Nymphomaniac Novels & Stories

They scrubbed me, washed me until I was cleaned. And just like Elion, they devoured me….throughout the night. I didn't stop screaming. The pillows were dented with my bite marks. I didn't stop coming. I provoked the beast in them and they resounded with a kinky rule – Ten letters. Ten orgasms. They made me climax for every letter of my name. Amber Whyte. Each orgasm was more intense than the last. It made my legs go numb. Fuck. I got what I wanted until I was more than satisfied.

"Promise you won't be mad?" I closed my eyes and sighed. "Just tell me what you did." "Sooo, I was trying to figure out what to get you for Christmas, and I kind of looked at your laptop." Oh shit. "I went into your browser, trying to find something and typed in 'A-M-A-Z,' when what did I find?" Her expression had changed to the one she had when she caught me sneaking one of dad's beers. "Why, I believe it was 'Petite blonde stepsister with AMAZing tits gets railed by stepbro.' And a lot more like that, too. There was definitely a theme there: a petite blonde stepsister with long hair and a muscular stepbrother with dark hair in pretty much every video." It was my turn to look away now.

Letting my curiosity win me over, I turn around slowly and reach into my bag for my phone. Opening the browser, I type his name into the search bar of the adult site. The very first video nearly makes me drop my phone. I stare, frozen, as I watch the image on the screen. Nico is completely naked, towering over a brunette woman. His movements are slow as he pumps his cock into her with a kind of reverence that nearly makes my now swollen center release a tear. And oh god. His length… it is the thickest thing I have ever seen. ~~~~~~~~

"I have been telling you that I understand. Just don't leave me frustrated." “You know what, Yen? Someone told me that a rape victim may develop a disorder called nymphomania.” My mouth dropped open. Nymphomania is an uncontrollable or excessive sexual desire in a woman. Am I a nymphomaniac? Was my desire for Kim a sign of my nymphomania? “Don’t get me wrong, dear. I just thought you might feel like one if we do it many times a day.” Zed was really something. I stood up to go to the bathroom. But when I was about to sit down on the bowl, I saw my panties and Kim’s navy-blue briefs hanging on a handlebar. There was even a smear of his cum on the crotch.

Emmanuelle knocked once on the table, making the Provençal patterned china there shake: "Shit. But I always thought it was because you liked sex that you have been acting like a horny nymphomaniac for the past two years." Bianca wrinkled her nose and gave her best friend a puppy dog look: "Nobody, Manu. Can you believe it... nobody but my right hand. Even toys do not do anything to me anymore. It's like I am the only one who can satisfy me when I want to. I blame my hormones for this."

While finding a pair of mates during the 21st century is a rare occurrence due to the lack of original, pure-blooded Lycanthropes, they do still exist and produce the more elite and powerful offspring of the Lycan race. I stopped reading and looked up at Cain. "So you're saying that you and I are mates like the book is describing?" I asked him skeptically. He nodded. "That's impossible," I said, looking back down at the book. "It says Lycanthropes emit the pheromone. I'm a human, Cain." "You're right. It should be impossible," he said, pulling up the chair beside me. "Which is why I wanted to ask if you would be

Chapter One Hundred Fifty-Seven Quinn completely lost consciousness, she just wanted her body to become more comfortable, completely unaware of what she was doing and forgot why she became like this. “Um… ha… ha… don't… ah… uh… that place… don't touch… it's very strange…” After that night, he had not touched a single woman, because everything made him nauseous and uncomfortable. Listening to the moans of the person under the fishnet, Harvey seemed to hear an invitation from her. His penis was so hard it was about to explode. He deliciously licked the juice that was sticking to his lips.

LIFE WITH MY LITTLE NAUGHTY WIFE MASTER JAVEN POV: Yesterday, having the first sex with my six years old IQ wife, I felt like she grew into seven years old, she bleed me out with tons of patience coaxing her and hearing her loud cries and complains about the pain she had gone through. I know I caused the pain but never expected to hurt her that much, "blame it to my ancestor!" they passed me the genes of having a huge tool.

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.

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.