Novel & Cerita Raunchy Short Stories

A new post from the same anonymous account. "That was just the beginning. Over the next few days, I'll be posting more of Lila's stories. Stories about other guys at school. You might even find yourself in one of them. Stay tuned to see just how perverted Lila Richmond really is." My hands were shaking. This person did not just have one story. They had multiple stories. Stories about different people. I had written so many over the past year. Stories to process my confusing feelings. Stories about Ryan. Stories about Derek before I knew him. Stories about random guys I found attractive. Stories that were never meant to be read by anyone.

My breasts were so swollen and sensitive that each flick of his tongue caused lightening to strike in my p***y. ‎ ‎I was so turned on that my p***y clenched in on itself and ached with the need to be touched too. He released my n*****s and I lay back on my elbows as he began nibbling my ribs and working his way down my stomach. He stopped at my belly button and he licked the water that had pooled there. I drew in my breath imagining his tongue delving deep in my p***y. His mouth moved downward and in the same swift motion as before, he loosened the straps of my swimsuit bottom and flung it to the side with the bra. He stared at my p***y for long before whispering.

Amanda sat in her small apartment in Surulere after another long, boring day at the office. Twenty-four years old, with a tight athletic body from years of gym work — perky C-cup tits, a tiny waist that curved out into a fat, juicy ass that made men stare. She was tired. Tired of vanilla boyfriends who lasted five minutes and called it romance. She wanted to be used. Broken. Turned into something less than a person.

POV: Janie . . The second I closed Dane’s door behind me, my legs were trembling badly, my tiny biker shorts soaked straight through the crotch, the seam digging into my swollen pussy lips like a tease. I practically ran to my room, heart pounding, cunt clenching with every step.

His small member rubbed against the man’s hard abdomen, becoming erect, turning a flesh-red color, and standing stiffly. The little student clutched onto the man’s neck as the man continued devouring his breasts, and he screamed when he reached his climax once again. His body twitched, and his honey cave contracted, opening and closing like a fish’s mouth. The ardent hunger and thirst in his body prompted the little student to press even closer to the man’s mountain-like body, rubbing his soft form against him. While panting seductively, the little student touched the ginormous monster at the man’s crotch.

“Yeah. Just...take it easy.” “Fine. But this is kind of exciting! Just look around. All these half- naked people on the dance floor, making out at tables. Just...this is kind of turning me on” I looked around. We packed the dance floor with ladies in thongs and high heels and men in boxers and silky robes. A couple of women were making out in a booth as a pair of men watched. I locked eyes with a shirtless guy with nipple piercings that glinted under the lights. His eyes bored into mine, his erection visible in thin, white boxer briefs. His body, with its broad shoulders and taut muscles, reminded me of Nathan in healthier times. I had to look away. I clinched my thighs and threw back my gla

After all, he wasn't trying to bargain for his death, he was bargaining sex with me. And with that, I slowly lowered the gun. My choices were wrong, my insides pooled with dread. But the thought of his thrusts made me courageous enough to drop the gun to the floor. “Make this quick.” Rocco moved swiftly, like a predator coming for its prey. I knew for a fact that this wasn't going to be like the previous sex. This was going to be rough. Fast. Desperate. Rocco closed the distance between us, slipping a hand around my waist. He slipped his free hand into my skirt. His fingers found my slits and he gently grazed over them, making my thighs clench. My folds burned with heat as he increased press

My legs felt shaky as I descended the stairs, the cool wood against my bare feet doing nothing to calm the fire still burning between my thighs. The dream clung to me like a second skin, Alex’s thick cock stretching me open, his dirty growls in my ear, the way I’d moaned like a slut while he fucked me senseless in my own bed. My soaked panties rubbed against my swollen clit with every step, sending little sparks up my spine. I tugged the hem of my tiny sleep shorts down, but they barely covered anything. My thin tank top clung to my breasts, nipples still hard and obvious. Part of me hoped he’d notice. The other part was terrified he would.

She was looking over my shoulder at the same wall and reading some of them softly under her breath. “Hmmm, look at this one,” I said. “This person seems to have described our date last week in perfect detail.” It was a story about a woman who liked to be spanked and punished. “I like this one,” Carrie said, pointing to another. “I really think we should try and work this one into our next date.” The story was about a couple who arranged to act like strangers and meet up at a trashy bar and pick each other up. There were long descriptions about them fucking in the back of the bar as the guys playing pool watched and stroked their cues.

“Why are you lying? That’s not how it happened at all… You said I was the best… You said my pussy felt incredible…” He shrugged carelessly, still grinning that cruel, cocky smile, the cheerleader on his lap laughing hysterically along with everyone else. “Come on, Harper. Don’t be so fucking dramatic. We both know the truth. You were a terrible, boring lay. Dry, loose, smelly, and pathetic. I only fucked you because you begged so pathetically on your knees like a desperate little virgin slut. Consider it charity.” The laughter swelled to deafening levels. More objects were thrown—crumpled notes, an empty soda can that clattered near my feet. The chants grew louder and more vicious: “Fish Mar