Uh-oh #gidle Novels & Stories

Note: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. The story contains explicit adult content of a sexual nature and should not be read by anyone under the age of 18. "Say you're a slut." He said, watching her finger herself, absentmindedly stroking his dick. "I," she gasped, closing her eyes, but being thrilled at saying the words, "I am a slut.. oh, please fuck me." He turned her around, forcing her up onto her hands and knees. She felt him run his hands down her back, up her spread ass, and finally pull on her hips as he positioned himself behind her. She moaned and turned herself up for him, pushing her open cunt back onto him. He leaned forward and grabbed her braids, pulling her head back as he rammed his dick inside her hard. She cried out and tightened around his dick, "Oh god, yes, fuck me. Fuck me hard and dirty." She moaned out. "I'm a fucking slut. Hurt my pussy."

“Yes, I am Dom. Your dom.” Did he say that last part or I imagined it? Letting out a shaky breath, I slid away from his lap. The front of my panties, scraped against his lap slowly as I slid from him and his light grey eyes darkened. I had no idea my pussy was so drenched that it left a mark on his pants. Jesus! Who is this man and what has he done to me? Soon I was seated beside him, his thighs pressing close to mine as we both drank. Electricity kept shooting tingles up my legs and I felt light-headed. He was silent and I suddenly felt nervous like I needed to speak to this deliciously fair man that sat brooding. Clearing my throat, I tapped his leg—unconsciously on the spot my pussy left—and he looked up, smirking at me. My mouth went dry immediately. “Is there something you want?” he asked. “Uh…No, I mean yes. Is this normal for you?” His handsome features morphed into a frown, “Having a girl leave a wet spot on my pants or taking wine in a bar?” I just discovered that my poor, useless, and filthy father who died a month ago left me a luxurious Cabin in Bakersfield. HOW!? Wish I insisted on that question. I shouldn’t have taken the plunge and moved into that house, but I am a broke, poor virgin and will soon be homeless, so I did. It might as well be the worst or best decision I have ever made because, in 12 hours, my life changed. COPYRIGHT DISCLAIMER ON THE BOOK COVER!!!! contact the author for it to be removed if there is an issue

After transmigrating into a horror game, I realize I can hear ghosts' inner thoughts. "Oh, look, a human! I need to give her a pet!" "Why can't I touch her? Move! I gotta touch her!" "Humans! She's so tame that she's even letting us pet her!" My inner thoughts scream, "Damn it. Now I feel like a monkey in the zoo."

Alicia, a flower gardener is accused of king's murder. The boy she kissed in the woods turned out to be king's son, Prince Reza. How will she prove her innocence and get back to her love, Reza? When the place she lives is full of magical creatures... "Something's in that cell." "It has wings." ...and all people are suspects..."Oh my god!!! Did Reza kill his father himself to become the king?"

My breath caught in my throat the moment my eyes dropped between his legs. Oh God. His cock was hard, heavy, long, impossible to ignore. Panic filled my chest. “Is… that going inside me?” The words slipped out before I could stop them. My voice didn’t even sound like mine, small, breakable. “Oh, sweet doll…” His voice dropped, gravelly and dark. “It’s not just going inside you.” He stepped closer, towering over me. My skin heated as his hand wrapped around himself, stroking twice. He swelled even larger, as though to prove the threat in his words. “It’s going to stretch you wide open. You’ll feel me for days. You’ll walk with the memory of me buried deep, dripping down your thighs. You’ll cry from it, shake from it, and still… you’ll beg for more.” “Oh…” The sound tore from me, heavy with terror. I was sold for three million dollars to the man who killed my father. Dante De Luca, older, ruthless, dangerously handsome and untouchable. He didn’t buy me for a night. He bought me for a lifetime, to make me his mistress… and then, his wife. Trapped in a contract marriage, I vowed never to love him. But my body betrayed me. His possessive kisses. His punishing touch. I found myself wanting more. Craving him. Yearning for everything he gave. Dante wanted revenge, because my father killed his wife and stole his Mafia kingship. He wanted to punish me. He wanted to break me. But somewhere in his quest to cause me pain… he began to fall and save me, even from my own father. Now, when loyalty calls upon me, I’m torn. Between the man who raised me… and the man who owns my heart.

It was like a dream come true when the CEO of Sullivan Enterprises asked my hand in marriage. I was the trophy wife, the woman of his dreams: so high on a pedestal until it all came crashing down. He didn't marry me for love, oh no: he married me for revenge. For everything that my father had done, and I was pulled into the worst hell imaginable. Days, months of torture and torment. They say there's fire in love. But could there be love in a fire?

On the first day of school, I pulled down the pants of Luke Shea, the campus heartthrob, and that gained me notoriety right away. Due to the incident, I hid behind a mask to attend classes. A week later, Luke pinned me against a corner and said menacingly, “You have to take responsibility, now that you’ve seen my body. “You better not think about dumping me after messing with me.” Oh, I wouldn’t dare. Guess I had to take him in then.

Danny James is moving across country. California to Wisconsin to live with her best friend who she met online. Once arriving, she puts in an application to be a tour guide at the local zoo. When she got the job, she went in to meet the animals. "Lions, Tigers, and Bears, oh my!" After meeting them, she's assigned her job. After days of working there, she grew fond of the wolves. They were so interesting to her.

They say, love approaches you at the peak of your youth, but in some cases it happens earlier than expected. Though you don't expect love, it is ageless, timeless, and placeless. Here's an African story of love, a love unexpected , untold, a love that changes , a love that heals. Here's an unconditional love between two uncommon and unlikely persons, two teens though they were world apart, they didn't care, though they were class difference, they cared less. "Adure look into my eyes and tell me you don't love me" These were his words before they parted , a space that made him realize just how much he needed her, a break that made her realize she needed him more than she needed her next breath. I know what your questions may be , what caused Their separation? What transpired between them? How long was the break and oh! What is the lover boy's name. Why don't you find out your self by reading this intriguing Iove story , this undying love story. Oh also this question, how does a break , a big break as that , makes one realize how much he or she longs for / love themselves more, well dear readers it all happened in THAT ONE BIG BREAK

"Oh my... fuck!!" I can't even describe what I was feeling anymore. I felt my climax approaching but it was more like a rushing river. My thigh kept shaking from his assaults but he never reduced no stops. Sometimes I will feel like he was eating my pussy but wasn't really eating it. I sometimes feel like he is draining the very blood out of me but he wasn't doing that...