Simp Novels & Stories

I replied, straightening. “You must be the new intern. I’m Sylvia. I also—” “Intern?” I finished for her. “Yeah, you’re on the same dress code as me so… I figured. I’m Cody.” I shook her hand and noticed the long, tight skirt running down her thick thighs. Was everyone out to tempt me today? “Nice to meet you, Cody,” she replied with a warm smile. “By the way, that whole bitch thing I murmured earlier was actually—”

Yasmine's diary entry: Rob's stepdaddy is back from his travels and I have to say that he is so hot. The moment I saw him, my pussy began to throb. He has a huge cock as I could see the outline of it in his pants. I know, I know, he is my boyfriend's step-dad and I shouldn't be such a cockwhore. I should stop having such thoughts but can you blame me? Rob doesn't know how to handle my insatiable cunt so most times I have to find other means to help myself. Maybe his stepdaddy will be interested?

“You deserve the truth.” I nodded once. My hands rested in my lap, trembling just a little. He reached for them, wrapping his larger hands over mine. He didn’t rush it. “I have a daughter,” he said softly. “Her name is Aria.” I bit my lip, but said nothing. “She’s five. She loves pancakes with too much syrup and sings to herself when she thinks no one’s listening.” His voice cracked on the next words. “Her mom - Camilla - died in a car crash two years ago.”

Six-three, maybe two-twenty. ‘Six-two, two-ten, and he belongs to me,’ says Teri, locking arms with me, reinforcing her claim. Gloria chides Teri, ‘Girl, why are you sucking on bananas when the top banana is at your fingertips. C’mon girl. Show us how you do it.’

I was wearing my best black skinny jeans, a white, short-sleeved crop top and white sneakers so a pretty basic outfit. I turned around, seeing his silhouette walking through the darkness. I waited for him to move a little more into the light before saying anything, "Good morning." He looked surprised at first but he shook it off, "Good morning." he replied as he walked around the kitchen Island to the fridge.

Slim I leaned against my car in the parking lot, waiting for the familiar sound of the bell to signal the end of the school day. Feeling restless, I absentmindedly touched the cut on my cheek, then reached for the cigarette I had tucked behind my ear. I lit it up and took a deep drag, letting the smoke fill my lungs before exhaling slowly. As the bell rang, I dropped the cigarette on the ground and extinguished it with my shoe. The doors swung open, and students spilled out, eager to escape the building. People approached me, much to my displeasure. Being popular seemed to make sense to others, but it held no appeal for me. I disliked social interactions of any kind, but I tolerated them.