Seventeen Fic Novels & Stories

Sext Buddy: [I’d do anything to fuck you right now. Alicia muffled her screams again, unsure of what to send back to him. It was funny because she was and always has been a horny nineteen year old virgin and she didn’t even know the guy she’s been sexting since summer. She had found his number on her phone and decided to text him and they’d started talking and ended up becoming sext buddies. He said things to her, things she could only fantasize about and she loved it. She wanted to meet him so badly but at the same time, she knew she wouldn’t be able to handle it if they met.

That was enough to distract Gwen who showered Royce with kisses while saying, "Oh I am so proud of you Roycee-boo! What a great way to start the day!" This time, August was watching them. She looked happy for them but also disgusted by them. She turned to me and said, "Weirdos," while rolling her eyes. Royce then toured us to his photo exhibit. Thirteen pieces of photos which he called The Last Year of Seventeen– his concept was the final year of highschool. The final year of freedom and youth. The final year before we are faced with bigger challenges and choices that would actually impact our lives. Most of the photos were taken in the Academy. Some in the Liberty Mead with Royce’s horse. M

We discussed the forthcoming battle as he took looks at Sally and even Sophie when she returned. I had Sophie open up my hands while Mickie gathered his sack and with a last look at both the young ladies, let us know great evening and headed home. I don't know how I had the energy for what occurred next yet the shower, the storage space seat, the recently cleaned sauna, and a towel on the floor became areas for our fuck fest. First I took Sally, and afterward Sophie, before essentially going to and fro between them for one more near 60 minutes. I understood I probably won't make due until battle night. ~End~ Author’s Note: Next Story "The Highschool"

Hector arranged for me to apologize on a livestream from a TV station. After I signed the nondisclosure agreement, I faced more than a dozen cameras and read from the script like a machine. "Hello, everyone. My name is Conrad Brown. Regarding the recent controversy online, I'm here to formally apologize to Mr. Hector Gomez and Ms. Quinn Summers... "I fabricated the chat records for attention. Quinn and I were only classmates." The number of viewers soared, and the comments were full of abuse. Netizens flooded the screen, telling me to get out of Oceanton. Every comment felt like an invisible bullet. By the time I came back to myself, my heart was already full of holes.

" ************** OMG its over AHHHHH.... I really did cry this time. Anyway I love them so much and I will miss them so much. But I am writing another book in this next chapter titled: SISTERS DESIRE, and you guys should really goo check it out. Its a fictional story that involves incest, but it is not an incest only story. It focuses on Harem Lit. All characters involved in sexual activities of any kind are eighteen years or older. None of these events are real, no matter how badly we may want them to be. (Sucks doesn't it) Please rate and comment. Enjoy. and I think its really interesting.

It was fresh and invigorating, and it felt like the winds of change were blowing, as though bigger and better things were only a gust away. I was just another 18-year-old in twelfth grade. Unsurprisingly, that also meant I had teenage hormones that raged constantly, and I was always giving in to them. Aside from any pictures or videos I could have found on the internet, there were scores of pretty girls I found quite appealing at school. The combination of the two caused me to fabricate an endless array of fantasies in my head.

I whisper and make a scratch on the back of the wooden frame. Nine marks stared back at me. Nine birthdays without them. Nine years of living like a prisoner. Nine years of fearing one day Fiona might just succeed in her attempts to kill me. Nine years of watching my uncle alphaing a pack that doesn’t belong to him. Nine years… I am seventeen now. Nearly an adult, but thanks to my uncle, I had no money, no education, no anything. I was trapped here, probably forever.

WARNING Explicit stepmother/stepson incest (he calls her "Mom" while he's balls-deep) • Raw cheating on the husband/father • Rough degrading sex: choking, slapping, spitting, hair-pulling, "slut" talk • Bareback creampies, facials, swallowing • Almost-getting-caught adrenaline • Age-gap filth + forbidden obsession Arranged-marriage jealousy and heartbreaking goodbye sex This is NOT romance. This is pure, dripping, no-limits taboo erotica. About "Hooked on his Dick" One open door was all it took. Natasha walks in on her stepson Noah stroking the biggest cock she's ever seen and instead of walking out, her panties soak through. From that second, they're doomed. Secret quickies while Dad

My name was Layla Terra, and I was a dance student. To my parents, I was a good girl with excellent character and academic performance; to my classmates, I was a cold flower that had rejected countless suitors. But no one had seen the rebellious, dark-minded, authentic me behind this innocent face. I had fantasized about being violated more than once. All of this began from that summer vacation… That day, my parents went to the nearby city to deal with something. They planned to be home that night, but when I waited until midnight, I received the news that they would stay there for two days.

Hmmm, tragic. I was able to accomplish more than even I had planned for. I hadn’t actually planned to move Felicity into the room next to me. Nor had I even planned to bring Fiona home early. But after seeing Fiona last night I knew that there is something that I could do for my girls. I could reunite them and give them a night together. But I was able to also con the mother fucker into a date. For tonight I knew that she would be safe. For tonight she could go to sleep in peace without the fear of harm.