Molested Stories Novels & Stories

Scenes where she called him her husband and begged to be used. In her stories, he had a name. Caleb. She whispered it while touching herself under the covers, her thighs slick and trembling as her fingers moved in rhythm with the words she’d written. She told herself it was harmless. That lots of people fantasized. That it was better this way. Safer. He didn’t know. He’d never know. Until the night they crossed paths at the corner store. It was raining. Mira’s hoodie clung to her neck, and her flip-flops slapped wet against the tile floor of the tiny market. She grabbed a can of soup, a bottle of wine, and turned toward the register—and froze.

I was doing some poking around on grindr when I got a message from a pup who is 20. We got to chatting casually and things started to spice up as we started talkin dirty and trading pics. I was getting excited as he showed me pictures of his ass which got me super hard. He was smooth and hairless with a firm, round bubble butt. He was tellin me how much he needed a man inside of him and I was ready as can be with that kind of talk. He shot me his address and I headed over to his place. What he failed to tell me was that he was living at his parents home, he told me when I got there they were out and we had time. The whole situation felt sketchy to me cause I don’t like the idea of sneaking i

Our feet were touching the ground as we were only partly on the soft bed. I turned to Moore and tugged on his sleeve. “Something did happen.” I started and felt my insides twist in hesitation. Moore furrowed his eyebrows at me and the edges of his lips curled into a deep frown. “What happened?” He asked, clueless. “You weren’t the only one who was molested by your father Moore…All those years you spent in that College and high school…” I trailed off and lost my voice for a moment. Moore tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear, we were dangerously close but the situation was nowhere romantic.

“Does this bore you?” “Sorry, Ma’am.” It wasn’t so much that it was boring, it was that it was just stories. He needed more. “And then today, at lunch, I seduced a UPS guy. All tan and muscles, he looked great in his uniform shorts but he looked even better out of them. Nine-inch cock, at a minimum. Straight and thick. And boy could he eat. Someone had trained that boy well. I had three orgasms before we even got to the actual fucking. I thought about you—stuck here, cleaning the bathroom or the kitchen or whatever it was you were doing.”

Warning: 18+ only. Featuring hardcore taboo and age-gap erotica. This is an erotic boxset containing twelve stories of irresistible steam, steam, fun, and naughty stories. If you're not up to eighteen, this book is not for you. Get ready to be intrigued. To feel. To...sin. ---------- “I made myself tight for Big Daddy,” she leans up and whispers in my ear. “Every morning and night, I clenched it really tight, released, clenched, released…”

Afraid the boy with the dead scary eyes would kill them in their sleep. The social workers felt saddened by his situation that was why they had not given up on him. He had been abused by his mother till he was eleven years old. Although Anderson felt and somewhat knew that was not exactly the situation, his case had already been blown out of proportion before he even realized. A newly arrived teacher with a heart of gold and possibly a reputation to build had accidentally found a few marks on the boy’s upper arm which caused her to make a report.

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That's why I decided to tell a story later when the three of us had lunch break. "Awful! Leigh is really obsessed with you, isn't he?" Leigh was the Nursing student who molested me last night and the guy was also punched by Caleb. "That's crazy! You told him to stop you but he's still chasing like a mad dog," Keziah added. We are currently in the cafeteria and my two friends are constantly criticizing the man who molested me.

Out of sight, out of mind. She hoped those dark rumors weren’t true, but she knew they probably were. It sickened her by the mere thought alone. Amber had been molested by one of her mother’s drugged out boyfriends before the state removed her from her mother’s custody. That boyfriend had disappeared soon afterward in what Amber thought was a steal her mother’s stash and run. The molestation was added to a file as thick as a dictionary with complaints of abuse and neglect against Krystal Dubois and her second overdose witnessed by her six-year-old daughter.

Madelyn interjected, "It's been over seventeen years. And besides, I am a prostitute, no one would believe me. They would think I am trying to ruin his reputation because he's a good man." Finlay cleared his throat and curled his finger into a fist on the table. "I don't care what people think, I know what it feels like to be molested at a young age." He gritted out and then clenched his jaw. Madelyn's eyes almost bulge out of their sockets upon hearing this from her Alpha. "You were molested?" "Yes." "By a woman?" "A man." And Madelyn gasped.