Novel & Cerita Sad Teenage Stories

—-- Later That Day… I didn’t see Arthur for hours after that. I lounged by the pool in my tiniest bikini, just in case he walked by, but he didn’t. I blasted music from my phone and scrolled through I*******m, ignoring the texts from classmates and ex-friends pretending they cared. I posted a poolside selfie with the caption: “No boyfriend? No problem. Daddy takes care of me ^_^” Within minutes, the comments exploded but I didn’t care….Let them talk. Let the world burn. I was still lying there when I heard the door open behind me.

Alicent’s POV They say it is normal for a person to have some fantasies in their own mind. But I don’t know if this also applies to my fantasy. I was sixteen when I had my first boyfriend. He was cute and charming. Everything seemed perfect but we didn’t last. He was my first in everything. My first kiss, first date, and first fuck. It was a good experience, though. He is somehow a good fucker and he satisfied me. The bad part of it? It awakened something in me that should’ve just kept sleeping.

For this reason, I decided to move all then into strange short stories, that is already a storybook of different themes. The w******l policy does not allow me to remove or delete those books, so they will remain there but as a "paused" book. You can find only the introduction of those books on w******l and no else more. But there you can find some covers I made for those stories and that I can not upload here. The stories of a single chapter will continue to be published, of course. Each volume of Strange short stories will have 3 medium-sized stories and about 10 short stories.

I opened an incognito tab, found the video that best fit my fantasies, and pressed play. A girl on her knees between two guys, one in her mouth and the other sliding in from behind. She can't scream or moan properly since her mouth is full, but her muffled moans sound desperate and perfect. I slid my hand beneath the waistband of my panties before I could even think. I was fucking soaked so it was easy to slide two fingers in. My mouth fell open, a breathless moan escaping my lips. I curled them, closing my eyes, imagining it was Jake or Tyler's fingers instead. I knew it was wrong. They were five years older than I was. I was their best friend’s little sister but I could hardly control the

Sasha lowered her pussy onto Abegail’s waiting mouth. Abegail’s world narrowed to sensations. The weight of Sasha on her face, the taste of her on her tongue. The relentless, pounding drive of Kael’s cock splitting her open, hitting a spot deep inside that made her see stars. The slap of Leo’s balls against her chin. She was a vessel for their pleasure, and in turn, her own pleasure spiraled higher, coiling tighter than before.

But what happens when one of the adoption sites isn't everything it appears to be? This series includes 3 books so far: The Safe Space (completed), Daddy's Collection (completed), and Teacher's Care (ongoing). All three books have graphic violence, nonconsensual sex, and sexual and physical abuse scenes. 5. Follow me on I*******m under the same name or F******k under Owlonmywrist Author. You’ll find information about the stories that you like, character descriptions, early previews, and my unique sense of humor. Plus, I just love talking to people, so if you just wanna chat, come on over.

Chapter 1: Caught Fucking Around Trigger warning: This story is raw, gritty. It's not the kind that pets you. It will strip you off your pride like a little dirty dog, take you to your peak and punish you harder. When you're done, your pussy won't be the only thing that leaks... your master's marks will be your new tattoo, and little puppy, you'll thank him for it. Drop now if you hate dirty stories with degradation. Britanny's POV

Sadie And watching him? It helps. Doesn’t fix the ache, but it hushes that restless little gremlin under my skin whispering tie me, wreck me, make me beg. Makes me feel like maybe I’m not a total freak for wanting this. Like this itch might actually mean something. Like maybe it’s not something to be ashamed of. Because real talk? Most people hear the word rope and immediately think porn—or worse, something criminal. I’ve never met someone who didn’t flinch. Who didn’t give me that look—you know the one.

“Bad girls don’t get to cum on the first night. You’ll sleep like this — wet, horny, and aching. Maybe tomorrow I’ll give you more.” He pulled my thong back into place and gave my ass one final hard slap. “Get under the covers. Sleep. I’ll check on you in the morning.” Uncle Ken walked to the door, but before leaving he looked back at me. “Welcome to your new life for the next seven days, Hilda. Try to behave or not. I enjoy breaking naughty girls like you.” He closed the door. I lay there in the dark, ass stinging, pussy dripping, nipples hard, and my body burning with desire.

I was on video call with my friend Sydney who was giving me gists about her holiday. “Girl, last night was crazy,” Sydney said, fanning herself on the screen. “We got back from the beach and he just dragged me to the shower. He didn’t even let me rinse the sand off properly. He bent me over right there and fucked me until my legs gave out. I can still feel it this morning.” I laughed a little but I didn’t have much to say because my life was boring. I was twenty-two, halfway through college, but my days revolved around reading books, baking, and listening to music.