Public Use Novels & Stories

Helena said, trying to ignore the man's unfriendly tone. The man slid a key across the counter towards her. "Room 13," he said. "Pay upfront." Helena handed him some cash and took the key, then made her way to the room. As she opened the door, she was hit by another wave of musty air. The room was small and dingy, with yellowed walls and a stained carpet. But it had a bed, a bathroom, and a lock on the door, and that was all Helena needed. She set her bag down on the bed and took out her weapons, making sure they were all in working order. Then she sat down on the bed and closed her eyes, taking a deep breath to center herself.

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With renewed purpose coursing through her veins, Sarah set about her task with fervent determination. There was much to be done—meals to be prepared, a promise to be fulfilled. Despite the overwhelming weight of the task ahead, Sarah felt a surge of energy coursing through her as she embarked on her mission. Yes, it would be a lot of work, but every moment spent laboring over Adam's favorite dishes was a labor of love—a small price to pay for the joy that awaited them upon his return.

He managed to get a few stabs in but none of them were critical enough cripple the boar. Will was desperately trying to think of something while watching his fellow Goblins getting injured and dying around him. He looked around taking in as much of the environment as possible, and as if a light had turned on in his head he got an idea. Will ran back into the forest but wasn't gone for long, he came back to the edge of the clearing with a decently sized rock. It was almost the size of his own head, and quite heavy as well. He ran towards a big tree and started climbing it while keeping the stone under his left arm. Will was struggling quite a bit, however his claws dug deep into the bark as h

Shе felt hiѕ сосk tickling the еntrаnсе tо her thrоаt. "Uѕе your tоnguе tо рlеаѕurе mе. The quiсkеr I cum, the quiсkеr уоu gеt to соnѕidеr уоur сirсumѕtаnсеѕ."He says....

"There's a difference. Pushing is aggressive. Not being present is just... abandonment dressed up as respect." "I don't know how to do this," I said. "Just move," Eli said. "Just let your hand touch mine. It's not a decision that needs strategy. It's just proximity. It's just connection." I turned my hand, and our fingers made contact on the counter. Not hands held. Just fingertips touching. Just that small acknowledgment of physical presence. The moment stretched. "I'm sorry," I said. "I know," Eli said. "But sorry isn't enough anymore. You need to show me that you're actually choosing this."

“This is how you’re going to wake up from now on—getting your married cunt used.” “Yes—yes—use me!” I moaned like a whore, legs wrapping high around his waist. Every thrust slammed against my cervix, sending sharp sparks of pleasure-pain through me. My tits bounced wildly between us until he bent his head and bit one nipple hard enough to make me yelp.

Alice He left without another word. The front door clicked shut behind him, and the house swallowed the sound like nothing had ever happened. I stayed frozen on the couch for what felt like forever, legs still spread, breasts leaking milk in slow, lazy drops that ran down my stomach and pooled in my navel. I felt satisfied in a bone-deep, filthy way I’d never felt before. But also awkward as hell. Exposed. Used. Like I’d just handed a stranger the keys to something I wasn’t supposed to share.

Siri said with a sick sense of glee. “Believe it or not, I am a responsible person,” I said bitterly. He gave me a once-over, as if assessing the truth of what I’d just said, then took Siri’s mug and turned back to the kitchen. Siri and I walked out the front door. As we walked to Siri’s Tundra, I dug my phone back out. “I don’t know if you know the area or not, because I don’t, but I can pull something up on GPS.”

Nothing was moved or removed. I remembered not packing anything when Drake asked Marcus to get me to his 'safe house' indirectly his cage where he gets to control and use me for his pleasure. Anger boiled inside of me as I packed all of my old clothes inside the box, I got my credit card. At least I have some savings to get us a new place to live. I won't use the credit card Drake gave me. If I used it, he would track me with it and would want to know where our new place is. I was not stupid.