Stories X Novels & Stories

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.

The next day at work felt like absolute torture. I was the manager of Velvet Desires, an upscale adult store located in a quiet corner of the city. We sold high-end toys, luxurious lingerie, premium lubes, and everything a woman could possibly want to explore her deepest fantasies. Normally I loved my job. I helped shy customers find their first vibrator, recommended the perfect bullet for discreet public play, and smiled through awkward conversations with complete confidence. Today, however, I could barely concentrate on anything.

*l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l * We are moving towards the end of the story. Are you excited about the next story?

ʍʏ ɖaɖ ċʟaքs "աɦat a stօʀʏ, ʏօʊ ɢʊʏs ɖօռ't ɛʋɛռ tɦɨռҡ օʄ ɖʀaɢɢʝռɢ ʍʏ ɖaʊɢɦtɛʀ ɨռtօ ʏօʊʀ ռօռsɛռsɛ" "ɨts ռօt a stօʀʏ,ɨts tʀʊɛ, ʏօʊ aռɖ tɦɛ ʍօtɦɛʀ aʀɛ ɮօtɦ ʀօʏaʟ ɮʟօօɖ, ɨt օ� �ʟʏ ʍaҡɛs sɛռsɛ"

"We'll accept your challenge. Who starts?" One of the arts and entertainment students, a girl with dark hair and piercing green eyes, stood up. "We will," she said, her voice smooth and confident. "Now, gather round, children. This is a story about love, betrayal, and revenge. It's a story of two kingdoms, separated by the sea, and the prince and princess who dared to defy their families for the sake of their love…” The arts and entertainment student's tale was captivating, weaving a story of love, intrigue, and betrayal with a flair for the dramatic. As she finished, her peers erupted into applause and cheers, impressed with her storytelling skills.

I understand. "The one you wrote is called Love Story. Why did I say that it's a love story? It's because it didn't have any happy ending. Love Story is a Subgenre of Romance. It's a kind of genre with a different story point and goal to achieve something love is at stake, then it has a cruel ending at the end. Love Story shows the couple's growth and challenges in their life, which complicating with affairs." He explains, and then he sits down while staring at me. I nod at him, and it's my loss.

She was on the verge of losing it. "No! Please, don't tell them! I'll talk, Matty! I'll tell you everything!" Hearing this, Matteo finally loosened his grip. "Start talking." Rebecca gasped for air, coughing violently as the rush of oxygen burned her throat. However, she didn't dare stop. She gasped sharply, her voice breaking. "Y-You can check my phone!" Frantically, she unlocked her phone and handed it over with shaking hands. "I didn't do anything! This is all a misunderstanding!"

Claire was crying out now, her mind hazy by the sheer intensity of the tribbing. "I'm... I'm cumming!" Claire shrieked, her voice cracking. "You don't cum until I say so!" Colette snapped, her own body beginning to vibrate with the onset of her orgasm. "Do you hear me?" Claire gasped, fighting the wave, clenching her muscles, crying out as she denied herself the release. Colette felt the pressure in her own body reach a boiling point. The air in the office was thick, heavy with the scent of sex and the heavy, humid heat of three women breaking every vow they had ever taken.

I whispered again. Kissing Tania’s cheek, I gently spoke into her ear. “Are you alright Tania?” She finally stirred, and then opened her eyes. “That was the best experience I’ve ever had, how did you learn to do that?” “Oh, it’s something I read about in an erotic story,” I lied. Putting her arms around my neck, she whispered, “Fuck me, fuck me hard.”

Why does she feel like a stranger when she stares at the busy street of Athens, she wants to be like one of them and without learning their language, she will never be one of them. Lucky her, Hussain did try to teach her but damn, the language was not as easy as she thought it will be. She could only get the basic things like please and thank you. "What are you thinking about my love?" Hussain asked kissing the crock of her neck. That was her weak point and he knew it but he decided to be using it against her.