Stung Book Novels & Stories

Derek Stygian’s stripper's club was bathed in a deep red light. The kind that makes everything look darker than it really was. Shadows moved along the walls as slow music played through hidden speakers, the bass low and steady like a heartbeat. The air felt hot with sin, heavy with smokes of their cigarettes, filled with sweat of the male strippers and the tables were filled with expensive alcohol. Not everyone in the city was allowed into Stygian's secret cult. Only those who are ready to sell their soul for discretion are allowed in.

His cock was already wet as he continued to rub it against Allison pussy lips. Allison was already soaking wet. Thunder grabbed both of the lady's legs and spread them wide. He centered his large cock in the waiting hole of his friend's mother. He pushed halfly his cock hard in her pussy until it split half. Allison screamed at what Thunder did. "Ah, you're so big, fuck!" the lady groaned. "What’s big in me?" Thunder teased. "I d-don’t know…” Allison’s voice shook. Thunder thrust hard again. "Answer me, Allison. What’s huge in me?”

"It's okay. I'll manage." I gritted my teeth, enduring the pain in my calf. The girl blinked apologetically and pointed at the blisters forming on my skin. "I think you should do something about those burns, miss. Scars won't look good on a girl." Her voice was soft, and her hands were quick. Within minutes, the kitchen was spotless. "Thank you." I hadn't realized until just now how much I was hurting. If it weren't for the girl, I might have collapsed unnoticed.

Frightened, she tossed the covers off, letting her hand trace her panty, finding it impossible soaked. Author's note: I have very small readership on this book, so I very much hope good engagement from whatever readers I have. Please comment (just put a dot, that is more than enough if you have nothing to say) and vote. Since I don't earn money from this book, I thrive off of your comments for a good night's sleep. I may not reply to all, but I read every single comment and smile. (my mother thinks I have a boyfriend now) Thanks for sticking till STUCK 2, Love you so much.

I could only hope that she would have settled in again by tonight, because otherwise I would be allowed to sleep on the couch one night again - and it was really uncomfortable. Sighing, I leaned back and opened the completely tattered book again, which I actually already knew by heart. But I wanted to repeat as much as possible today so that I could get off to a good start tomorrow. I ran my finger over the familiar table of contents. Foreword, evolution, instinct, social life, physiology, reproduction, ancestry, stem groups and subspecies. How many times had I made this movement with my finger? I couldn't count it anymore, but it was like a little ritual I had to go through before I could s

She flipped it open, but every page was a haunting, pristine white. On the back cover, a small, jagged stone was embedded in the leather. Driven by a sudden, magnetic curiosity, she touched it. A sharp sting pierced her finger. A drop of blood hit the stone. The book erupted in a blinding, ethereal light. Startled, Stella jerked back, clutching the glowing book to her chest. The old ladder creaked and gave way. As she tumbled backward, she felt the heavy bookshelf begin to tip with her.

he explained. “Okay, great,” I replied, looking over the books. The romance was a bodice-ripper, I could tell by the cover. I reached for the mystery. Stumpy held it out of my reach. “Ah, ah, ah. You’ve got to pay the fee.” “Fee?” I echoed. “Give Stumpy a squeeze, and you can have the book,” Stumpy said. A squeeze? Cautiously, I opened my arms for a hug. Stumpy chuckled, reached out, and squeezed one of my breasts instead.

My vision grew hazy, and my body began to writhe almost on its own. I knew I shouldn't be like this, but my body was no longer under my control. And maybe in Mr. Palmer's eyes, the way I was behaving right now was no different from an outright invitation. Perhaps it was the sudden stimulation, but Mr. Palmer trembled slightly as well. He then looked down at me, his breathing growing noticeably ragged. "Ruby, are you feeling uncomfortable? Let me help you feel better, okay?"