Nymphomaniac Novels & Stories

The ache between my legs had turned into pure torture — swollen, dripping, begging for something, anything. I locked my door, kicked off my heels, and threw myself onto the bed still in my work clothes. My hand was already sliding up my skirt before I could stop myself. No. Not yet. I grabbed my phone with trembling fingers and downloaded three new p**n videos — the filthiest threesome ones I could find. Two men, one woman. Priests in my head. I turned the volume low, propped the phone on my pillow, and hit play. The first scene started: a girl on her knees between two huge cocks, sucking one while the other slapped against her cheek. My breath hitched.

Ollie really had no other word to describe Werewolves but edgy. It was nothing like what a teenager's room should have looked like but yet once again, Ollie had been stunned into silence. Lilac had been nonchalant while introducing her to the grotesque place she called a room. There were variously sized animal bones then clawed out eyeballs in jars, and even a human finger that held a ring on it laying in a glass case like it was a precious gem.

I let my eyes slide closed and I take in a breath. I raise my hands, and I pull. I summon. I collect. My insides begin to vibrate, faster and harder with each moment. My breath pulls in and out, faster, as my hands, my stomach, my heart grows hotter and more violent. But I don’t let it go. I reach out, to every bit of that Neron. I claim it as mine. I tell it that I am its master. It must obey me. The tremors shake not only me, but the ground at my feet. They echo throughout the entire planet.

What if I am indeed a nymphomaniac? What would I do then?

The third gangster growled with pleasure and started thrusting deep to her throat. The first cummed. The second followed a few minutes later, almost the same time as the one who suddenly spurted out white stuff inside her mouth. The three laid exhausted on her body while Christine wiped the fluids from her lips. She thought about her best friend, who was actually the one she truly loved. She knew he loved her as well. The problem was her. Just what happened earlier was her nasty secret. As a nymphomaniac, a person living a lustful life, she would never be able to fight back the urge to do it with many people. In a principle-shackled world like this, it was unf

There’s no way to trick my body into thinking that a little battery-powered device is similar to the hands and dick of a man. Not just any man. Rhys Redmond. I want him to touch every inch of my skin and tease my body. I want him on top of me and inside me before I explode.

Her discomfort had turned to pleasure, and from pleasure had bloomed le petit monde - and she thrust her hips forward as she moaned. Nathan bowed his head and bit her earlobe. “Should I fuck you now?” he whispered. Crystal: “Yes! Fuck me!” Nathan needed no further encouragement. He took hold of his manh**d and lined it up with her wet core, and as he pushed himself into her, the red koi carp scattered. ****

It’s powerful and erotic, and it affects all of us. Next to me, Glenn groans loudly and Alhora digs into her thigh with her own nails. By the time Zael is done with the nymph, I’m so horny I’d hump a tree. “Oh my,” she titters, and presses her body tighter against the vampire, grinding her hips against him like a lap dancer. “Give me more.” “Answers first.” “Oh,” the nymph pouts. “Fine. He went to the church.” Zael looks over the nymph’s head at me. “What church?”

Priscillia said to the three men. The three men did as they were ordered to. Their cocks stood so rigid and pulsed with need. Adam could feel their fears and anticipation as he sat with Terra’s head between his legs. Adam watched through a mushy mind as the five purple eyed nymphs descended on the poor hard cocks with a feverish appetite. The first man’s cock was gobbled up the first nymph and he groaned in pleasure but a second nymph covered his whole face with her ass to drown out his moans. “Lick!” the second nymph barked and slapped the chest of the first man.

I questioned and raised my eyebrow. “I’m still horny. Plus, my pussy misses you.” She smirked and opened her legs. I watched as she ran a finger past her clit and then shoved it into her vagina. The sight made my dick harden, and she stared into my eyes as she fingered herself. This woman was defiantly a nymphomaniac. “Uh, fuck. You’re so sexy.” I groaned and ran my hand through my hair. My dick was erect once again. The woman smiled and removed her fingers to place them into her mouth. I wasn’t going to get much sleep today.