روايات وقصص ضمن Self Chastity Stories

As she walked down the hall, she heard the telltale sounds of the siblings' shared crescendo. * Mary had to run errands that afternoon, but she came home to quite a sight. Chastity was bent over the couch, completely naked. Blonde hair ran like waterfalls onto the cushions. Her prominent posterior hung over the armrest, lewdly displaying her vagina. Chastity had bragged to Hope before that her clitoris was easy to find and Mary saw that her daughter wasn't kidding. Chastity's little man in the canoe was more like a giant in his yacht.

Giving it a squeeze, I groaned. “Ro….Rowen….I…..I…..” Chastity whimpered again. “Are you touching yourself right now?” I asked. “I……no.” Chastity answered quietly. “Why not?” I responded. “I….I don’t know if it would help.” Chastity whispered. “It will.” I groaned as I ran my hand, up and down my cock. “What are you doing?” Chastity squeaked. “Debating on telling you to get on video chat so I can watch you make yourself cum for me.” I stated.

He murmured before pulling her head down until it was on the same level as his cock. She swallowed hard at how veiny and huge it was. She could've get used to it. But it's been two years since something happened to them. It's been two years since she last saw it. "How many women have you taken inside the cell?" She asked, her throat was getting dry in anticipation. "Nothing. I've been celibate while waiting until you're ready, Charylle." He answered with a heavy tone. He was also panting at how near her lips to his tip.

“Well, I think it’s time for a renegotiation. I mean, it’s always the same: big cock yada yada yada, muscles yada yada yada, long, blond hair yada yada yada, better in the sack—do you actually have sex with these random guys?” “Of course I do! I wouldn’t lie to you. Is that what you think? That I’m lying? That these guys don’t exist?” Barbara sat down on the bed and ran her fingers over his chastity device, playing with his caged cock, running her little fingernail over the skin that was reachable through the slits and fondling his balls. “Do you want me to bring one home, fuck him in front of you?” She could already see his skin swelling, filling any available wiggle room. Barbara arrived h

I finally said when I realized I have been quiet for a while. “This is the first time I am coming for confession this year” the lady said again and I itched to hear more of her voice. “Go on child” I tell her again even if I can figure she is not much older than me, that was if she was not younger than me. “Ever since I lost my husband three years ago, i have been chaste but yesterday things got a bit overwhelming and I had an intimate night with a man whom I kicked out of my bed this morning”

This story took place the summer after I graduated high school. My girlfriend in high school, her name was Krista, was a very strict born-again Christian. While we would never have actual sex she had no problem with mutual masturbation. This story is about how she unintentionally gave me one of the best summers ever.

"No way on earth, no. Ok, my story's exhausting as poop. I was a beautiful forlorn failure in school, however I earned substantial sums of money out of it. Out of nowhere got famous with the women." "So you chose to turn into a womanizing nouveau-rich butt sphincter with a preference for whores?" Kat prodded, summoning just a scowl from her accomplice. "I kid. Hello, I like poop chutes. "That is rich, better believe it. Given a rimjob previously?" her customer murmured, his jaw holding a bit - yet he before long loose, particularly as he found time to finish his beverage. "Mhm. By what other means would I realize that I like butt sphincters?" the redhead fixed her back gladly.

Suddenly all went black. Nate, Ian, and Zaki's stories are Completed titled It's Just I Love You. Boy x Boy, intense, hotter, bondage, rape, and kinkier than this, if you are not into that stuff, sorry. That is, the story of the three of them is COMPLETED, but he is Boy X Boy, meaning Man to Man. You will get to know Zaki better in that story and find out how much he loves Ian and how much he loves you, argh just kidding haha. Waaaah. 👇 >

The house finally went quiet. I let out a long breath and stretched, my tight little tank top riding up over my flat stomach. Nineteen years old and still stuck under his roof like a prisoner. No friends, no dates, no freedom. If he ever found my secret account… yeah, I’d be dead. But that risk made it hotter. The secrecy. The thrill of thousands of men paying to see what he had never let me show. I scrolled through my DMs for a minute, biting my lip at the usual flood of horny messages. Then I set my phone aside and slipped a hand under my shorts, tracing lazy circles over my clit. I was already wet. That comment had done its job.

Chapter 1: Sex With My Mother's Patient, Now I Am Trapped Sophia’s POV I’m only nineteen, but I’ve already lost count of how many men I’ve dated and slept with. Okay… I’ve not exactly lost count. Seventeen of them… maybe less, but definitely not more. Seventeen boyfriends since I started dating at eighteen—and not one of them lasted long enough to matter. People always assume I’m the problem. Maybe I am. But the truth is simple in a way most people wouldn’t understand.