Nymphomaniac Novels & Stories

How could he allow a mere nanny to bully my precious daughter? I dialed Austin's number. His voice came through the line, sharp with impatience. "I'm busy. If you have something to say, tell my assistant." Before I could speak, the call was cut off. I stared at my phone, stunned. He hadn't recognized my voice. He hadn't even remembered my number. Before I could recover, Isla Chambers's mocking face loomed closer, her smirk brimming with triumph. "I thought you might actually be somebody. Turns out, you're just another pathetic clown putting on a show."

She said, "Don't worry about it. Look all you want. It's not like I'm going to lose anything." She really didn't care. She was showing off her smooth legs right in front of me and letting me stare all I wanted. I smiled back and said, "You're really something. Those are the prettiest legs I've ever seen." And just like that, we started chatting back and forth. It turned out that her name was Lauren Ward. She had a boyfriend, but he could never satisfy her. Every time they were together, he would be done after just a few moments. The more frustrated Lauren became, the more she craved release, so she started using toys to take care of herself.

Then I leaned against the window, staring out at the manicured hedges and the clear blue sky, trying to make sense of it all. Why target me? I was nobody. Just a nanny, someone who had drifted into this life by accident. I wasn’t important enough to be a threat. But Francesca… she was important. She was Alaric’s daughter. And that made her a pawn in a game I barely understood. I wrapped my arms around myself, feeling a chill despite the warmth of the sun streaming through the glass. I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was being watched, that someone had been following me ever since the mall incident. Could it be connected? Was this part of the same threat?

His hands undressed me with a quiet kind of urgency, as he plunges his dick into my pussy. . How he murmured my name like it tasted sweet on his tongue. I wrote it all. Every detail. Every filthy, twisted thought. And when I finished, I slammed the journal shut and tossed it across the room. What the hell was wrong with me? I was supposed to be healing. I was supposed to be stronger than this. Seven days without giving in and the first thing I do is fantasize about the one man I’m not allowed to? I sat up in bed, hands clenched in my sheets, throat tight.

Elena's POV He is weird! A very weird weird weird creature and I hate him so much! One minute he becomes so caring and then at another moment he shows what he really is! A monster! Yeah! A monster!! Manik Monster Malhotra! If you are thinking I have gone crazy than congratulations! You are right! I've become insane and if some kind of sanity is left then I'm sure it won't take much time to be converted into insanity! What the hell does that man thinks of himself?

⚠Mildly steamy content⚠ A thought popped into my head and I look towards the door and I make sure Mason isn't in the room. I lay flat in the tub and my hands travel down my body. My fingers move just under the hem of my panties and start making slow circles on my clitoris. As I start moving them faster I can feel the pleasure but it's not what I want. Next I do the unthinkable. "Mason!" I scream for him and keep rubbing myself. I just need to be touched. "Baby,it's okay. Just breath for me and I wi-oh my fuck." He says cutting himself off as he sees me touching myself.

My thumb slides between her breasts, under her bra, and I dig my fingernail in to leave my fingerprint: "I could ask you the same thing, Didi. What are you doing here?" Using the tip of my nose, I start to loosen the strands of her bobbed hair to give me access to the back of her neck when suddenly... FANCULO! She quickly grabs my thumb and gives me a wrench. She quickly turns around, and I'm on my knees before her. My goddess puts a foot on my shoulder like the fucking queen she is, and I discover a new passion: being trampled by Didi.

My bedroom door is open, and wafting from it is the potent scent of sex and musk. Bianca, no less. She’s a nymph. Staying a minute with out sex is like torture to her. I think that makes her great. You’d rarely come across a woman like her, always willing to indulge in sex. Just one flirtatious look at her gets her wet, and oh my, her pussy always weeps like a waterfall. Fuck, that’s such a turn to me, seeing her gush the fluid of her desires. Dominus is already smirking, excited to see her.

His mouth was locked with one and the last one, being Peaches, laid on her back, on the bed, and parted her sex before him as she began to rub a finger on her clitoris and wet herself for him. His eyes were fixed on Peaches masturbation as he tangled tongues with Monique. In all her life, Candice had seen nothing like this. She had heard of orgies and harems, never had she really witnessed it. His clothes were finally off his body and he stood completely naked. Lean muscles and taut abs flexed and rippled. The nymphs were right, he was perfectly built and sexy. But Wayne was hotter. One of them immediately inserted his manhood into her mouth and began to throat it, a deep groan erupted from

Her voice was breathy and she panted as the man kept pushing the dildo in and out of her. The man in front of her unzipped his pants and gripped her head roughly, shoving his erection into her open mouth. Kelley pressed pause, he couldn’t watch anymore. He felt sick to his stomach and he looked at his mother, also on her hands and knees. “You’re sick.” “On the contrary. Norah especially likes it. It satisfies her little nymphomaniac urges. She goes through ten men on a good weekend and she never complains when her bank account lights up.” Charles laughed then at the shocked expression on Kelley’s face.