Soft Swap Stories の小説・ストーリー

“I can just send the pictures directly to your DM.” I yanked his phone from him for the second time today. “Posted,” I said to him. “Naughty girl." he bopped my nose with his fingers. “Well, you can't do without this naughty girl.” I laughed. “I am very happy that we are back together as friends.” “I am happy too. Let us gist. I am bored." “Gossiper!” “It is not gossip. it is gisting. They are two different things.” I hissed. He laughed. God! He looks very handsome when he laughs. I took a moment to register how he looks when laughing in my mind.

We could hear my best friend Jake laughing at the TV in the living room, completely unaware that his girl was cheating on him just twenty feet away. “I can’t stop thinking about you,” Sophia whispered, biting her lip. She was wearing one of Jake’s oversized t-shirts with nothing underneath. “Every time he fucks me, I imagine it’s you.” My cock twitched in her soft hand. “You’re playing a dangerous game, Soph.” “I know,” she breathed, dropping to her knees right there on the carpet. “But I don’t care anymore.” She pulled my shorts down and took my thick cock into her warm mouth without hesitation. I groaned quietly, gripping her hair as she sucked me deep, swirling her tongue around the head

she whispered softly, her voice trembling slightly but filled with honesty. The vulnerability in her words matched the raw emotion in her eyes, her admission hanging between them like an unspoken vow. It was a confession that transcended the physicality of their connection, reaching into the depths of her heart. She wasn’t merely asking for the physical pleasure he was so eager to give her—she was asking for him, all of him, just as he was, and as she had always dreamed of having him.

Again, we are not werewolves but still there is that sort of magical spark that they talk of when a mate touches you. I rolled my eyes and looked at his hand on my tummy. "Ohh, sorry about that. I was just trying to comfort your tummy." He tried to look apologetic but his smirk gave him away. In a little while, he drove up to a gas station.. "Go grab something please while I get some fuel on this car." "What do you like?" "I don't like sweets. Just maybe a ham and bacon croissant and dark coffee." "Ok." I loosened the belt and opened the door.

“Tell me if it’s too much.” Then I lowered my mouth to her. I licked her slowly. One long, flat stroke from bottom to top. She cried out softly. Her hips jerked. I did it again. Then again. Her taste flooded my mouth. Sweet. Wet. Addictive. I swirled my tongue around her clit. Gentle circles. Then firmer. She moaned louder. Her hands gripped the sheets. I slipped one finger inside her. She was tight. Wet. Ready. I curled it slowly. She gasped. I added a second finger. Thrust gently while my tongue kept working her clit. Her moans turned into soft cries. Her thighs trembled around my head.

“I’m not saying I like it. I’m saying it’s smart. She attacked first.” Jude’s expression darkened. “She’s setting the narrative.” Samson nodded. “Exactly.” Godfrey tapped a few buttons on his laptop before spinning it around. Several articles had already appeared online. “Heiress Opens Up About Painful Divorce.’” “’Concerned Ex-Wife Speaks About Husband’s Mental Health.’” “’Inside Jude Martinez’s Obsession.’” “Was Billionaire Martinez Cheating On His Wife?” The room collectively looked disgruntled. “That was fast.” Godfrey muttered.

Trigger warning: Stage Rape content. Please, if you're too sensitive to noncon-con, or it's not your fetish, I'd suggest you jump to the next story. This is brutally unapologetic. Much love from my end 💖 Theme: Rape fetish, magic, freeze and fuck, bestie fantasy, multiple orgasm, masturbation... AMAYA.

My nipples are hard against the cool padding, my waist arch and my ass in the air. He spreads me open with his hands and just stares for a second without moving. “Tell me you want it raw,” he says, rubbing and slapping the head up and down my clit. “I want it raw,” I whisper back. “I want to feel you come inside me while he’s right there.” He slides in slow at first; just the tip. “Oh fuck yesss.” He slams all the way in one thrust. Shit. I have to bury my face in my arm to keep from crying out.

My AirPods were blasting dark, sensual music as I read one of my dirtiest books. I couldn’t stay quiet. “Fuck…” I moaned loudly, back arching off the bed. “Oh my god, yes…” Two of my fingers slid inside me as I kept rubbing my swollen clit with my other hand. “Mmm… please… fuck me harder,” I whimpered reading out what the female lead said in the book, eyes fluttering shut. My hips were grinding against my hand desperately. “Yes… just like that… I’m such a dirty little slut…”