Stories On Line Novels & Stories

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.

Three times. Then I opened my notebook. Added a new line.Kael — what is he hiding about the past?**What does it have to do with me?** I slept with the knife under my pillow. And dreamed of fire.

“I told you, I won’t force you.” “But we must, I mean we can’t fake the-” “We’ll mark each other. It'll be enough to sustain our story. I know how you feel about it, but the mark will fade away eventually. We'll renew it once in a while.” By the end of this talk, he was only in his underwear. A small whimper escaped my mouth causing me to slap a hand over it. His laugh filled the room. Despite the turmoil of emotions that were ravaging my mind, I couldn’t deny the fact that his body was nothing less than perfect.

I said to him, as Kiran laughed. “Are you fighting tonight?” he asked me. “Both of us are,” Kiran said, and I looked at him. I hadn’t expected that one. Kiran hadn’t participated in a fight since the day I told Adara about his secret daughter. “Return of the two K’s! Man, Imma make some money tonight!” he said excitedly, as we stood in line.

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. *************************************************

Since I'm with him, I'm sure I can enjoy this festival somehow too. We went from booth to booth, trying almost everything out. White looked like he was having fun, and I'd be lying if I said I wasn't. This is all new to me, and I guess it's not bad. I heard our school is going to have a festival later in the year too, so I'm kinda looking forward to that. While we were standing in line to buy crepes, my phone vibrated. I took it out of my pocket and saw a message from Al.

Tulani laughed and drew her close to him for a kiss. Luyando was standing in line at the ATM at the mall, browsing through her social media feed to kill time when she came across news of Tulani and Natasha’s engagement. “No. No. No.” She kept repeating whilst shaking her head. Everyone around had turned to look at her. “It’s a lie,” she said as she turned and started running towards her car. By the time she was settling behind the wheel, her phone had gone through to her father. “You lied to me!” She yelled at him before he could even say hello. “You lied to me!”

She brought both breasts back to my penis and wet them again, and brought them back to my mouth. The next moment, she straddled me again, and checked my bondage's for tightness. I could definitely not move my hands or my legs. "Do you know what I read recently?" "No, what?" "I read a story that you posted online. It was called 'I want you to feed me'." I stared blankly,I'd forgotten that she read my sex stories online, sometimes, especially this one. "Uhhh yes well..." "Do you remember writing the story, do you remember what it was about?" As she questioned me, she was humping her open pûssy over the head and shaft of my cock.

His face is even more puzzled. If you’re wondering how casual currently we are, even though we ended last night on an awkward note, well… I explained it. Usually, in stories, they just skip to the next day/ chapter as if nothing happened, but NO. IT’S NOT LIKE THAT AT ALL. How I wish it was. I have to thoroughly explain EVERYTHING. Even the finger-partner part. Good heavens, they don’t know about that! Why? IT’S BECAUSE THEY DON’T DO IT! I can’t believe it. They go straight to the point; no foreplay! What a sad world this is…

"Marcus, please remove these people. They are trespassing on my property and harassing the staff." "Lily, you can't—" Monica’s father began. "I can and I am. Get out." She watched as they were ushered out, shouting insults that she no longer felt. She felt... nothing. Just a cold, hard clarity. Sophia walked up to her a moment later, holding two cups of coffee. "That was... intense. You okay?" "No," Lily said, grabbing her bag. "I’m not. Sophia, we have that potential funder in Los Angeles for the Guadalupe Project, right? The one who wanted an in-person pitch?"