Uncensored Novels & Stories

The kind of app people used when they didn't want messages traced. Unknown sender. This message will disappear after viewing. I shouldn't have opened it. But my fingers moved on their own. "Fuck yes—ride my cock just like that—" A woman's pornographic moan. The wet, obscene slap of flesh pounding against flesh. "God, your pussy is so fucking tight—so much better than that frigid bitch would ever be—" "She's probably never even touched herself—that repressed little virgin—I bet her cunt is dry as a desert—" "Forget her—fuck—I'm gonna cum so deep inside you—"

] Jack: [Reply quickly! The messages were heartbreaking, giving me no chance to breathe. Finally, he wrote: [Fine, don't reply if you don't want to!] He then tagged me in the group chat. Jack: [Stop partying, @Ariana. Remember to take your morning-after pill (Doge emoji)] Lina immediately followed with a message. Lina: [I've wasted all these years abroad. I'm not even as open-minded as Ariana (Laughing while covering mouth emoji)]

“See? You don’t really want to stop, do you? The silence between us crackled like static before a storm as my hand found his hardening cock. His hand came up to my face again, thumb brushing my lower lip. “You have no idea what you’re doing.. what you’re doing to me do you?.” “Maybe,” I whispered. “Or maybe I do.” I could feel his heart beating hard beneath my palm. The lights from outside painted his face in gold. Everything about him.. the control, the danger, and his restraint was unraveling, thread by thread. And then I slowly unbuckled his trouser.. just as I was about to give him the best handjob he had ever gotten… Knock. Knock. Knock The sound snapped me back to my senses.. I blinked

Attend every night for the next thirty days—no exceptions—and we’ll deposit $3,000 into an untraceable account each week. No quotas. No scripts. Just show up. Be available. Let the platform use you. Discretion is non-negotiable. Accept by returning tomorrow wearing only black lace beneath your coat. We’ll know. My cunt clenched just reading it. Paid. To come here. To fuck. To be fucked. I should have felt dirty. Used. Instead I felt powerful. Chosen. I folded the note, tucked it between my breasts, and walked out with cum still drying on my inner thighs.

Forbidden Fantasies

He released my throat and licked the wound to seal it. He pulled out slowly, and his seed dripped down my thighs. I should have felt shame, but I didn't. We had gone beyond that. He smiled with his lips stained red. His eyes were brighter now. "Can you go again, Mea anima?" I nodded. And that was all he needed. He fucked me until I couldn't feel my legs, and my throat hurt from all the screaming I did. Thankfully, he told me the office was soundproofed; otherwise, I would have been freaking embarrassed to meet anyone's eyes on the floor.

Aurora's POV I clutched onto the book I was holding tightly, so tight that I might rip it. There was no way I could give them the right answer to that question. How do I tell them that my uncle fucked me hard, fingered me, ate my pussy, and bathed me. There was no way I could say that. Is that what their anxiousness was all about? They thought my uncle gave me a massive punishment. That's very like him though.

(okay, now pullout, let me continue with my work) Johnson ➡(what!?) Wetin u say? (what did you say BigBam ➡Ah, ah, I say remove am now! I wan continue work. (I said remove your dick, so that I can continue withy work) Johnson ➡You're not okay! 😡

It was a message from my cousin Amiel. He sent me some screenshots of an article online. The article was written by an anonymous user but it was uploaded to different social media platforms. It was all about me. The first few paragraphs of the article were okay. It was just an introduction about me but then it says something about my previous relationship and my cancelled engagement with Xander. The caption says, 'THE FUTURE QUEEN WAS A RUNAWAY BRIDE.'

Wait, I think I'm going to throw up ughh. I was about to stand up and I looked at myself and I have no clothes on. Literally nothing, not even my shorts, completely naked! Well, I do have fine lines, not stretch marks I don't have those. I looked on the other side to find my clothes and it was there.... right on top of someone. That someone is right beside me and it's a GUY! His back was facing me and why does he have no shirt on? Does he have no shorts on? Wait let me.... No no no Dianna stay away, don't look. Just take the clothes hurry and go.