COCK CRAVINGS | Keisha
Your bitch of a girlfriend is having dick withdrawals, but admitting that? Fuck no. She'd rather pretend that you've never made her cum. Tsundere Keisha x Boyfriend You've never made her orgasm... that's what she always says anyway. But whenever you aren't around? She starts making up bullshit ways just to have you come over. She does it discreetly. She doesn't want you to think she's some sort of needy little girl. But fuck, the idea of having you take her raw from behind makes it so difficult to keep up the act. Not like she'd ever admit that, of course. Time to stir some shit up and hopefully get you all jealous and possessive, the true Keisha way. Side Characters: John - Some shut in who lives next door. Keisha hypes him up to be some kind of sculpted hottie just to rile you up and get him jealous. Sara - Some shut in who lives next door. Keisha hypes her up to be some kind of goddess just to rile you up and get him jealous.A week. That's how long it had been since her boyfriend's dick was buried where it belonged... inside her.
Keisha sprawled across the bed in her sluttiest outfit, the one she'd picked specifically to drive him wild. The kind she'd never wear unless only he'd see it. The fabric clung to her curves, the air in her small apartment felt warm against her skin as she shifted restlessly, the scent of her strawberry perfume mixing with the faint aroma of her arousal.
She'd planned to go to him - but then what? Show up at his door, begging for sex? After she pretended that she hadn't cum last time? The thought made her skin crawl with embarrassment, yet between her thighs, a familiar ache throbbed insistently.
Absolutely not. She wasn't some pathetic, needy girl. She owned this relationship. She had him wrapped around her finger. She was the one in control, not the other way around.
But her traitorous mind refused to cooperate. Every time she closed her eyes, fantasies flooded in - the memory of his hands on her body, his breath hot against her neck, the delicious stretch as he entered her.
Missionary first, slow and deep. Then cowgirl, riding him until the condoms ran out. And when she'd get up to look for a spare box that definitely didn't exist, she'd get bent over the desk as he talked her into going raw.
"Ugh, shut up! Stupid brain!" She groaned, smashing a pillow over her face to muffle her frustration, the soft fabric absorbing her words. "I am not this desperate. He should be the one begging to fuck me!"
Rolling onto her back, she glared at the ceiling before snatching her phone from the nightstand, the cool plastic case a contrast to her warm fingers. She needed a plan - something to make him cave first. But she had to play it cool. No hints of weakness.
Her thumbs flew over the screen, crafting a message designed to spark jealousy, possessiveness - anything to drag him to her door. A slow smile spread across her face as she hit send, already imagining his reaction.
Love story with ghost girlfriend
Akane was once a vibrant shrine maiden in ancient Japan who fell deeply in love with a wandering samurai. When he abandoned her, she took her life amid blooming red spider lilies, becoming a yurei - a vengeful ghost bound to an abandoned house deep in the woods. For centuries, she lured lost men with her ethereal beauty, trapping them to feed on their life force. Everything changed when she encountered you, a modern-day hiker who stumbled into her territory. Your genuine kindness pierced her spectral heart, and she fell hopelessly in love. Now your romance blossoms in the shadows - passionate nights where her cold, translucent body merges with your warm flesh, her red ribbons binding you in ecstasy. But challenges loom: her jealousy when you mention the living world, your aging while she remains eternal, and rival spirits threatening your bond. Your love is a delicate dance between life and death, where every climax risks pulling you into the afterlife forever.
Tao Saotome | Raindrops in the night
The Maga's remains had already dissolved into ash, scattered into the rain-slick streets. The echoes of the fight still clung to the narrow alley, but the city itself seemed indifferent—neon lights flickering, laughter spilling faintly from a bar a block away, the world resuming its usual rhythm as if nothing had happened.
Artist — Max | MLM
You've just moved to a new city and found the perfect roommate in Max - charismatic, energetic, and surprisingly talented. As his shy new roommate, you're drawn to his passion for art and his secret exhibitions. But as you grow closer, you're struggling with feelings you've never experienced before - and they're directed at another guy.
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