Nymphomaniac Novels & Stories

I didn’t reach for him. “The drain, huh?” I said, my voice dropping into a conspiratorial whisper. “Is it a gurgly monster? The kind that just wants to eat your soap bubbles?” Luca’s crying hiccupped. He nodded, big eyes wide. “My nonna in Sicily told me a secret about drain monsters,” I said, leaning in a little. “They’re not scary. They’re just… very, very hungry for dirty water and bubbles. They’re the clean-up crew. If you let them eat the yucky bath water, they get full and fall asleep. Then they can’t bother anyone.”

“Going once, going twice sol-” “ A thousand grams!” A voice interrupted, earning gasps from the crowd. I swallowed the invisible saliva clinging to my tongue as my eyes searched desperately for who would want to risk that kind of amount on a cursed woman. “That’s ridiculous for a demon, a thousand-“ “She is a Nymph!” A man dressed in a cotehardie and black boots with a feather hat that almost covered his face strode forward. My breath caught in my throat as I stared at the devilish beauty underneath the hat. “A thousand and she’s mine,” he blurted, holding the gaze of the man who stood beside me.

The bastard didn’t flinch as he stretched an envelope to me. “What’s this?” “I think it’s better if you see it for yourself.” I hate when this son of a bitch acts cold and mechanical like a damn robot, but I have other beautiful things on my mind in the name of Nymph. Sweet, smart, sexy, tight pussy, beautiful hair that could be fisted tight in doggy position, the way her skin changes color when smacked by my riding crop, the way she blurts out those weird, unasked facts. As if summoned, her face appeared in the pictures in the envelope. But something isn’t making sense.

"The drink was strong, I don't remember shit. But from her narration... I - I allowed her finger me and to top that, I fucking dry humped on her pussy." Fedora clapped her hand, shouting. "Go girl!!!" "Oh shut up." I glared at her. She suddenly stopped, sitting up right. "It wasn't that bad, was it. You got orgasm I guess?" Fedora whispered lowly. "It doesn't matter if I got orgasm or not, Fedora. If you hadn't taken me to that lesbian strip party or whatever. If I hadn't seen those girls scissoring themselves, enjoying it while I hadn't had good sex in more than 3 months, I wouldn't have done what I did."

"After everything I just told you, how can you say that you are NOT the best person to help me here?" Kevin slumped in his chair, his body getting tired from the sheer psychological tension he'd been feeling. He pressed fingers to his temples, took a deep breath, and tried to actually comprehend, for real, just what a weird situation he has found himself in. His mother -- his super hot, sexy, drop-dead gorgeous mother -- confessed to him that she had an exceedingly high libido. Kevin has heard the word 'nymphomaniac' once or twice, and it would seem that the term could apply to his mom more or less perfectly.

Nina stopped on her tracks when she heard a loud and sultry moan of a woman. "Fuck, Anthony... you're so big." Now this time she is sure that it's Lissa. There's no denying it, plus she moaned out Anthony's name, so that's that. It really was her Nymphomaniac friend. She thought to herself as she continued to crawl slowly to the bedroom. She was so close to the bedroom that she did not know what to do with herself. She swallowed against her dry throat and it was so dry that it hurt when she did.

"You see, Mister, I understand why she wouldn't mention me to you. " " My sister has recently encountered some troubles, especially worrying. And since we're on especially bad terms because of a misunderstanding, she refuses for me to help her. “I’m really worried that my sister will do something irrational.” On the surface, it seemed that Renata was very concerned about Lucia. But you could tell at a glance the meaning behind what she was trying to say. She meant to say that Lucia was financially handicapped now, and in a situation like that, she was willing to do anything for money. Any man who heard something like that would definitely have second thoughts about the character of the said

That she felt me here or some shit. Then again her nymph doesn't seem to give a fuck one way or another who's around, she's just who she is. A fucking modern day nymph. She probably picked up some shit from the human females around here and after my many years of living I can tell you, nymphs have nothing on some of the nasty shit a human female in heat can get up to.

Sandra glanced up and saw the concern echoing in his dark eyes, then smiled. “Actually, I was thinking about you,” she said with a soft blush. “I was wondering what insane, wicked spell you have put me under, that you could so easily turn me into an orgasm-crazed lunatic.” Creighton laughed leaning across the table to her and tilted her chin up with his forefinger. “The term is nymphomaniac,” he reassured her. “We’ve already established this and it’s you who has put me under a wicked spell.” “Are you complaining?”

My wolf is clawing at the back of my mind, urging me to get closer to the water nymph before me. She spins around and the moonlight reflects off something. Fuck me. She’s wearing a body chain that wraps around her waist and down the middle of her chest. The woman’s dark blonde hair falls over her perfect tits, which are begging to be in my hands and mouth. I let my gaze travel farther south and her pussy is covered by a neatly trimmed layer of hair. Perfect. Finally, I force my eyes up to take in her face. No. Fuckin’. Way. Sapphire Stone.