Lolita Novels & Stories

I don't want to give a gift to that fagot. - Sorry? This is offensive. My brother is also with a man. Are you saying my brother is a faggot? – Hanna asks angrily. - I didn't say anything like that. I'm just talking about Paul. He is a prostitute for God's sake. - He's a paparazzi. – Hanna clarify. - You can dress a donkey in a queen's dress and put a crown on its head, and it will never stop being a donkey. - That's the most prejudiced thing I've ever heard.

And then we start to dance, and now I'm singing like Girl, you know I want your love Your love was handmade for somebody like me Come on now, follow my lead I may be crazy, don't mind me Say, boy, let's not talk too much Grab on my waist and put that body on me Come on now, follow my lead Come, come on now, follow my lead I'm in love with the shape of you We push and pull as a magnet do Although my heart is falling too I'm in love with your body And last night you were in my room They danced to the music as they consumed in alcohol, in the name of enjoyment. The other girls came to join as they sprayed money around dancing to the songs that came on their system. The next song was Masseratti

then there would not be left anything for her, thus she refrained from saying anything. "Then why you applied in that dating site?" Lolita brought up the question in amazement, yet a little shocked. "Ho-Ho for fun, girl. It is all just for fun." Though unknown of the strange sensations creeping into her body, she declared love as a wastage and claimed that she would not fall for anyone. "Never mind, play as much as you want unless someone steals your heart." Lolita rather chuckled challenging Kazen MacNarma who intentionally wanted to olay around and went on a few blind dates to make her at ease that she had been looking for a p

He touched my neck and slid his hands down my breasts. “You’ve gotten prettier, how do you manage to do it?” he said with a frisky tone. “What are you talking about, I don't know you,” I retorted, moving away from him. “You don't need to know me, it's not important anymore,” he replied, grabbing my arms with a firm grip and slamming me to the floor. His tongue grazed my breast as he crawled up to my face and softly bit my neck. “Orders were to kill you, but I figured out it's better to have you for myself once again, Lena,”

“Are libertines not more accepted now?” “If they’re men,” said Loretta, her tone sour. “It wasn’t like men weren’t sex-obsessed before becoming incubi. Now they just have an excuse to badger women for it. If women need it too, then all the more reason to look down on them. We can’t bear their children, so what use are we to them, but adornments or holes? It’s all I am to Mr. Pervis, I know that much. Holes . . . maybe a bloody scratching post.” She took another swig, her eyes growing moist. “But at least he keeps me around. And he don’t feed on no one else. And he don’t act embarrassed of me, neither. I should be grateful. It’s better than I deserve.”

“You can’t go outside like that. Do you have anything heavier to wear? It’s snowing out.” “What’s a Diabolist?” Oren looked annoyed, “Did you hear me?” “I have an overcoat.” She put her bag on the bed and rummaged through it, producing a ratty overcoat. “You didn’t answer me.” “It’s a fancy word for a charmer, I suppose. Can you get at those sheets?” Loril nodded and began to tear the sheets and tie the strips together. “Good thinking.” She said. “We can climb out the window.”

One after the other they walked in with a red veil covering their faces but their bodies were nude apart from the strap covering their pussy mound and their nipples. The Alphas must be cumming in their pants from the gasps and murmurs. Even though I wanted this to end soon I still gave props to Lolita for choosing the best women and my gaze settled on the floor. The Alphas would notice my displeasure if I walk out during their bargains and it would sell me out on my desire to end slavery. They can't take me down even in their hundreds but their team-up would affect my people and those are my weaknesses. “She goes for fifty golds,” Loli

′ Kartika explained calmly. “I”m not a weirdo! Anyway, why”s Wibu (AKA WEEABOO, the one who is interested in Japanese stuff like anime, figurine, hentai, and such. It”s called Otaku in Japan and considered trash. If Otaku is trash, so WEEABOO is the lowest class in society.)? Doki-Doki is weird enough and now”s Wibu. The ancestors are weirdos in every way! ′ Alfi said irritated.

" have you gone mad? Huh? I don't know, in which world you live? and which world you are talking about? For your kind information There is no such thing as love, in our world only one thing is exist and that is lust, But some fools like you call this by the name of love! And we call sex! If love or whatever you say it is exist in our world, and the people who talk about love, then Why they o does not do love in their whole life, why their love requires sex in the last. The thing started with love as you say also needs a bed at the end. Then if people like us only want a bed, not love, so what is wrong in it. I don't think so it wrong because we are reduced the stupid effort which peop

Kinks: possession, doll fetish, rough sex Lila lay in her bed, the soft glow of her nightlight casting shadows across the room filled with her collection of dolls. At eighteen, she still clung to these childish comforts, especially on nights when her mind wandered to the forbidden stories she read in secret—tales of dark magic and hidden desires that made her cheeks flush. Her bedroom was a sanctuary of pastel walls and stuffed animals, but tonight, an unease prickled her skin. She shifted under the thin sheet, her soft pale body clad only in a loose tank top and panties, the summer heat making sleep elusive. Her wide eyes stared at the ceiling, curious thoughts swirling about the porcelain