All Chapters of Nymphomania: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

??? ??? ????? ???? ??? ?? ?? ???????? ????? ??? ???? ??? ????? ????? the incident happened. The screen of her old TV was flickered, taunting her to go out and buy a brand new one. She laughed, her smile grew wild by the minute as she lay on the cold, hard floor. “Ori,” she heard a voice, a little bit far away from her. A looming figure was standing at her doorstep, waiting for permission to step into her little home. She shot her head up, packing her dreadlocks into a lazy bun to keep her eyes focused.It was her friend, she stood up quickly then flung herself into her arms, squeezing her too tightly like she was scared she would lose her into the cold, colourless air outside the house.“You missed me?” The other girl asked, eyeing Oriana for what seemed like ages, checking out her dress. She shook her head and stepped in

"? ?????? ???'??? ??? ???????? ??????? ??? ?????" Professor Brook peeped from her heavy framed eyeglasses, she tapped her fingers on the desk as she watched the students making barbaric words. Just a few minutes, she had thought she would get the cooperation of the students who behaved immaturely.Oriana grabbed her pencil and started sketching a drawing on her notebook, she wasn't going to talk if she wasn't called. It happened to her when she raised her hands and answered a question with a bright smile on her pretty, innocent face that's eager to know all.She was ignored for a week by her mates, since then she only answered when she's called upon or nobody has his or her hand stretched out.".... If you guys are going to be lazy all day and night then..." silence took place as every one of them put a hold on what they were doing, the sleepy ones among them raised heads up with cheeks damped w

"??? ?? ??? ????..." ????? ??????? ?? ???????, she turned the chair directly to the big mirror in her room. Earlier, they had to cook together when they got to her apartment. She made Oriana watched her cooking, coercing her to slice the tomatoes, and onions before she instructed her to clean up her mess."Ori, this is not how to cut an onion." she snapped at the girl who shrugged her shoulders. "You are spoilt," she spoke while eyeing her friend."Ain't spoil, you are just too lazy to cook a meal, yunno." Oriana replied bluntly in her American accent; the ghetto accent used mostly by the black Americans."Shut up," Queen warned her with a knife; she chopped the onions and grabbed the spoon on the pot to stir the sauce before she put in the spaghetti.Oriana looked at herself in the mirror smiling as she blinked the eyelashes that Queen fixed for her. She loved

? ??????? ???? ?????? ??????'? ??????, the cold water dripping down to her small toes, she pressed her thigh together."Can you give a head?" His eyes mocking her body. He doesn't care if she was not comfortable with it. As long as everything goes smoothly for him- both of them? Then he's okay.Oriana clenched her teeth at the memories threatening her vision, she gripped her knees falling back against the wall, choking on her tears. She wanted Queen's life, not kill, she wanted to enjoy looking down at the beautiful scenery of the city bubbling with activities. She wanted to throw away foods inside the wastebin without cringing. She wanted to live a decent life, she had her decent life in the morning, but when the darkness envelope the world, mocking people as they cautiously take their steps to escape from the unemployed, paranoid, psychopath men looming around."Sure, I can do anything."

? ???'? ???? ?? ??? ???? ? ?????????? ??? ?'??? ???? ??? ???? ? ????.??? ??????? ????? ?? ?? ?? ?? ???? ?? ?? ??? ??????? ??? ????? ??? ????????. Waking up to have a bath makes Oriana scream inside her head, not when it's freezing inside her apartment. She rubbed her palms against her cheeks, humming as she let her eyes scan the small wardrobe in the bedroom.It was eight in the night, and a few hours later she'd either find herself moaning with a man's dick pounding the edges of her womanhood or anxiously waiting for a guy to pick her up. As much as she hated to confess to her emotionless feelings, she had no choice but to endure the hours of heavy climax and riding until she could hear her irregular breathing.She was interrupted by the loud buzzing sound coming from her phone with a frown craved on her pretty face, she