Shamless Com Novels & Stories

My consciousness almost bolted out of my body as I sat there in the sofa, dick in hand, and the video still ongoing, not even giving a fuck or two that I had been caught masturbating. I didn't know what gave me the morale, but I knew that I had read somewhere that the only way to not feel shamed is to be shameless, and so I decided to be shameless; I owned nobody no explanation. “ Hey, you back?” I casually asked him as I continued stroking my dick, hoping that he would be the one to feel ashamed and run off. He just stood there, the shock still evident in his face, “ seems like you wanna join me, don't you?” I said, smiling hysterically as I stroked harder, a part of me growing more comfort

I was unconsciously drooling. Host! the system sounded exhausted. "If you ever need a wife..." "..." "I am available." "..." He pauses. Just for one second. Only one. "Wait, that sounded way better when I said it in my head." "You are shameless," he mumbled, walking away. Host! Current Flirting Score: 2/100. Congratulations. You have successfully made the atmosphere colder. Why were all the handsome men in this world emotionally constipated? Was smiling illegal? Did beastmen lose facial muscles after adulthood?

Banshee murmured as Shamira's tongue parted her captor's labia and teased its way to the core. "Birds fly, fish swim, and sluts do oral," Clara said. "She was a quick study." She sat on the platform in front of Shamira, getting a world class view of Banshee's ass as she rode their captive's face. "You know, you have a really nice butt," she told Banshee. Meanwhile, her fingers were caressing Shamira's slot, teasing her to excitement again.

Compared to Shreya, Hamza seemed to be ignorant. "Are you saying that these are not real people?" Shreya rolled her eyes at him and ignored him. Instead, she picked up her phone and was about to make a call. "What are you going to do?" Hamza was a little curious about what Shreya would do. Shreya said, "Didn't those people mock her for being the Empress of money?" "And then?" "I bought the live streaming platform and got someone to ban all the ghostwriter accounts." Hamza, "..."

I knew with time she’d come around, see me for what I was— better than whatever worthless trash she almost made warm her bed. I expected an apology eventually, maybe a confession she didn't know better, but this? A proposal for a secret fuck? That wasn’t on my fucking bingo card. And the worst part—that had me off guard. For the rarest time, I wasn’t the one in control. I’ve seen shameless before, every shade of it, painted on women who thought their bodies were bargaining chips, but June’s brand of shameless? It’s different, and oddly dangerous. It seems like the type of shameless that slips under your skin and makes you wonder if you’re the one getting played.

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She was scared of Nathan "Natty, even you should apologise to Sham, she is not a witch at all." "What?" said Nathan looking at Shamma who staggered, her palm kissing her forehead "Are you okay Sham?" Xavier asked Shamma who gave a slight nod before going back to Nathan. "Mom says she is not a witch she is an angel. Natty apologise to Sham." A smile crept upto Shamma's face as she turned her gaze to Nathan who but just cringed at the sight of her. "Dont ever smile at me! You are a witch!" he said wiping the smirk off Shamma's face just as Tamera arrived

Flashback Val POV "Fuck, just take off your panty and I made it quick!" I yelled to my new secretary. She had no idea why she was inside the restroom with me and why I am masturbating myself in front of her. This is me. I desire to get every woman I met just to hear their soft moans and to taste their wet cunt. "Do it now and I'll give you 200$ okay!" I told her and without any second thought, she quickly pulled her underwear down the floor.

The woman addressed as ‘Shamaine’ walked over, holding a young man's arm with a mocking expression on her face. Shyla furrowed her eyebrows. “Who is she, Cecile?” Cecile said softly, “She’s a senior at my school, and her name is Shamaine Hoffman.” Shamaine looked at Cecile with deep resentment and jealousy in her eyes. Kayson shielded Cecile behind him and said nonchalantly, “How can I help you?” Shamaine said in a mocking tone, “Which sugar daddy are you? You must be deceived by Cecile's feigned promiscuous appearance, right?”