Slipstream Fiction Novels & Stories

His free hand skimmed down your side, over the dip of your waist to the flare of your hip. *I stroked Alec's impressive length with clumsy eagerness, marveling at the silky steel of him, the way he throbbed and leaked in my grip. The musky scent of his arousal filled my nose, making my head spin with desire. I pumped him root to tip, smearing the pearls of precum beading at his slit, using them as lubricant.*

“You drip like the River Jordan. Tonight, I anoint you. You don’t cum until the Lion says.” The cool night air teased her overheated skin while his scorching mouth devoured her. The thunder of the falls roared like Nyabinghi drums in the distance. Selamawit cried out, head falling back as spiritual and carnal pleasure merged. But he edged her mercilessly. Every time she neared the edge, he pulled back, leaving her whimpering and clenching around nothing. Her juices ran freely down her thighs and into the glowing pool. By the fourth edge she was sobbing, tears mixing with sweat on her glowing skin.

THE END🥳❤️ THE END OF BURNING PASSION 🥳❤️ Thank you for reading and supporting this novel, if you enjoyed this erotic collection then it’s a must to read my second book “SINFUL DESIRES”, it can be found on any book platform and unlike this book, Sinful Desires are short short stories , so just sit back and enjoy a short blissful erotic stories THANK YOU AGAIN❤️!!

she whispered, rubbing two fingers along my slick folds. She lifted me onto the desk and climbed up after me, shedding her blouse and skirt. Her full breasts spilled free, nipples hard. She spread my legs wide and pressed her own dripping pussy directly against mine. The first hot, wet slide of her cunt against my clit made us both moan loudly. Kimberly started grinding—slow, deep rolls of her hips that rubbed our swollen clits together perfectly. Our juices mixed, making everything slippery and obscene. “Fuck, Nadine… your pussy feels so good against mine,” she groaned, leaning down to kiss me as she humped me harder. Her heavy tits pressed against mine, nipples rubbing together with every

She pulled out a check from her bag and held it out to me. I did not take it and just looked at her with a dumbfounded expression. Excuse me? "Just ten thousand? I thought a rich girl like you would offer a million to make me leave." Leah snapped, "You've been reading too many novels! You're insane!" She turned to leave but lost her balance and slipped. Blood began to pool under her, and at that moment, my mind went blank.

​The Andromeda Slipstream didn't just carry the Unified Fleet across the parsecs; it acted as a sensory deprivation tank. Inside the Respiration’s living hull, the "Song of the Still-World"—the new verse gifted by the liberated Silent-Caste—vibrated like a cold, silver needle. It was a frequency of Persistence, a low-end hum that felt like the groaning of tectonic plates.

Krystal's P.O.V. My first shift was slightly painful, but not as much as it would have been if I were human. Leila is beautiful. She's almost entirely white with just a few gray spots on her. Once I felt comfortable shifting, we left to see Phillip. I wanted to see him alone first. He acted exactly like I expected. I knew even when he was crying and covered in shit, he couldn't control his mouth. Now, as I stare at him backing away from Leila and Hunter, I can't help laughing. One thing he always used to call me was pathetic. Well, who's pathetic now? Again, for the record, I don't condone violence, but this is well deserved.

Reality was worse than anything he'd imagined. … The sharp smell of antiseptic filled my lungs. I lay in bed, drifting in and out of awareness. "The patient has suffered a slight concussion and requires a 24-hour observation," said the doctor, but his voice sounded far away. I closed my eyes, my mind replaying that brutal night. I remembered the burglar's twisted face, the speeding car, and the deafening explosion. When I woke up again, the TV was talking about that incident. "A traffic accident involving a tanker truck and a private vehicle occurred on Goodrich Avenue last night. The collision triggered an explosion. A charred body was recovered from the car. Police believe the victim to be

Easy access. The whole Uber ride to the coffee shop, I kept my thighs pressed together, acutely aware of how wet I was, how exposed I felt. Every bump in the road made the friction unbearable. I wanted to slide my hand between my legs and finish what I'd started last night, but I didn't. He'd told me not to come. So I wouldn't. Good little slut. Following Daddy's orders. I arrived at Brew Haven ten minutes early and ordered a latte I didn't want, just to have something to do with my hands. The coffee shop was busy—businesspeople on laptops, students studying, couples on dates. Normal people doing normal things.

This was their sanctum of desire, the one place where phone calls, interruptions, and life’s turbulence couldn’t bother them. Even at dawn, the desert heat was intense. Stephanie, Stevie to her friends, arched back and let the rushing wind blast against her flesh. Overcome with the fever of her anticipation she pulled her skirt up, leaned back, and let the dry wind search out the moistness within her.