Nsfw Graphic Novels & Stories

Hit send. And that was that. Until thirty seconds later, when my screen lit up again. Dr. Stacy Cole: Beth… I’m fairly certain that’s not the screenshot you meant to send me. My stomach dropped. “What?” I whispered, blinking at the screen. I opened the message chain. There—clear as day—was a high-resolution nude. My nude. Not raunchy. Not pornographic. Just… artistic lighting. Soft curves. A bedroom mirror moment I’d snapped weeks ago on a day I felt unusually hot.

Then he'll end up making fun of me. I take the computer, open it, go to Safari and type in 'porn'. I don't find much. Just Wikipedia explaining what it is. Then, as I tried looking harder I found a video site and I am drawn to those dirty pictures, with low-quality photography, and some videography, and yet I found it to be more intriguing than any amazing film I have ever seen.

Instead, I opened it. The first page was already too much—bare skin, silk ropes, commands written in clean, dangerous fonts. It was like falling down a rabbit hole I wasn’t supposed to touch. I turned to the next page and it was a gorgeous shirtless man in just a boxer brief, his partner was wearing just panties and a bra that barely covered her nipples let alone the flesh of her br**st. Her breast pressed to his chest, one hand held her by the waist while the other squeezed her a*s as they french kissed.

Does Mark know his sweet wife is fingering herself for strangers? A screenshot followed. A picture of me from last night; my lips parted in that rough moan. My breath hitched. “How?” I typed back fast, my fingers trembling around the keyboard. “Please, I’ll refund everything, just delete the picture.” He replied with his biggest tip ever: I don't accept refunds, just turn on the video call and no voice changer this time. Say my name while you touch that soaked pussy. Shame burned inside my chest. Mark trusted me yet here I was clicking accept on the video call because the heat pooling between my legs weighed more.

“What’s the worst I could find? Lexi Blaze's new red edition trailer? A fan club?” She chuckled and tapped on the notification, completely oblivious to Silas's pale state. But what she saw... Her eyes narrowed and her lips parted slightly. It was a string of nudes, the kind an androgynous camboy would send. She tapped on the first one automatically loading. It opened immediately. The image that filled the screen was that of a boy, his legs in the air, and his hole, stretched lewdly for the camera. And the caption read, Let me be your cum dump again.

WINREY The entrance to the Sanctum is carved with pornography. Not artistic nudes or tasteful sensuality. Actual pornography. A woman with her legs spread wide, a man's face buried between her thighs, his tongue clearly visible against her cunt. Another scene shows a woman on her knees, cock stretching her mouth, throat bulging. Group scenes where it's impossible to tell where one body ends and another begins. Gold leaf makes everything glitter obscenely under the streetlights. Six years. Six years of saving every coin just to walk through these doors and fuck a god.

I muttered my voice barely above a whisper. He bite on his lower lip before he replied. “If that’s too hard, try going through his cell phone or laptop. Some people tend to send erotic photos to each other, and some people even take videos of themselves having sex.” I gasped, felt like choking in a moment, breathing getting difficult for me with the imagery of Noah making another woman mourn the way he does to me tainted my head.

I shut my eyes immediately I saw what it was. Evil, morally reprehensible, a man whore, a sex addict. All these words qualify Hawk Andrews. He was far away from me, but he was still getting on my nerves, how was I supposed to carry on with today's activity with the picture of his dick with a pre cum on it graven in my head. Closing and opening my eyes didn't stop the image from leaving my mind. I knew not to click on the second image, but I did anyway. It was a zoomed picture of his dick in my pussy, it made me moan loudly and my pussy clench. I shut my phone down immediately as I sank my teeth into my lips.

My back arched off the desk. I moaned his name as my pussy squeezed him tight, gushing around his thick shaft. He groaned loud. “I’m going to come.” He pulled out and stroked his cock fast. Thick cum shot across both of us landing on my breasts, on Sophie’s stomach, some even hitting our chins. We lay there panting, covered in sweat and cum, bodies still trembling. Professor Voss looked down at us, breathing hard. Then there was another soft knock on the door.

The boy shook his head and continued to chew on his puff. "Fuck! Lisa exclaimed and looked around. She scanned the premises but nothing was unusual. She held tightly to the papers and returned to her car. She checked the pictures contained in the parcel thoroughly. They were her nude pictures. She was depicted in different sex scenes with an unidentified man whose face was perfectly cropped out. The picture looked like she was having sex with a ghost. It was the work of a professional.