Milk Stories Novels & Stories

Was it really an accident or something else? Misti's parents fell in love with each other when they first met in the past and they had a fairytale-like love story. Misti is fascinated by the love story of her parents and she wants the same for her life but she does not know that everyone's life is not the same and her love story will be a lot different than her parents'. But she did not know that her parents had faced a very challenging situation in the past but they overcame it with their love and faith in each other.

It was coming from her—my stepmom Sarah—and him—my stepbrother Jake. I lounged on the big sectional couch in the living room, legs stretched out, my nipples already hardening against the thin white fabric of my tank top. No bra. I hadn’t worn one on purpose. The wine had me flushed and bold, my pussy tingling with that slow, forbidden ache I’d been ignoring for months.

And him too of course. "Are you serious right now? Because you drink milk like every day. Only a blind man would fail to notice. Even when you are angry and stomping around in your room, you still order, or should I say beg the maids to get you a glass of milk. It's really funny but kind of serene. So I was thinking, maybe there is a reason why you love milk too much. Does it make you live longer or what? Enlighten me. Educate me, I'm far out, I guess." He said and placed a careful smile on my face. If only he knew that the only reason I had a glass or two glasses of milk every day was because my baby loved it, and demanded that I had one every day or I would not sleep. That was mother insti

“I still have the diary in my safe. You can read it from page to page if you don’t believe. Her father was a drunk quite alright but he never touched her. All those things were lies to gain sympathy from us. It was the only way she knew to get away from the life of poverty her father was subjecting to, no offence to you madam of course.” Martha laughed. “The truth is the truth,” she said, shrugging her shoulders. “Why didn’t you tell me all this before?” Ayanda asked her husband. “You were so into the girl the moment you laid eyes on her. I knew the truth would break your heart.” “Oh my God how can this be happening?” “I think I should leave and come back some other time.” Martha reminded th

Some stories started with hate. This one ended with everything.

“You know, the small one at the back of your left shoulder. I just realized I’ve seen it multiple times but never asked how you got it” “Well, okay…” he said, slowly. “It was just a dumb accident really. When I was a kid, I had a friend named Derrick, I think. He was more of a summer friend if you’d like, because I really only ever saw him when we went to our beach house during the summer. Anyway, one afternoon, my mum asked us to go out to play because they were planning this lunch or dinner thing, and she didn’t want us kids running around in the house so that we wouldn’t mess anything up. We had gone outside for a bit, but then snuck back into the house and started playing around the kitc

she said again. When her Mom first told her that she was going to be changing schools, she wasn't happy, she hated being the new girl at school, the one that everyone stared and pointed at but now, she was determined never to let some spoiled brats at Maverick High bring her down. She finished with breakfast, picked up her backpack and went out to the car, her Mom got into the driver's seat and they were off.

AMARACHI (Amarachi Edwards) "This is the fifth school you're rejecting today." my mum said. She looked really frustrated and stressed. My mum is a single parent. My Dad died when I was still a little child. We just recently relocated from our former house so I had to change school.

Story 5: Fuck, I'm on Cloud 9 Lydia’s legs felt weak as she crept downstairs, still flushed and unsatisfied. Her pussy throbbed with every step, Julian’s cum slowly leaking down her inner thigh. She told herself she was just getting water. That was all. But the moment she reached the kitchen, her eyes locked on Mila. Mila stood at the counter in a loose tank top and shorts, slowly licking a spoon of ice cream. The creamy dessert melted on her tongue as she dragged it deliberately across her full lips, eyes lifting to meet Lydia’s with dark amusement.