Stranger In My Ass Novels & Stories

I need some time. Inaya: I'll think about it. Unknown: I'm happy. At least you're talking to me. Thank you. I don't know why but I'm feeling like he is a genuine person. Inaya: At least you can tell me your name to me. I have to save your number. Unknown: You can call me Mr Stranger. I knew it, he won't tell. Inaya: So, you can't even tell me your name. Why he can't even tell his name? Why? Will I ever find my answers?

Some stranger with a voice so deep and a touch that fried my brain like static on wet skin. I didn’t even bother to ask his name. Didn’t care. Just bodies colliding in the dark, hot and unhinged. The kind of contact that burned its way under the skin and whispered things no assassin should ever feel. How the hell did I do something so erotic, so mindless, with someone I didn’t even know? I hated it. And I loved it. And I hated that I loved it. The morning after, I woke up in some sleek, unfamiliar room.

He slapped my ass hard over and over, turning my pale skin bright red. “Push that ass back, you cheating bitch,” he barked. “Fuck yourself on my cock. Show me how desperate you are for a stranger’s dick.” I pushed back desperately, slamming my ass against him, taking every inch as deep as possible. My tits swung heavily beneath me. I was moaning like a whore, completely lost in the pleasure. “I’m going to cum again,” I sobbed. “Please don’t stop. I want to cum while your cock is destroying me.”

His scent was so masculine it intoxicates her whole being. "Darn!" Shean suddenly blushed alone when she felt the wetness of her undergarment. She had a wet feeling down there. That was new! Really. And it felt both great and hard. It feels good, but it hurts her loins. She even wanted to be so flustered when she could hardly see the figure of the stranger who finally came out of the coffee shop. A mixture of frustration and lust intensified inside her, and she could scarcely believe she had such a wild imagination while making fun of the man.

I’M GETTING FUCKED ON THE KITCHEN COUNTER BY A STRANGER WHEN MY BOSS WALKS IN AND CATCHES ME I’m bent over the kitchen counter in a stranger’s apartment, his thick cock driving into me hard from behind. My dress sits bunched around my waist, panties long gone. Liam’s fingers circle my clit with perfect pressure while I push back against him, chasing the release that has been building all night.

“What? Did I irritate anyone? I suppose you do more than just take it while lying on your back. The stranger said, “I want something extra. Ever give it the behind? Maria’s eyes were filled with terror as she regarded the stranger. She was aware that the madam would reprimand her or fire her if she didn’t comply with his demands. She had never taken him that way before, so the thought of doing so made her nervous. No, she said, “I haven’t.” As he pulled Maria back into the bed, the stranger added, “Excellent, there’s a first time for everything.” He said, “Get on all fours.” Mary took the position after climbing up onto the bed. She lowered her head and presented the stranger, who was now un

he whispered into my ear. In annoyance I threw his hand from my arm, and because of my sudden movement I almost fell again, but he swiftly managed to hug me so I wouldn't fall. Damn! This man must be looking for an opportunity to grope my body. "You deliberately want to grope my body!" I accused him while struggling in his arms. But he just tightened his grip on me and he didn't seem to let me go. What a strange man. I was really surprised by this sudden change in his demeanor. Could this guy have bipolar too? Oh no! Why did God give me such a terrible husband like him? No wonder he wants to marry me. If he didn't have all kinds of strange disorders, then he would have preferred to marry the

The officer says and my eyes bulge out. I’m Sterling’s soulmate? And a freaking assassin is here with the sole mission of killing my boyfriend? I try to sit up but almost fall on my face. I try again, this time leaning my weight on the car door. There is a cage-like bar that separates the backseats from the front. I look around in the car and it looks fairly new. There’s even plastic on the seats. “I don’t know you.” I say but my voice is small so I clear my throat. “I don’t know you, nor have I received any warning from you.”

It stopped ringing as I made to pick the call. “15 missed calls?” “Holy Molly!” I looked at my side, only to see the sleeping figure of a man, half-covered by the sheets, his back to me. He had a beautiful tattoo on the upper part of his left arm. I couldn't see his face. I tried to recollect what transpired between us, and the memories of last night came rushing back. The club, my friends, the drinks, the bar, the kiss, the hotel. Then the…. “Oh, shit!” I freaked out as I realized what I had done. I slept with a stranger, thinking it was Fred?

I didn't answer that because I had a hard time moving because it's crowded. I was surprised when he weakly shook my arm "Why?" I ask "Fix your skirt, you don't know someone is looking at you" That's when I noticed that my skirt wasn't in order, so I fix it. I looked at him and smile slightly Because he told me to fix my skirt. 'That's all