Sonadow Stories Novels & Stories

-Well, come in with the key I have, I am the cleaning lady and I am here for whatever you need, ma'am, I am sent by the wife of the lawyer, young Ruben's father. -Well, start by putting everything in its place, everything I brought. So did the lady, then Lidia went to where the pool was, she took everything off, being totally naked, then, just as she was totally naked, she submerged in the water, when she came to the surface, she went to the shore, got out and said: "One more dream comes true for me: -One more dream come true, how much I dreamed this scene, to swim totally naked in a pool, and how good it feels.

The above sentences are the thoughts of the author about what he thinks, but it is my duty to tell all the things he has in his mind. The space science and the beginning of the human era, why I always talk about the past, why I'm interested in the dead stories, why I tell a tale of another time, why I don't like the present and, also why I'm not narrating about those dumbasses who were about to close the mysterious case of random killing by an unidentified criminal (creature)? You might have so many questions and confusions about the fact that I puzzle a simple story in what we call a Riddle…? But you can still believe in me that I'll give you a gift tomorrow.

Sloane groaned, though she arched her back, pressing her ass against Tatum’s thighs. Tatum chuckled, a dark, triumphant sound. She reached under the hem of her dress, revealing a discreet, powerful vibrating toy she had strapped to herself. Without warning, Tatum shifted her position, lifting Sloane’s dress and guiding the toy directly against Sloane’s drenched slit. Sloane let out a strangled cry, her hands gripping the edges of the sink so hard her knuckles turned white. Tatum didn't stop there. She pushed the toy deeper, using it to fuck Sloane from behind with a relentless, buzzing rhythm.

WARNING : This is a collection of short erotic stories. It is extremely explicit, raw and unfiltered. Not suitable for readers under 18. Step into a world where every shade of temptation comes alive. Where obsession feels like love, and ruin feels like pleasure. Every tale drags you into a secret desire, a toxic attraction. Where heroines love being ravaged, and still beg for more. Stepdads who claim what they desire while mom is away or sleeping. Dominant piano tutor who turns practice into breathless, handcuffed restraint, and a junior brother who blackmailed their sisters into a threesome.

Her hands slid down my chest, coming to rest over my lower belly, her warm body pressing flush against mine. I reached up, grabbing her smooth wrists firmly and pulling her hands away from my body to create a few inches of space between us. "Hold on a second, Annabelle," I said, my voice smooth, calm, and completely unreadable as I stared down into her eyes. She tilted her head, her brow furrowing slightly in confusion. "What is it? Is something wrong?" "Nothing is wrong," I replied softly, a dark edge slipping into my tone. "Before we get started tonight, I have a surprise for you."

WARNING! THIS IS A NON-CONSENSUAL STORY. PLEASE BE WARNED. IF YOU CAN'T HANDLE IT AVOID THIS PARTICULAR STORY. As I mentioned, I write based on the prompts readers give if it's not too extreme. This doesn't mean the author supports this in real life. Note: There are limits I won't cross when writing these collections, so when you request a certain story, don't cross a certain line. I won't write it. CHAPTER 1 The bar smelled like spilt beer and old cigarettes. A few people were scattered around the tables. It was late August, and most of the town was at the county fair.

My head jerked back, my palms folded in a way that signaled I really wasn't going to budge or maybe get wet. I laid right there as his tongue started to lick me through. I enjoyed every fucking bit of it as he kept tongue-fucking my boobs. "Oh... that's so good," I budged. While my once-folded palms were wrapped around his head, he kept sucking my tits like his life depended on it. I started to moan really loud—loud to the extent I had to ask. "I hope I'm not too loud, Adam." He nodded his head. "The room, it's soundproof."

Chapter 4 Luna’s POV “Kai no way you cannot be serious right now,” I whispered, my voice cracking as I sat there naked on the couch with my legs still spread and my pussy throbbing from all the edging. My juices had dripped everywhere onto the cushion and the coffee table. The main stream chat was exploding with tips that kept pinging nonstop and the OnlyFans side was even crazier with people throwing hundreds just to see what would happen next. He stood there right in front of me stroking the bulge in his jeans with one hand while he held the phone camera steady with the other.

“Thinking about fucking your sister nun on this holy table?” “Yes, Father,” Hannah moaned. “I’ve been wet since breakfast." He pushed into her in one slow thrust, and Hannah gasped loud, her pussy stretching around him. At the same time, she leaned over Rebecca and lined up the strap-on. The thick head pressed against Rebecca’s tight little hole. “Tell me you want it,” Hannah whispered to her. “I want it,” Rebecca breathed. “Fuck me, Hannah. Please."

John squeaked, “My… prick… is so small—” “Tiny. Use tiny” Anna waved her hand in the air tiredly. “My prick is so tiny, no condom ever fits it” John said, “Even when I'm erect, it's never enough to hold a condom. My ex used to suck it like it were an actual baby pacifier” “My prick is so minute, my girlfriend strokes me with three fingers only. She said she's still with me out of pity” Connor admitted shyly and some of the other guys chuckled.