Lolita Novels & Stories

Jake was nineteen and in his second year of college. Everyone called him a p**n warrior because he knew the girls so well. Even when they wore masks, he recognized their bodies—the shape of their tits, how their ass bounced, the way they moaned. But this new blonde girl, SweetLily, had him hooked bad.

NIVEA My generous curves seemed to captivate him completely. I watched his lips part and engorge, his cheeks flushing with lust. The way he stared at me—like I was Nefertiti, the goddess of love—made my pussy throb powerfully. A warm, traitorous wave of arousal flooded through my core. He drew in a sharp breath through his mouth and bit his lower lip hard.

"Ah! My arm! My arm is broken!" Aria stood over him, looking down with icy eyes like she was watching some pathetic clown. Her strike had seemed casual, but she'd used a technique to redirect his force while damaging his tendons and bones. He wouldn't be moving anytime soon. "How… How dare you hurt me?" Ollin bared his teeth through the pain, glaring up at her with pure venom. "Do you have any idea who I am? I'm a Ligotti! If you lay a hand on me, my family will never let you go!"

Layla gets up and looks at my cock like she has never seen one before. "-May I touch it? Layla asks curiously. -Of course, you can. Do you know what this is? -Umm… No… I have never seen one." Layla replies, touching my cock and making it get as hard as possible. While Layla was touching my dick, I explain to her that I am a futanari, gifted with both a pussy and a dick. She is mesmerized by my dick and keeps playing with it until I ask her nicely to stop.

Damien nodded and signaled to Darryl to enter the room behind him. Sigh! Darryl walked into the room and was stunned when he saw what was in front of him. He saw a slim figure lying quietly in the room with a nice scent. She had perfect curves and her face had delicate features. She looked pale and like she was in pain. She was the eldest Young Miss of the Damien family, Lolita. ‘Lolita looks like Lilybud,’ Darryl thought as he stared blankly at Lolita. His mind was spinning as he felt Lolita looked really similar to Lily. The only difference was her eyes were dark

She turned around only to see no one was there. What just happened? Her Lyaofyn, Mara asked. A Lyaofyn was a word in Xiafionica they used to describe was half Lycan which was a creature who had the chance to decide if they wanted to turn into a wolf or Lycan, this creature could change between both species at any time. Lilith- I don't know. It was as if someone was in the shower with us. Mara- Maybe it was just our imagination.

I can't wait to meet him, but firstly I need to upload some of my steamy moments with Alejandro's dear friend Lucas on the internet. A sixty seconds video of us won't hurt a soul right ?. I uttered to myself and let out a giggle. I sat behind my desk and uploaded a minute video of us 3 days ago at the hotel blurring my face out .Me being dramatic as ever decided to sound like a blogger for second. I added a headline..“Breaking news Lucas Motilfaco, the heir to the Motilfaco empire in a steamy explicit sex video with a young women at a private hotel.“

I wanted to feel the skin-on-skin contact that usually calms but this time it was only making the beast louder. “Wait,” he breathed, pulling back just an inch. His blue eyes were glowing now. “I didn’t come here for a dance, Roxy.” I blinked, my head foggy with lust. “You know my name?” He didn’t answer. Instead, he reached into his inner jacket pockets and pulled out a small, heavy coin. It wasn’t money. It was Silver engraved with a weeping Willow tree. My heart stopped my wolf didn’t just go quiet. It whimpered and hid.

Diana said as she rested her head on Michael's shoulder. "Haish! That's impractical! Instead of giving roses, why not just chocolate? It's delicious and can be eaten,“ Michael replied, shaking his head while looking at the couple. Diana was completely disagreeing with Michael's statement, because right now she was sitting straight and staring at him sharply with her pouty lips. "How unromantic! Don't you know that roses have a special meaning? It means eternal love! You're anti-romantic!" she said while hitting Michael's arm lightly.

“That doesn’t make me an alien.” Lizzy corrected her. “Half-alien.” She decided to get right down to the heart of the matter and explain why her father was so angry. “Lyronians ceased coupling sexually centuries ago. They replace physical pleasuring with virtual pleasuring. We are created in laboratories with sperm and ovum harvested from the parents.” “How sterile,” Chloe said with genuine interest.