Stories For Rainy Days

He dipped his head back between my thighs and placed his hand under my a*s, pulling my waist towards him. He began licking around the edges of my p**sy, closing in slowly to the center. He traced me with the very tip of his tongue until he could taste my nectar. He licked the entrance of the v*****l hole, sucking my juice like it was liquid sin, like he wanted to drown himself in it. Then he dragged his tongue back to my c**t stroking it. I didn’t move, I kept still, as if I did he might stop and I was scared of that. My chest just heaved, letting out the faintest of breaths. Another stroke of his tongue on my sweet spot, and a very quiet m**n bubbled out of my throat. He moved his tongue again, flicking with more pressure and I jolted like I had been electrocuted. I pushed my hips forward and completely enveloped his head between my thighs, my knees bending until my legs were locked behind his head, burying his head deeper into my wet p***y. My body tightened, not like I was about to c*m, but like he was easing all the pressure he had built up. Are you looking for the best e****ca stories? The perfect e**tica content that would keep you on edge wanting more? Search no more, you’ve found the perfect one. Turn the pages and read, if you dare! This is a compilation of extremely erotica content ranging from forbidden s*x between step family members, student and teacher, between best friends, gays and lesbians and so much more! Note: Do not read if you’re below 18 Extremely erotica content!

He cupped her breast through the thin fabric of her top, his thumb circling her already hard nipple. “These are begging for my mouth.” He tugged the neckline of her tank top down until her bréasts spilled free, the cool air making her nipplés pebble even tighter. Liam bent his head, his hot mouth closing around one swollen peak, sucking hard enough to make her arch off the bed with a strangled cry. His teeth scraped lightly, then his tongue soothed the sting, each flick sending jolts of heat straight to her core. When the lights go out, the sins begin. Sinful Nights isn’t one story it’s many. A collection of erotic tales where men command, women surrender, and pleasure is the only law.If you are looking for dirty mature filthy stories, you are in the right place. From breathless foreplay to raw, dirty release, these nights are anything but innocent. Slip under the sheets and let the sins consume you.

BLURB "You drive me insane, Carla!" He growled, hoisting me on the desk. His lips brushed my jaw and my breath quickened when he slipped his fingers underneath my red dress. "Fuck, you are not wearing panties," He groaned, gripping my thighs possessively. I was filled with an unnerving amount of neediness and I had my fingers working on his belt in no time. "God, just fuck me already." I moaned, peering at him beneath my lashes. He muttered profanities under his breath, lifted me a little, and plunged into me swiftly. "Fuck!" I moaned, wrapping my legs around him to get more of what he was offering as he pounded into me, burying his head into my neck. "Mine!" He growled into my neck. ༆ Carla Jason and Dawson Walcott were the definitions of opposite attracts. Where Carla was naive—prim, innocent, and not ladylike, Dawson was the typical ruthless fuck-boy, who chased after anything in a skirt, especially the sexy ones. All his life, he had always hoped to meet his mate at his coronation ceremony of being the next Alpha of the Red Moon Pack, which was coming up in a few days but fate had other plans in store. Carla had walked in on him fucking another omega and she wasn't just a random omega to him. She was the omega he had always been in love with. Worse, she turned out to be his mate. Dawson knew how difficult it would be to make her his, given his history and what she had found out about him on the day he realized she was his mate. The complications weren't about to stop Dawson from claiming what was his before her twentieth birthday but was Carla going to allow herself to be vulnerable with a playboy?

“You are not a prisoner, but you are my wife. You are officially a Davenport for the next six months, so act like one!” He warned me. “Fuck you.” I spat at him. “If you want my dick, all you have to do is strip and bend over the table. I might consider you and fuck you.” ………………….. THIS IS A SPICY AND DARK MAFIA ROMANCE BOOK. KILLIAN DAVENPORT IS UNHINGED!! R18. 185 days. That’s how long Aspen Vale must survive as the wife of Killian Davenport. The ruthless mafia lord who bought her freedom, only to cage her in his world of power, secrets, and sin. She was sold to him like property. Her father signed her life away for money, and Killian accepted not out of love, but obsession. She looks like the woman he once lost. And now he refuses to let her go. In Killian’s mansion, there are rules, cruel and unyielding rules. No lies. No defiance. No pregnancy. He doesn’t want a wife. He wants a ghost to worship, a memory to control. But Aspen isn’t made to be broken. The more he tries to destroy her, the more she burns beneath his touch. She tells herself she’ll endure him for 185 days—then escape. But monsters like Killian don’t set their prey free. And the most dangerous part of all? She’s no longer sure she wants him to.

Beautiful young Roxanne gets caught up in a mysterious deadly experiment of survival created by a multi billion dollar company known as International body of evolutionary divergence aka IBED. If she fails the entire world dies but if she survived the world escapes a deadly world war III... "She was met with two terrible things, the choking smell of rotten corpses and a room full of dead bodies hanging from ropes attached to the roof. Slowly she began to make her way passed the corpses one after the other"

"Alessandro's voice was low and husky, his words dripping with desire. 'You're mine now, Sophia. My pet. My toy." Sophia's heart raced as she tried to resist, but her body betrayed her. "N-no, please... I can't do this." Alessandro's laugh was menacing, his eyes gleaming with intense emotions. "You will do as I say, Sophia. You will submit to me, body and soul." Sophia's voice was barely a whisper, her fear and desire evident on her face. "Y-yes, sir..." Alessandro's smiled victoriously before claiming her lips in a kiss that left her breathless and wanting more. "You taste like heaven, Sophia. And soon, you'll be begging for more." Sophia's eyes flashed with defiance, but her body trembled with anticipation. Alessandro is a mafia lord with a hidden past and a thirst for control, while Sophia is a brave and determined woman who dares to confront him. When Sophia's father steals from Alessandro, she agrees to Alessandro’s offer of seducing him within 60 days to save her father’s life. But as she enters Alessandro's world of luxury and violence, she discovers that he is not just a mafia lord, but also someone who she least expected him to be.As Sophia becomes entangled in Alessandro's web of secrets and lies, she must navigate the treacherous world of organized crime and supernatural politics. But as their contract binds them closer together, they sincerely begin to crave each other's touch, and their passion becomes a force that could destroy them all.Will Sophia and Alessandro's love forced out of a forbidden contract survive the darkness that surrounds them, or will their contract expire, leaving them to face the consequences of their pleasure trade?

Three days after his first love Mandy's death, my husband locked me in a steel cage and sank me into the ocean. "You vicious woman," he spat. "Stay here and repent to Mandy!" He didn't know I carried his child. I thrust the pregnancy confirmation toward him, but he walked away without a backward glance. Yet when he later saw my corpse—bloated and decomposing in the seawater—he went insane.

"We will never come back here next summer. We won't." Kuya Dusk's voice sounded with finality. I heard my brothers sighed heavily. They both kissed me in my forehead, and the next thing I knew, my vision were blocked by darkness. I am to reckless for giving trust. I am a foolish when I gave love. It's all absurd, but I did all that. For him, for the man I thought of never gonna hurt me. I want to forget you. I hope I could wake up tomorrow with no worries, tomorrow that I will no longer remember you, Trevor. I wish I could forget how I gave my whole stupid heart to you.

Love lost, love chased, and love reborn—this collection of werewolf short stories weaves together tales of passion, heartbreak, and redemption. From powerful Alphas who regret letting their fated mates slip away to strong-willed heroines who rise above betrayal, each story explores the raw emotions of second chances and self-discovery. Some wolves fight to reclaim what they've lost, while others learn that true strength lies in walking away. As the moon guides them through pain and healing, they must decide: cling to the past or embrace the future? In "Fated Mates Torn by Hate", experience stories of chasing love, finding self-worth, and letting go of old wounds to step into the light of a new dawn.

When I faint due to my hemophobia after seeing blood on the training grounds, my mate, Alpha Yves Golding, is busy applying medicine to his assistant, Renee Lawson, who has only scraped her skin. After I wake up, the first thing I do is drag my weak and exhausted body to the Elders' Council to request something I never imagined I would ask for—to break my mate bond with Yves. Yves swiftly approves the request, then turns confidently to his Beta and says, "Come on, she's just throwing a tantrum. She's an orphan. Other than staying by my side, she has nowhere else to go. She can't possibly leave me for real. "Besides, aren't there three days left until the Council processes breaking a mate bond? When she comes back regretfully to beg me, I'll withdraw the application. As long as the process isn't finished, she's still mine." Then, Yves uploads a photo on Wolf Net. It features him and Renee standing shoulder-to-shoulder while showing off their muscles in the mirror. They are also gazing at each other with smiles on their faces. The caption reads, "Every bead of sweat deserves to be remembered." Everyone showers him with praise, teasing compliments, and blessings, and every single one stabs into my chest like a dagger. Still, I don't fall apart. I calmly pack my belongings and then pick up my encrypted phone. "Uncle Harrison, it's me. Please arrange a flight back to the Silvermoon pack for me as soon as possible." However, after my departure, Yves is the one who falls apart instead.