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I nodded and did as he said.“Show me.”I opened my mouth and revealed my tongue to him when another spit landed on it.“Hold it in your mouth, and don’t swallow until I tell you.”I nodded, too scared to say something so I didn’t lose his spit.His mouth went to the other nipple, and his fingers and tongue started playing with it.He took his time teasing me, moving from one breast to the other, or to both simultaneously, until I thought I was going to come just from the nipple stimulation alone.“Don’t you dare come, doll,” he said as if reading my mind, and pulled back slightly. “I can feel how desperate are your legs to close, how needy is that cunt to have something relieve it.”“Please,” I beg

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I would come home from my boring nine-to-five job, sink into my bed, scroll for a while, sleep, and wake up the next day to repeat the same routine. I unlocked my phone and started scrolling through different apps. I had no one to talk to, so I didn’t even bother checking my messages. Then a notification popped up, I bit my lip when I saw it was a p**n link. My fingers hesitated above the screen, my heart began to beat a little faster. My life might be boring, but I couldn’t deny myself of pleasure. I clicked on it and reached for the drawer beside my bed, pulling out the vibrator I had bought weeks ago but barely used. The video started playing and showed two men and a woman. One was betwee

“I think I am about to cummmmmm!” Mandy screamed out loud while breathing heavily and hyperventilating.

I flipped to a random page and started to read. …She stood before me, trembling. Her eyes were wide with a mixture of fear and anticipation. I told her to undress, slowly. I wanted to savor the unveiling of every inch of her soft, pale skin. When she was naked, I had her kneel. Her submission was a beautiful thing. A gift. I bound her wrists with the silk scarf, not because she needed to be restrained, but because she needed to feel owned. I ran the crop over her body, tracing the curve of her breasts, the dip of her waist, the swell of her hips. Her breath hitched every time the leather touched her skin. I asked her if she was mine to do with as I pleased. She whispered, ‘Yes, Sir.’ And tha

With a pale face, Greta stammered, "Doctor, I was sitting so close to her. Could she have passed it to me?" Enraged, Hilda staggered toward her and scolded, "You ungrateful child! Are you afraid of your own mother now? I'm not sick! I'm not carrying any diseases!" The scene descended into chaos as Greta backed away in a panic as Hilda closed in on her. She screamed in terror, "Mom! Stay away from me, Mom! Doctors won't lie about such things! If you have HIV, why didn't you tell us earlier? I have a husband and kids at home! You're harming us all!"

His voice hinted naughtiness and immediately a loud growl was heard on the other side. "Who is it?" Alexander's voice was mixed with feelings of both anger and protectiveness. Amara instantly looked around and there was nobody. She immediately knew whose voice it belonged. With each passing day and every second her anxiety increased. She was so emotionally dependent upon Alexander. "I'm into a lot of problem here Alex. I need your help." Amara's tone sounded much anguished and distressed. She told Alexander about everything starting from her uncle's miserable mental health, the missing of Aunt Stella, the phone call she got with his number, her visit to the haunted house, the fakir's rescue,

Marcus cast his eyes down as his shame covered him like a new winter’s coat. “ For now,Noah, please just trust me.” For a while after Noah left his room, Marcus stared up at the ceiling, feeling like the lowest form of life for lying to his best friend. How could he possibly explain to him that his dad and new girlfriend were being haunted by an ancient spirit, the same one who haunted his gran and her sister years before? “ Hello Marcus.” The voice which suddenly interrupted his thoughts, was melodious and familiar. Marcus looked to his side and by the light of the moon beaming through the window, he saw her.

In 1983 a Mrs Carson of New York was laid out in our coffin, presumed dead of hear disease. As mourners watched, she suddenly sat up, alive as you or I. Unfortunately her daughter dropped dead of fright on the spot. I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy!I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon.

I said, feigning innocence. I glanced around after speaking. It was true. There wasn't a single living person in sight, but ghosts were everywhere. "This place is cursed!" Charlotte snapped. "I can't even stop. The moment I even think about it, it feels like needles are piercing my hands." Even as she spoke, her hands kept moving. Fear flickered across her face at the scene before her. The terror in her eyes was truly a rare sight to behold. "Is this your doing? Did you come up with all these tricks to scare me? You just want revenge for all the times I picked on you at school, don't you?"