Sad Bl Stories Novels & Stories

“When we met, you gave me a nickname. Do you remember it?” I hesitated, wondering where this was going. “Sexy… man in overalls?” He nodded, his lips twitching with a smile, like the memory was too pleasing to not smile. “Then I gave you one of my own later on. Do you remember that too?” “Sexy nut,” this time, the words rolled off easily. “Exactly. That was our dynamic, Maya. Calling each other petty things that aligned with what was going on at that moment.” Blake explained. “If that's the case, pretty thief should have expired the moment you found your wallet.” I stated.

Jade's POV Cum for me (1) I never meant to confess it out. I have been quietly unraveling behind a calm smile. For six weeks I had sat in Dr. Rowan Hale’s elegant office, my knees pressed together, my hands folded in my lap, talking about everything except the truth but today the words finally clawed their way out. “I have these… fantasies,” I whispered, staring at the Persian rug instead of his face. “Dark ones. I dream about being taken against my will. Held down and used without mercy. There's no safe word in my head. Just… force.”

I wagged my finger at their faces, taunting them. “I want the both of you to see this,” I said looking at the two brothers. The Salazar brothers are known on the black market for having ruthless hearts. I'm just not sure if they could still stay indifferent when they see the people they care for slowly die in an excruciating death. I flashed them a smile as I walk around the table and spotted the pliers on the toolbox. Perfect. “Antonio, how much do you love your nails?” He opened his mouth then close it, then open them again.

Serra said, not wanting to end the conversation. "I'm from the small village of Kabural" Danika looked away. "It was a happy village full of happy people. We seldomly do trade for we harvest a lot of goods in our village. We were happy, until Leni attacked us and destroyed our village. They got us slaved until I discovered I was Badblood." "I'm sorry" Serra said apologetically. "Don't be" Danika turned to her. "What about you?" Serra sighed. "Haris, Mira, and I came from the village of Sirka" she started. "It was also a happy village, well not really-"

It's a tan colour but I can't get the right shade and I have to leave soon to go to the club. "I can do this tomorrow," I say to myself as I stand up from my little stool and put away the supplies. I change into some clothes that aren't covered in paint and get my bag with everything I need. I'm meeting Will and Cole in the subs room tonight so we can chat before we go and find a Dom for the night. Well Cole has his husbands Nathan and Marcus, so he's already got some people for the night. The club we go to is called Club Sin, it's a gay bdsm club where kinky guys can indulge in their dirtiest fantasies without judgement. Some people have contracts where they are in a Dom/sub relationship wh

“If I don’t cum soon I might lose my mind.” Kevin smirked, then shrugged. “Fuck it. Wanna watch some p**n? We can just jerk off and call it a night. No point suffering in silence like idiots.” Mike raised an eyebrow, then grinned. “Hell yeah. Better than scrolling through dating apps and striking out again. You picking?” Kevin grabbed the remote and fired up their shared streaming setup. They started with regular straight p**n — a high-production scene with a curvy brunette getting fucked doggy-style by a muscular guy.

The room echoed with skin slapping, moans, and filthy words. “Fuck your stepdaughter harder,” Sarah urged him while fingering me. “Fill that tight pussy.” Jake finally lost control. He had me on my back, legs over his shoulders in a mating press. Sarah sat on my face as he pounded me mercilessly. The angle hit so deep I saw stars. I licked Sarah frantically while my stepbrother destroyed my cunt. “I’m gonna cum inside you,” Jake warned, thrusting faster. “Do it,” I moaned into Sarah’s pussy. “Cum in your stepsister!”

Chapter 1: Caught in the Act I straddled on Professor Blake’s lap in his office, my short plaid skirt shoved up around my waist, my soaked black panties hanging off one ankle like a dirty little trophy. His thick cock was buried deep inside my dripping pussy, stretching me open as I rocked my hips in slow, lazy circles, taking every inch of him with each roll. I’d never been one for hitting the books hard. Studying felt like torture, so I’d found a much more appealing way to keep my grades up, and it was simple, riding my professor raw for hours. And it happened to work every single time.

“Gripping my cock so fucking good. This hole was made for me.” I moaned helplessly, pushing back to meet his thrusts. “Ryan... fuck me harder...please...” “Yeah? Beg your stepbrother to breed you.” He reached around and stroked my cock fast, matching his brutal pace. The shame hit me again in waves. He was my stepbrother. This was fucked up. But my cock throbbed in his fist and my hole clenched greedily around him. “I... I want it,” I admitted, voice breaking. “Breed me, Ryan. Fill me up.”

– retorquiu Sander. Respondi-lhe, tremendo de medo: - És um assassino patético que se diverte a inventar histórias fantásticas envolvendo suas vítimas. Quero, no entanto, que saibas que não tenho medo de ti. Ele me interrompeu, dizendo: