I sit by my lonesome, Never a hair out of place, Temptation walks by, You get in the way. Dismay, disarray, I seek comfort, The warmth of a stranger's arms,