Hanna Hell
Bio
I'm Hanna. I write modern romance and erotica .
My characters are cool, the settings are intimate and the love is hot. In a good way. Not like actually flammable.
I am NOT on social media because it is bad for my health.
Stories (17/0)
Rich & Rare | A Filth Odyssey | EPISODE 8| DEEPEST Pt. 1
“What about something up my ass next time?” Romy blurted out in between sips of her milkshake. Rex’s eyes were fixated on the weather lips puckered tightly around the straw. They were at their favorite burger diner up the street, wrapping up their lunch with vanilla shakes. Romy wore Rex's favorite pair of black shorts that rode up high on the side. He had on his favorite white t shirt and the black leather jacket, one which Romy had insisted made him look like wild man.
By Hanna Hell3 years ago in Filthy
Rich & Rare | A Filth Odyssey | EPISODE 7| DEEPER
Rex had found a rhythm that was both comfortable and exciting for him and Romy. She felt her breasts jiggle as saliva dripped down in a single line from her mouth and chin down her neck. The longest stream trickled down between her collarbone, past the reservoir of her navel, just down to the beginning of her bare pubic mound.
By Hanna Hell3 years ago in Filthy
Rich & Rare | A Filth Odyssey | EPISODE 6| DEEP
“Are you sure? You’re ready tonight?” He asked in between kisses, his tongue probing deeper than usual into Romy’s hot mouth. Maybe he was testing her? He was always so careful with her, which only made her more excited each time they connected. He cared and he knew exactly what he was doing with all of that generosity, all of that forethought, all of that consideration. He was making her as comfortable as possible all the time. He was making her as wet as possible. She inhaled a deep breath, fighting the overwhelm.
By Hanna Hell3 years ago in Filthy
Rich & Rare| A Filth Odyssey| Episode 5| Lunch
Rich And Rare: Episode 5 Lunch Rex was in the kitchen cooking. There were metallic clangs and bangs, the clinking of silverware clashing against silverware. Romy heard him running the water to wipe down the counters and sink, his voice humming a tune as he cleaned. He always cleaned the kitchen before throwing down, something she respected very much. Rex believed in spending as much time on preparation as he spent on the stove.
By Hanna Hell3 years ago in Filthy
Rich & Rare| A Filth Odyssey| Episode 4| No Occasion
Romy was in the bathtub. The water had been reset three times now. The first time was when she was pouring herself another helping of champagne. Some of it had spilled from the bottle and made a small puddle of beige bubbles on the floor. She’d watched them for a little while, tilting the flute of sweet bubbly to her lips. Her toes scrunched the rear lip of the porcelain and she let herself lean all the way back, the sudsy water obscuring the view of her naked lower torso.
By Hanna Hell3 years ago in Filthy
Rich & Rare| A Filth Odyssey|Episode 3: The Run Pt. 2
As Rex’s hot roaming tongue lapped against her opening, the muscles in her neck relaxed and she forgot all about the window, the ocean view, the Bobs, the Karens, the Katies, the Franks. Fuck them all. Her eyes opened again and her focus fell on the industrial-style light fixture on the ceiling. Rex paused his curling tongue for a moment to press two fingers inside. He slid his index and middle finger in about an inch and a half before gently and gradually pushing down. He released the pressure and Romy’s soft pleading moan gave him the confirmation to continue the rhythmic motion. He grinned and slid a palm up Romy’s exposed torso, lifting the hem of the elastic top to twist her nipple. Her hips bucked against him and he took the opportunity to slide his fingers in even further.
By Hanna Hell3 years ago in Filthy
Rich & Rare| A Filth Odyssey| Episode 2
Romy ran until her legs were jelly. They were beyond pins and needles and vibrated with each step as she started to cool down. It was well after sunrise now and the strip had become populated with people, much to her annoyance.
By Hanna Hell3 years ago in Filthy
Rich & Rare | A Filth Odyssey | Episode 1
Romy woke up in bed upside down. The foot of the bed was without a pillow, but at some point during the middle of the night, she had crafted one out of her discarded yellow sweater. It was a mess of cable knit sleeves and pom-poms, folded three times over into some god-awful pretzel shape. The thing had done the trick though, she slept straight through the night. A full god-blessed eight hours without interruption.
By Hanna Hell3 years ago in Filthy
Jack & Tammy: I'm Asking You Out
Finley, the foster kitten, was picked up earlier in the afternoon by a couple. It was, they explained to Tammy, their Christmas gift to one another. While Tammy was relieved that Mr. Finley was getting a permanent home, she was sad to see him and his little white socks go. Who would she listen to records with now? She nursed her loss with a vigorous workout and tacked on an hour and a half yoga sequence to distract her mind from slipping into a pity-party. Finally she achieved some soreness, and a pulled muscle in her right thigh. The physical strain was a welcome change.
By Hanna Hell3 years ago in Humans
TWO GOALS ONLY
TRIGGER WARNING: This article delves into topics of grief, depression and suicidal ideation. Please be kind to yourself and steer clear if reading this right now will injure you. Have resources ready and available should you find yourself in a bad place mentally. I've also included a small list of some for you at the bottom of this post.
By Hanna Hell3 years ago in Psyche
Jack & Tammy's First Date
This is Tammy and Jack’s first date together. They met at the Christmas party last week and exchanged phone numbers. Tammy is nervous. She hasn’t been on a first date in years. Neither has Jack, but he isn’t quite as nervous as Tammy. He’s halfway between feeling excitement at seeing Tammy again, and confused where in the hell to park his car. Good thing he left the house early.
By Hanna Hell3 years ago in Humans
Jack & Tammy: First Kiss
Tammy & Jack’s First Kiss The date was over and Jack had walked Tammy to her door. She stuck her key in the brass deadbolt and had held it there for several moments. Jack folded his arms across his chest and leant his head against the wall, smiling warmly. It was now evening at 7:00pm sharp, because at that moment the timed lights in her apartment building lit up in a synchronized effect.
By Hanna Hell3 years ago in Humans