Naughty Poetry Novels & Stories

A light too blinding, a fire too high, Yet I kneel, yet I pray, yet I burn alive. Flesh and bone, yet something more, A voice that binds, a touch ignored. Untouchable fate, unshaken throne, And yet I long to call you my own. I exhaled through my nose again, rubbing my temple. Of course, it's wonderful. I'd never read poetry so well written. Of fucking course. I refolded the paper and tucked it back where I found it. I wasn't mad. I wasn't even surprised. Just... I don't know.

“Unless… oh no. He’s finally found it. The one pussy to change his life! Who is she? You have to tell us. Who’s the magic girl?” I downed the last of my whiskey, the burn doing little to cool my sudden irritation. I stood up, shaking my head at them. “You’re all pigs. Lovable, but pigs. I’m out.” Their laughter followed me out of the bar. “Don’t go home to write her a love poem!” Emett yelled after me. I flipped him off without turning around, a smile tugging at my lips despite myself. Idiots. On my drive home, my friends' jokes kept echoing in my head. The one pussy to change your life.

Suddenly all went black. Nate, Ian, and Zaki's stories are Completed titled It's Just I Love You. Boy x Boy, intense, hotter, bondage, rape, and kinkier than this, if you are not into that stuff, sorry. That is, the story of the three of them is COMPLETED, but he is Boy X Boy, meaning Man to Man. You will get to know Zaki better in that story and find out how much he loves Ian and how much he loves you, argh just kidding haha. Waaaah. 👇 >

… Author Tina Nwuba: “This is a dark romance book, readers. So, expect the worst to happen. I hope you have your cups of popcorn and are seated for the next actions! <⁠(⁠￣⁠︶⁠￣⁠)⁠>”.

My fingers found my pussy, hot and slick and ready. “Oh dear big daddy, you shouldn’t be sticking your dick anywhere else but inside me” I professed as though he was right in front of me. I didn't think twice before sinking my naughty fingers inside my slippery pussy, arching up to meet with the feverish sensation coursing through me. “Fuck me, step daddy! Just once, please, make me yours”. I shivered in the dark as I touched and cruised through my delicates. Teasing and twirling my sensitive nipples with my free hand.

"Look at how beautiful you are taking two cocks." I forced my eyes open and looked at our reflection. The sight was obscene—me sandwiched between Dante and Gabriel, their cocks visible as they slid in and out of my holes, my face still painted with James's cum, my body covered in marks and bruises. I looked wrecked. Used. Completely debauched. And I'd never been more turned on in my life. "You love this," Gabriel observed, his thrusts getting harder. "Love being our fuck toy. Our desperate little cum dump."

Her laughter slices through the air, high and shrill and wrong. She laughs, a hollow, humorless sound that slithers through the night like a serpent. "Look at you... So pathetic... just like your Aunt Rachel." Her voice drips with disgust, each word slicing through the fragile remnants of my sanity. "I will end the two biggest problems of my life tonight and start anew tomorrow. I won’t have to struggle anymore. But for that, you would have to sacrifice just a little, Jimmy. For your mother..." She leans in closer, her breath reeking of alcohol and something far fouler, something rotting, something dead. My stomach churns, but the hatred burning in my chest is stronger.

I find a cute black pair with the words 'daddy's baby' written on the back in white. "Didn't know our girl was kinky." My wolf Dax says. "Neither did I." "The things we could do to her." He says growling softly at the end. I cut the connection between us because dirty thoughts and images start clouding my mind. I do not need a boner at such a down time. I look down at the underwear again and feel my pants start to tighten. Fuck. Images pop up of how I would pull her hair and smack her ass while I fuck her senseless. My hand going around her throat as the other fondled her beautiful,perky brea-

There where everyone was enjoying a good hot soup, among the fireplaces and the bottles of whiskey with ice and lemon, among the moaning girls sprawled in bearskins with their legs spread, pouring whipped cream, and sucking the drink from their vaginas and their hot bodies, the ice cream having spilled onto their breasts, sucking, and biting and licking, their bodies in motion. At that hour, among the countless pillows among the scattered bear rugs, sat, lay and among them were other snarling men, kneeling behind women on all fours screaming, meanwhile, we have, Poison who was feasting on his girl kneeling in towards your feet. In which the girl was sucking his hard cock into her mouth, amid

He looks at me and chuckles. “What words drove you wilder than others?” Thinking about it, the ones that did - ‘Kitten’ indeed, but ‘naughty’? Something about that word made me want to please him but in a bad way. I feel if he called me naughty every time, I would be getting myself into a lot of trouble. “You calling me ‘naughty’.” It was like I was being told off for being pleasured, for enjoying myself and getting wet from his touch and words. Thinking back, I have to admit, also him saying my pussy was his.