Novel & Cerita Yandere Stories

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Ezra had noticed this yet he fell hard for him. The problem was, Kendall only ever treated him like a bro. A roommate. A guy you'd share instant noodles with at midnight, borrow ten bucks or a benjamin from, a guy he'd occasionally elbow in the ribs during late-night Dirt 5 gaming sessions. Ezra got Kendall's attention sure—but never in the way he wanted. Kendall saw him only as plain, ordinary, Ezra. So, Ezra had done something stupid. Something very reckless. He’d created Maya—a female catfish Winstagram account, with photoshopped pictures of a Brunette girl from Stock photos. He had replied Kendall's story about Kafka being possibly better than Dostoyevsky.

And Andrea, who was supposed to be the wife, was only a spectator. In her dream, they were both naked. They started caressing each other's bodies as their tongues danced together, wanting to dominate the other. Andrea watched how they hungrily kissed each other, practically devouring one another. It felt like watching a gay p**n, but it was much better than that.

She loved it that when I ate her out, I played with her slightly sagging B cup breasts and tweaked her nipples. When she came down from her high, she pulled my head up so I could look her in the eye, and she guided my cock inside her now soaking wet cunt. She made the endearing noise she always made when I entered her, a contented "Ahh," and her hands rested on my bum cheeks as I sank all the way in. Mandy is 48 years of age and the managing director of her own online women's clothing company. She is married to John who hasn't been able to get it up for a few years now and so she comes to me to get her rocks off.

A shiver ran through me at the word senseless, because yeah, these two had fueled plenty of secret fantasies over the years—always dismissed because (a) they’re madly in love with each other and (b) solidly, undeniably gay. At least, that’s what I’d convinced myself for years. I swallowed more wine. “I resort to p**n now,” I admitted. Jordan leaned in, intrigued. “Quality stuff or creepy algorithm garbage?” “Quality! Female-directed, real chemistry, all that. But it’s… isolating. Like practicing for a sport I’ll never play.” Luca’s hand paused in my hair. I looked up; his hazel eyes were locked on me, intense and unreadable.

Professor Kane stood at the front, looking devastating in a black button-down that hugged his broad chest and muscular arms. His hazel eyes scanned the room before locking onto Lila in her usual seat. “Miss Bennett,” he called, his voice smooth and commanding. “What are your thoughts on the theme of surrender in The Story of O?” Lila’s heart skipped. She stood slowly, cheeks already warming. “Surrender isn’t just physical, Professor. It’s the complete loss of control… when desire becomes so overwhelming that you willingly give up everything—your pride, your morality—for that one person who consumes you.”

Every subtle movement sends shockwaves of pleasure rippling through their body, making it difficult to focus on anything but the incredible feeling of being buried deep inside this forbidden woman. *"Holy shit, you feel amazing," *Y/N gasps, picking up pace as they begin to thrust in earnest. Each powerful stroke hits a spot within Stefanie that makes her cry out in delight, her inner muscles clenching around Y/N's shaft.* *"I want to make you cum so bad, Stefanie," *Y/N pleads, their voice raw with desperation.* "Show me how to make you squirt like those hentai girls. Please, teach me how to bring you to the edge and push you over!"*

Maya’s older sister. The one woman Jamie had been secretly craving for three long years. At twenty, Jamie still felt inexperienced compared to most of her friends. She had kissed a few girls at university parties, but nothing serious. Nothing that made her body burn the way just *thinking* about Lena did. And there she was.

Girls and technology were like oil and a glass of water. "Hansel boo. We were half bored to death and Yanda here thought it would be a good idea to ask for your services." Gretel said with a sinister smile aimed at Yanda. The girl laughed shyly concealing her face. Fuck them. Did I suddenly look like a clown they could use for entertainment? Fuck them with a mangled stick... "So." She continued. "Yanda told me she was feeling a little bit horny and asked if I knew any hot stories since we both don't have bars. And I remembered that's your field."

“Honey you and I know you’ve had it bad for the past year. And trust me, your emotions flying around is pent up frustration due to lack of sex! You really need to get your back blown out like he said.” “God.. Lisa!” “And dear Nathan! Bless him. He is such an understanding and good man. He loves you and cares about your well-being. I have never seen any man that considerate. He wants you to do it Rene.. He wants you to get over this” “Lisa…” “And please Rene don’t pretend you weren't just fingering yourself last night with p**n sounds all over your room” My eyes widened. “Lisa!” I almost screamed, embarrassed. “You.. You heard?”