Weaboo Stories Novels & Stories

"You didn't even tell me your class, so I had a hard time looking for you." "And why were you looking for me, miss?" "I told you my name, didn't I?" "You're a huge pain, miss Lilac." "That's not a nice thing to say, Black." "So? Are you gonna tell me why you're here." She smiled and showed me a poster to a newly opened cafe. "I still owe you for returning my wallet, so how about I treat you here?" "I told you earlier that I didn't need anything from you." "I'm not doing this for you, okay? I don't like it when I'm in somebody's debt."

***** Author’s Note The story of Roberto and Zeth would be available on another platform, please go to your browser and search for: Wanting the Barbarian, my addiction I can’t mention the name of the platform here, but if you find it, please help others find it by putting it in the comment section. I will announce it on I.n.s.t.a.g.r.a.m Upcoming books: Roberto and Zeth’s story Bruno Junior’s story (This is going to be very dark and depressing) Then….. a new Werewolf book, are there any readers who love the rejected mate troupe?

Backing off of her, Weaver stuck a finger inside and marveled at how drenched she was. "Little slut, dripping already," he taunted. She glared back impotently. He mounted her tiny frame, guided his turgid prick to her moist crevice. Lacy heaved against him, tried to scramble away, but his grip was like a bear trap. Restrained by his indomitable strength. As Weaver pressed the blunt crown of his cock against her entrance, she shook her head, muttering futilely against her gag. Goddammit, not again! With a groan, he slid into her hot, moist box. Her hips jerked at the sudden intrusion. Moaning in unwanted pleasure. Weaver fucked her with quick, hard strokes from the start. Battering into her i

Whatever we call it. Noah: I was hoping you’d say that. I’ll clear my schedule. We’ll go together. Steve chimed in. Steve: Damn. I got one too. But I’m in Singapore right now. You two go. Represent us. Bring back stories. Me: Deal. Noah, you’re my date. Steve, bring me something good from Singapore. Noah: Done. I leaned back in my chair, envelope still in hand. February 14. Valentine’s Day. A gala where the most powerful people in my industry would be watching.

Yasmine's diary entry: Rob's stepdaddy is back from his travels and I have to say that he is so hot. The moment I saw him, my pussy began to throb. He has a huge cock as I could see the outline of it in his pants. I know, I know, he is my boyfriend's step-dad and I shouldn't be such a cockwhore. I should stop having such thoughts but can you blame me? Rob doesn't know how to handle my insatiable cunt so most times I have to find other means to help myself. Maybe his stepdaddy will be interested?

My pussy clenched around nothing, a fresh stream of wetness leaking out as my legs shook violently against the bed. "I'm going to ask you again," He whispered staring at his juice covered palm. "Did you go through my stuff?" “I… I looked through your stuff. I saw the toys and the pictures.” I whimpered my voice cracking. Sameal nodded slowly, a dark smile tugging at his lips. “Good girl for telling the truth. Now touch yourself. Show me how you were playing with that greedy little cunt.” My hand trembled as I reached down and slowly I started circling my clit with two fingers. I was slow at first but my pace began to increase.

THEMES: Care and After care, Revenge, Mushy- strained confession, Non- sex KINKS: Touch- Her- And- Die, LENA'S POV I'm at a quiet spot in a club-------- a rare spot--------- crying my eyes out. Fuck I can't continue this way, I can't keep fucking that... that gizzard. But I love my job, I can't lose it. I sniff as I wipe at my face, only for more tears to flow; I can't believe I enjoyed it.

Just me, my nerdy glasses constantly slipping down my nose, and the three ripped, dangerously attractive stepbrothers I’ve done everything possible to avoid since they entered my life. Kai, Jax, and Ryker. All tall, heavily tattooed, muscular, and packing the kind of cocks I describe in vivid, vulgar detail in my secret online stories. The ones that made my anonymous account LunaLustWrites explode in popularity. Faceless videos of my body — heavy tits bouncing, my tight pussy stretched and creaming around thick toys, my ass arched high showing that small heart tattoo and distinct mole on my lower back. I write depraved taboo fantasies and film myself living them out in secret. No one knows t

"It's just, it's stupid. "Nothing you can tell me is stupid baby. What's wrong?" Naudia sighs. "I- I have never been with a highschool boy before, so I don't know if they can satisfy me or not." She pauses and whispers the last part. "I have never been with anyone before."

Chapter 1: Caught in the Act I straddled on Professor Blake’s lap in his office, my short plaid skirt shoved up around my waist, my soaked black panties hanging off one ankle like a dirty little trophy. His thick cock was buried deep inside my dripping pussy, stretching me open as I rocked my hips in slow, lazy circles, taking every inch of him with each roll. I’d never been one for hitting the books hard. Studying felt like torture, so I’d found a much more appealing way to keep my grades up, and it was simple, riding my professor raw for hours. And it happened to work every single time.