Pantsed Stories Novels & Stories

Susan’s POV I was lazily scrolling through my OnlyFans page when a new comment popped up under one of my latest posts. “I wish I could get a video of you getting fucked. That’s my biggest fantasy.” My heart skipped a beat. I bit my lip and typed back immediately:“I wish I had someone to fuck for y’all, but I don’t.”

“You’re so fucking wet. You’ve been thinking about this since high school?” “Every night,” she gasped, green eyes locked on his. “While you were in rehab, I was writing about you, now give me that thick cock I’ve waited years for.” Kane yanked his fingers out, spun her around, and shoved her harder against the bookshelf. He freed his thick cock and slammed into her dripping pussy in one brutal thrust. “Fuuuck!” Vera cried out, nails digging into the wood. “You’re so deep, stretch me, Kane. Ruin your old classmate’s pussy.”

I stood in the freezing hallway, feeling the cold seep into my bones. ... I spent the whole night sitting in a hotel room, numb. When the sun rose, I saw the deep, bloody crescents my nails had carved into my palms. I grabbed my phone, scrolling through the texts between Sheila and I. Three years ago, I drained my savings to send her off to art school in Francoria, covering every last penny of her tuition and living expenses. She clung to me with tears streaming down her face as she said, "Erick, when I'm back, we're tying the knot. You're the only one for me, forever!"

My panties were soaked from the rush of heat during the office encounter. By lunch, I buried myself in spreadsheets, ignoring the sandwich I’d barely touched. My phone buzzed, it was a text from Ethan: ‘Progress report by 3 PM. My office.’ No pleasantries, just command. I swallowed hard, thumbs hovering before typing a quick ‘Understood.’

THEMES: Care and After care, Revenge, Mushy- strained confession, Non- sex KINKS: Touch- Her- And- Die, LENA'S POV I'm at a quiet spot in a club-------- a rare spot--------- crying my eyes out. Fuck I can't continue this way, I can't keep fucking that... that gizzard. But I love my job, I can't lose it. I sniff as I wipe at my face, only for more tears to flow; I can't believe I enjoyed it.