Stories Drawing の小説・ストーリー

With wide-eyed wonder, they traced the contours of a love story captured in faded photographs—the echoes of laughter, the shared glances, and the intricate dance of a past that seemed both distant and vivid. Amidst the flurry of preparations, we created a ritual—a nightly routine where we gathered on the living room floor, surrounded by a sea of open boxes. With crayons and paper in hand, we sketched our visions for the future, each drawing encapsulating the dreams and aspirations that defined us. Noah's sketches often featured towering skyscrapers and hidden treasures, while Olivia's delicate drawings depicted blooming gardens and intricate patterns.

“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.”

I began to hear whispers. “He doesn’t,” I heard another. “He’s only pitying the poor thing. A handsome person like him could never fall for someone as ugly as her.” Hurt by their words, I immediately walked from the cafeteria, fighting back tears. Ms. Sinclair, the visual art teacher, stopped me in the hallway. She wanted me to help her after school to organize some books.

Story Note: “Room for One More” is a standalone short from my erotic collectiona mix of intense, sensual, and sometimes forbidden stories that explore the raw edges of desire. Each story introduces new characters, new fantasies, and unapologetically explicit encounters. This particular tale features a taboo dynamic between step-siblings, told with heat, dominance, and no holding back. Reader discretion is advised. *************************************************

Max rep He didn't see any use of beauty without a brain. And also the way she dressed, was as if she's about to get eng She's a beauty, he wouldn't deny that, but he didn't like her character, not that he was supposed to any He was also glad that she doesn't seem interested in him as most females do when they came across him, which of course is a good th He wanted both of them to just go their separate His parents glanced at each other as they could hear their conversation. If Max has started hating Olivia, how can they build a relation

Ethan have to leave early tonight as he has to teach the other students. Ethan is a choreographer, because of his popularity and he’s really good at dancing, a lot of agencies called him just to get him. Aside from that, he’s known for being a good painter, he started to post his paintings on his social media when we started a new life. He painted me before and that painting became popular and a lot of people are supporting him after that. *** “I’m sorry, I really don’t know whom I should call. I’ll try to go home early, promise!” I gave Shia an assurance.

It'd take five to seven drawings to complete the entire story. I was working on the first drawing today. It was called "A Pleasant Encounter". To put it simply, the drawing showed an ordinary Tudor woman's fateful meeting with a talented young nobleman during a celebration in town. The two of them fell in love with each other at first sight. A beautiful love story would then unravel.

She couldn't bear him anymore and wanted him to out of her life. “I'll not leave him today” She murmured. ************* The next day Caroline insisted my father to get her oversized photo portrait so that she could get it installed in the hallway. This was one of her wishes. She knew this would take a lot of time and my father won't return anytime soon. My father agreed and went with the driver to get the portrait. Caroline didn’t miss a single second and called one of the maids of our house. “Stella! Stella!” She yelled.

Laura: I’ve always been good at pretending. At school, I’m the quiet girl who gets straight A’s and smiles politely when teachers praise me. At home, I’m Daddy’s little helper—setting the table, folding laundry, saying “yes, sir” when he asks me to do something. But inside my head? It’s a different story. Lately, the thoughts won’t leave me alone.

EMMA My body was still trembling, thighs slick with our mixed juices, when Sarah lifted herself off me. Her face glistened with my cum, lips swollen and shiny. I lay there on the couch, naked and panting, my perky tits heaving, my shaved pussy still pulsing and leaking from the intense orgasm she’d just given me. Jake stood beside us, his thick cock still half-hard, glistening with the last drops of his own release. The sight of his cum streaking across Mom’s ass and my thighs made my clit throb all over again.