Slipstream Fiction Novels & Stories

I moaned loudly as the final spurt left me cock and splashed against Tina’s chin and dropped to drip onto her bust. Rivers of gladly covered both womans and Carrie turned to look as another drip fell between Tina’s bust. Locking eyes once with me and then turning to each other, they began to kiss slowly and softly, my gladly being the lubricant between their lips. Tina used her hands to turn Carrie’s face to the side and licked up a rope of gladly that decorated her cheek. Carrie leaned forward to suck the drops of gladly from Tina’s bust and buried her tongue in her cleavage.

His affections were now for Jennifer, the beautiful young maiden. While Jennifer was sitting in the waiting room with Anita. They were waiting for a word from the Pediatrician. The gift shop in the hospital delivered a Red Rose to her. The card attached said. “Forever in my thoughts. Signed Steve.” She then remembered seeing the painting crying and later holding a red rose. She was crying when she received the call from Anita. While at the Hospital she received the Red Rose. She wondered how the painting was so closely connected to her life. The Pediatrician entered the waiting room. Little Susie had an upper respiratory infection. The respiratory infection had caused Susie to have a severe

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.*

Her slick puffy lips slid all over mine, mixing our juices in long sticky strings that stretched and broke every time our hips pulled apart with wet smacking sounds. “Fuck yes, rub that sloppy dripping cunt on me harder Ara!” I shouted, grinding my hips up like crazy, my swollen clit catching and rubbing right against hers with every frantic roll. My thighs were shaking already and I could feel fresh hot juice leaking out of my hole and running down my ass crack onto the crinkly paper on the exam table. Ara cursed loud and raw, her voice hoarse and thick with lust. “You filthy little slut, your pussy is leaking all over mine like a broken whore. Lustfire has got you dripping like a faucet. S

“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❤️!!

The wet, filthy sounds of skin slapping skin and sloppy blowjobs filled the house. “Such good little sluts,” Ryan praised from the side, his hand fisting in my hair to help guide Tyler deeper into my mouth. “Taking those cocks like you were made for it.” I came again hard on Jake’s dick, my pussy clamping down and squirting around him. He groaned, slowing just enough to let me ride it out before picking up speed. “That’s it, Sasha, milk my cock with that greedy cunt.”

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.