Trample Stories Novels & Stories

His rolled up sleeves reveal the thick veins in his forearms, and the scent of him, that woodsmoke and sharp musk, seems to drift across the rows of desks, clogging my lungs. "Most writers fail because they are afraid to feel," Professor Tyler begins, his eyes snapping back to mine for a split second before moving on. "They describe a scene like a blueprint. But a story is not a blueprint. It is an experience. If you want your reader to bleed, you have to describe the coldness of the blade. If you want them to burn, you have to make them feel the heat of the skin."

WARNING : This is a collection of short erotic stories. It is extremely explicit, raw and unfiltered. Not suitable for readers under 18. Step into a world where every shade of temptation comes alive. Where obsession feels like love, and ruin feels like pleasure. Every tale drags you into a secret desire, a toxic attraction. Where heroines love being ravaged, and still beg for more. Stepdads who claim what they desire while mom is away or sleeping. Dominant piano tutor who turns practice into breathless, handcuffed restraint, and a junior brother who blackmailed their sisters into a threesome.

Jasmine watched as Mrs. Hart’s car drove into the compound and parked in front of the mansion. The reporters were already trolling out of the compound one after the other. They met her by the gate. Mrs. Hart did not seem to come out of her car until all the reporters were gone from the compound. One of the reporters stopped to ask Jasmine a few question, but got attacked by Jasmine instead. Jasmine needed to pass out her frustration somewhere, and this reporter seemed to have asked just the right question to trigger Jasmine and make her go wild.

They were supposed to be our protection detail, yet they were nowhere to be found! I quickly forgot about our two absent bodyguards when I saw one of the rogue’s lunge towards Lilly who was standing closes to the shore of the stream. Ripping my mouth away from the rogue that I had been holding onto, and doing so, in a way which saw me tearing a large chunk of flesh out of his throat. I felt immense satisfaction at the fast-flowing stream of blood that was now running down his neck. I lunged at the wolf that was advancing on Lilly, body slamming him hard, and knocking him into a tree. The rogue got up and shook his head before turning towards us once more, growling low in his throat.

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This is the second season of Marco and Letta's story, titled "Trapped: I Can't Escape from the Billionaire." The first season can be read under the title "Trapped: Pregnant with a Billionaire's Child." These two stories are interrelated, and it is recommended to start by reading the first season first. Thank you.

“Then maybe that’s your answer.” Later that night, Ryan stood by his window. The streetlights blurred in the distance. His inbox pinged again a reply from L. Tansey, offering a call. He didn’t answer yet. Instead, he opened a blank page. And he typed: “A Story That Doesn’t Belong To You” by Ryan Calloway He stared at the title for a long moment. Then under it, he wrote: “This isn’t a story about revenge. It’s about reclaiming.” Two weeks later.

[BIG BUTT PLUG: A LESBIAN BDSM STORY - 3] This story deals with themes of hardcore BDSM and humiliation. Skip this story if you can't handle the heat. I gave the leash a sharp tug, my voice firm and commanding. "Go." Tory whimpered, her eyes wide as she scrambled on her hands and knees across the kitchen floor. I watched the sway of her hips, the wag of her tail plug with each crawl forward. She reached the table and paused, panting slightly.

"Forget about him. He'll be driving, and we'll be in the back doing our thing. If that's not exciting enough for you, I'll tell him to pull over so he can join in…" "What are you talking about?" I hissed, covering his mouth. Truckers—especially the long-haul guys—had a habit of talking dirty to pass the time, but I couldn't believe he was saying such things about me. I was mortified. Yet, despite the shame, the image Dylan planted in my mind began to take root. Two strong men, one in front, one behind… I pressed my hands against my burning cheeks, forcing the thoughts away, and hurried to finish packing.

"Big bro, Hayden isn't doing anything bad—" "But you shouldn't make friends with him! You know how restricted we are to getting along with people like them, like De Veras! They're our clan's enemies!" Venus kept her mouth shut instead of arguing and insisting on what she believed versus what this big bro of hers believed. "And don't forget what happened to our eldest brother Salvador when he once fell in love with a De Vera woman. What did he get at last from loving an enemy? Except for nothing, he just got his heart broken a big time!"