Spicy Stories Novels & Stories

By the time she reached us, she was gasping for air. "Miss. Kaverina! Miss. Kononovich! You can't go in that place!" We stared back at her. "Why?" "It's not good for young women like yourselves! Too many men. You'll get harassed or even spiked!" I swallowed hard. "Ms. Celie, you're not scaring us, are you? This place looks pretty nice and well-organized." The meat fork made a dangerous arc in front of us. "You can't relax in there! It's full of potheads packed like sardines!"

Zac said in a funny way but it seemed like Caroline didn’t enjoy the joke at all. Caroline glared at Zac with hatred. “Please don’t mind him” I said to end the awkwardness. She ignored me and moved forward towards the kitchen. “Well. Here is the spot where I usually find my daughters spoiling the food most of the times” my father giggled to make the environment funny. “Come on. Not all the times dad.” Anna laughed. The kitchen was an open galley style with top quality appliances, storage galore, all the cooking utensils you would find at home, and fabulous views.

"Sorry, Honey. I shouldn't have lied to you. Actually, the plants in the bag in my room weren't Love Vines. Those are Soul-Binding Vines that a curse caster uses." When a person was cursed with it, they would develop a strong infatuation with the caster. That was why so many of the male employees at the company were obsessed with Tracy and Tracie!

“Says the Alpha who gave his Luna oral sex in dream land.” “That would actually a very interesting story plot.” “Exactly why we should be doing more adventurous things while fucking…to spice up our lives and make good story plots.” “Hmm.” “Yeah, you mentioned one time that Everlery likes writing…she can write erotica stories with what we do and who knows? We might be the inspiration to a bestseller book.”

Her mouth parted without permission. “I noticed you have plenty of other books and sketch magazines like this. So I decided to get these” he said calmly, like he hadn’t just dropped a bomb on her fragile emotions. She lifted one of the books carefully, almost like it might disappear if she wasn’t gentle enough. “These novels haven’t been released in the market yet” she said softly. “And these are my favorite magazines” she said, referring to the long magazines. She loved reading when she wasn’t sketching. She loved getting lost in stories. She had been counting down the months for these exact books to be available. She had talked about them without even realizing how often.

"You'll be here." "Doing what?" "For now, observing. Sorting this mail. I want you to read every letter, summarize it in one line." I place a hand on the back of the armchair, pulling it toward me. A simple gesture. But if anyone had been there to see it, they would have stopped breathing. I never touch others' furniture. I never adjust a chair for anyone. "This isn't a library. The stories here are real. The consequences, tangible. You want to understand the world that crushed you? Start here."

Gabriella “I want to stretch you out until you can’t close your legs, Gabriella. I want to watch my brothers fill your mouth and your ass while I bury myself so deep in your pussy you forget your own name. We’re going to paint you in our cum, record every desperate sob you make for us, and then we’re going to make Derek watch his ‘perfect, repressed wife’ transform into our personal, filthy little pet. You’re going to be so used, so thoroughly ruined by the three of us, that you’ll never even remember what his pathetic touch felt like.”

Spit ran from the corners of my mouth onto the wood. “Condition notes for the binding,” he said next, still thrusting in slow, relentless rhythm. “Speak.” I tried to obey between the wet sounds of him fucking my throat. My voice broke on the words. He only pushed deeper, one hand steadying the back of my head, the other braced on the table beside my face. The rare botanical plates stared up at me while I was used like a quiet, obedient sleeve for his cock. When a louder moan escaped me helplessly, wet, he pulled free. A thin string of spit connected my lower lip to the head of his cock. My chest was heaving. My eyes were glassy.

MIA Running with Alex always gets me going. Three years dating, sharing an apartment in Silver Lake, and we're still stupid for each other—but we never pretended we could be satisfied with just us. We're both mid-twenties, both bi, both get off on the thrill of extra bodies. We bring people home when the spark hits, fuck them together, swap stories if it's separate. Threesomes are the best—another hard cock sliding in while Alex watches me moan, or him getting filled while I grind on his face. It's messy, loud, perfect. No guilt, just heat.

She laughed and thought to herself "my weakness is teachers". -Well, I already told you my whole life story. Of course, when she told her life story she didn't include Gabriel. -Well look my life is not that interesting it is very common I have a family that does not live here my family is European I came to visit this country and I stayed here my family is a very traditionalist family they come from time to time to see me and I also go there from time to time I have two more brothers they live with my parents and I am a professor at several universities, so as you see my life is not very interesting.