Yandere Stories Novels & Stories

Hi, I will not say much. This is an erotic story that contains a mom/aunt/son. As you know, I write about Aunt/Mom’s stories. Please support me by reading my other stories, too. Also, you can support me on my P*****n: p*****n.com/laxu00 Story starts

“How could you do this to me?” Kieran finally turned his head, his expression was calm. He shifted slightly, making Maya gasp softly as he pressed deeper for one last lazy thrust before he started to pull out. A thin string of cum connected them for a second when he withdrew, obscene and glistening. He didn’t bother covering himself. Just rolled to the side, propping himself on one elbow like this was casual conversation. Maria stretched languidly, arms above her head, breasts lifting with the movement. She didn’t close her legs. Didn’t try to hide the mess between them…his cum already starting to leak out of her, white against her flushed skin.

Every time I brought up another dark romance, another obscure vampire lore theory, another fantasy where the heroine begged to be drained while she came undone, they would groan and roll their eyes. “Elena, for fuck’s sake, you need to get properly fucked by a living, breathing man instead of jerking off to fictional undead dick,” my best friend had laughed the last time. But she didn’t understand. Nothing—no toy, no lover, no late-night fling—had ever come close to the aching, throbbing need that vampire fantasies stirred in me. The surrender. The possession. The exquisite terror of giving your blood, your body, and perhaps even your soul to something far older and more powerful than you.

he asked. She thought for a second. “Ones that have happy endings.” “A romantic?” he asked. She never considered herself one. “I like noir—but the stories where the boy gets the girl in the end. Or vice versa.” “Top shelf,” he told her, indicating the back room. She went there and waited. What if he followed? What would that mean? She’d been out of the dating loop since she’d landed her current job, the one that had sucked up all her time, her mind, her soul, her life. Her fingers trailed over the broken spines of misused paperbacks, and she hoped he would follow her. But what would she say? What would she do?

Book 1: Her Unloved Mate (Vince & Crystal’s Story) Book 2: My Bride is Not a Human (Cade & Andrella’s Story) Book 3: Her Chosen Mate (Rebecca & Oliver’s Story) * In case of any queries regarding any story, please reach out to my inbox. Thank you again.

"Maybe we can—" "No way!" Yuna cut me off, shaking her head so fast I thought she might give herself whiplash. "I just think it's kinda sad. He's not your first. I guess I like the idea of that perfect love story where both people are each other's first, you know?" Of course. She's that girl—totally in love with romance novel clichés. "Those stories exist, sure, but they're rare," I said, trying to keep it real.

She brought both breasts back to my penis and wet them again, and brought them back to my mouth. The next moment, she straddled me again, and checked my bondage's for tightness. I could definitely not move my hands or my legs. "Do you know what I read recently?" "No, what?" "I read a story that you posted online. It was called 'I want you to feed me'." I stared blankly,I'd forgotten that she read my sex stories online, sometimes, especially this one. "Uhhh yes well..." "Do you remember writing the story, do you remember what it was about?" As she questioned me, she was humping her open pûssy over the head and shaft of my cock.

I walked closer, biting my lip, standing right in front of him. “What do you want, Ariana?” he asked, his voice low and hoarse. “I want you, Zaddy,” I said, my voice thick with need. “You sure about this?” he asked, but his eyes were dark, hungry. I didn’t answer. I leaned down and kissed him hard, my lips crashing into his. He kissed me back just as rough, his tongue pushing into my mouth, tasting me. His hands grabbed my breasts, squeezing them through the crop top, his fingers pinching my nipples until I gasped into his mouth.

Together, they formed a circle of seduction, their scents—jasmine, musk, and lust—enveloping me. “Newcomer?” the brunette purred, stepping closer, her hand brushing my arm, sending shivers through me. I nodded, heart racing, my nipples hardening under the silk. “Let’s welcome her,” the blonde teased, guiding me to a plush chaise, the others closing in. The brunette kissed me deeply, her tongue exploring mine, while the redhead lifted my dress, her fingers tracing my thighs, slipping under my panties to rub my clit.

Her high-pitched moans echoed beautifully in the quiet office. This was exactly what Mira lacked. The woman in front of me didn’t care about pride or dignity. Right now, Sandra belonged entirely to me, acting like nothing more than a bitch in heat. “I’m cumming,” she gasped, the wet, friction-filled sounds of her body filling the room. “Yes, give it to me, baby,” I growled, leaning up to bite hard on her earlobe. I drove my fingers in deeper, curling them upward. With one last, hard thrust of my hand, Sandra shuddered violently, her body tightening as she emptied her wetness all over my fingers.