Spicy Fiction Novels & Stories

But I saw the hunger there—the same hunger that had been building between all three of us since I came home for the summer. “God, it’s so fucking hot tonight,” Sarah sighed, fanning herself as she carried the third bottle of wine into the living room. Her robe slipped open another inch, revealing the soft underside of one heavy tit and the hard peak of her nipple. She poured more into my glass first, then Jake’s, then hers. “You two look like you’re overheating too. Especially you, Jake. Those shorts seem… tight.” I giggled, the wine making me brave. “Mom, your robe is basically falling off. Not that I’m complaining.” My voice came out huskier than I meant, but the way her eyes darkened when

freshly engraved into my flesh, and then, the world explodes. The pain that tears through me no longer has anything in common with the methodical pricks of the needle; it’s a detonation, a fire that suddenly ignites every nerve in my hip to climb back up along my spine like a flow of lava, an agony so white, so total, so blinding that it shatters in an instant all the dikes I had erected, and I hear a scream tear through my vocal cords, an animalistic, primal sound that I didn’t know myself capable of producing, a howl that springs from the depths of my belly to shatter against the walls of this bedroom that has suddenly become a torture chamber, and I collapse forward, my forehead almost hi

It’s like a stare competition across the dinner table, and somehow Mia never seems to notice. Everyone was back home, and the throbbing began. Chloe can’t shake her spicy morning with Damien from her mind. Every replay came with a sharp electric surge throughout her body, and every surge caused a drip from her throbbing folds into her panties. Damien has noticed a few unusual movements from Chloe, and it’s not like Chloe has been his best fuck, but something is exciting about the forbidden nature of their relationship.

Darcy fluttered into Felix's arms like a butterfly, completely changing from the vicious woman who had just tormented me. She spoke in a sweet, almost childlike voice, “Babe, where have you been? If I hadn’t come, I wouldn’t have known someone snuck in here trying to seduce you!

In and out. I shivered my body tensing and tightening, already feeling the intense orgasm coming for we like a deep, dangerous wave. My hips buckled in rhythm with my fingers. My tight pussy clamped down on my fingers hungrily, squeezing, and spasming over and over. My eyes closed completely as i dared to imagine that my fingers were the hard penis of father Gabriel. "Oh god!! Oh god, oh yes, oh god yes!" Another bolt of electricity went straight through me, right to my overcharged core. My brain, my spine, my waist... I felt it everywhere all the way down to my swollen, clenching pussy.

To pay off my student loans, I started doing spicy streams online. I never thought I'd actually blow up. Every night, my audience floods the chat, fawning over my face and my body. I love the attention, and I work hard to give them what they want. Until I was dropped into a horror game. The first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was a rotting corpse. And for some reason, my livestream was still running. When the game’s Boss told us all to pick a weapon to die by.

"Get your heads in the game! If I see one more lazy pass, you can all spend the rest of the week running laps until you puke!" Sloane’s voice echoed through the Chicago Storm locker room like a gunshot. She paced the length of the tiled floor, her footsteps heavy and uneven. Every time she shifted her weight, she felt a sharp, lingering ache between her thighs. The memory of the concrete floor and Tatum’s rough fingers flashed through her mind, making her core tighten. She was still sore, her pussy feeling swollen and sensitive from the intensity of their encounter in the tunnel. The physical reminder of Tatum’s dominance was driving her into a frenzy of irritation.