Novels by Shirley South

We pulled away from the kiss just to catch our breath for a few seconds."You've often told me about the awesome blowjobs you gave your boyfriends. And if I remember right, you've only bragged to me about them, but never offered to give me one," he muttered. "That pisses me off a lot.""I always knew you were jealous of the guys I dated." I bit my lips.He stood and dropped his pants, then sat back with his legs spread open a bit as he rubbed his hard wood. "Prove to me how good you are."I got on my knees in front of him. Then I ran my hand up his leg, feeling him shudder as his cock stiffened even more. My hand gripped him tightly. His wood was bigger than any cock I've held, and believe me, I've held a lot of cocks.I began stroking him, pumping him. Derek closed his eyes as my warm hands gripped his cock. Soon, I coated it with my saliva. My tongue ran over the shaft, leaving not one spot dry. I covered the tip and sucked gently, taking in more, and kept a vacuum-like hold on him,

The weight of my body pressed against him was so hot. His breath brushed my skin, and the softness of his touch sent chills running down my spine. My heart was begging for distance, but my body had already made its choice.His hand rested on my face as he tilted my chin upwards. His eyes were locked on my mouth while he traced the corner of my lips with his thumb. Our breaths tangled in the narrow space between us. Our faces drifted closer until our lips hovered just a breath apart.But then he stopped, and that pause burned more than any kiss ever could.The air in my living room felt very heavy, and for a second, I thought I could hear my own heartbeat echo off the walls. Derek’s hand was still at my waist, his breath warm at the base of my neck, but his eyes had changed. He wasn't looking at me with hunger anymore. He was looking at me with uncertainty. And I understood why.He stepped back first, breaking us apart.“I shouldn’t have done that,” he said quietly. "I'm sorry."“You d

Later that day, after I returned home from work. I sat on my couch for what felt like hours, thinking about whether I should give in to the dangerous pull towards Derek. I was caught up between sense and temptation.This was all new to me. Something about the way he is now just makes me want to have him, and not in the same way we were years ago. I reached out, grabbing my phone from the coffee table beside me. I unlocked it and went straight to my mail. My fingers hovered over his contact number as I hesitated to copy it.I thought to myself how silly it was. How totally ridiculous it was to feed more attention to what's happening. And yet... the thought of him still being drawn to me, the thought of me still having that kind of hold over him felt dangerously and deliciously intoxicating.Later that night, after pacing around for what felt like forever, I closed my eyes, took in a deep breath, and exhaled softly. Then I whispered to myself."Fuck it, I'm calling him."I tapped on his

"You remember me?" I asked in a soft voice, unsure if I actually heard him say my name.He scoffed. "There's not a machine in this world that will be able to wipe you out of my head," he smiled, pressing me even harder against him that it felt like our bodies were merging as one. "You're unforgettable, Elsa."I immediately threw my arms around him, hugging him back. After a while, we pulled apart slowly, reluctant to let each other go, but we had to. I couldn't risk letting anyone see me with a bride's husband in that manner.I smoothed down my dress. "Okay, so if you actually remembered me, why then did you not say anything back there? You just walked past me like I was a statue," I asked, playfully frowning at him."I apologize for making you feel that way, Elsa. It was not my intention," he pleaded. "I really didn't think I'd meet you here at all. It was so unexpected that when I saw you, I didn't know what to do. I needed time to process everything so I could react properly withou

My stepmother loved watching me have sex. Whenever I had my boyfriend around, she would stand outside, peeking through the slightly opened door, watching me and my then partner make love.I always thought it was some kind of fantasy of hers to watch her stepdaughter. But it was something else.Years ago, after the death of my father, I was basically turned into Cinderella. The classic 'daughter turned into a slave in her own father's house'. My stepmother was jealous of me. She hated how beautiful I was and the attention I got from guys back then... it was humiliating.After a while, I got fed up with it, and because my father was dead and I was nineteen, I had no one to stand up for me. No one but Derek.Back then, he was a guy who lived next door. Your typical silent, mysterious, but sweet guy that every girl in the area drooled over. I just didn't see what they were thirsting for about him, but whatever it was sure made a lot of girls go crazy.One evening, he approached me, and th

Mia's POVI didn’t talk to Alan again after that night in my room. He called. He texted. He even sent Zara messages asking if I was okay. But I ignored everything.At first, it was hard. I kept replaying his words in my head, the way he dismissed me, the way he made me feel crazy for being hurt.But as the days passed, ignoring him got easier.Nikolas, on the other hand, became a quiet constant in my life.He was the opposite of Alan. He didn’t pressure me. He didn’t demand anything. He simply checked in, asked about my exams, brought me snacks during study sessions, and made me laugh when I needed it most.Slowly, without even realizing it, I began to feel better and even stronger.Like I was finally standing on my own feet instead of leaning on someone who didn’t care if I fell.By the time exams officially started, I felt like a different person. I was more settled and certain. And most importantly, I knew I didn’t want Alan anymore.It was a Thursday afternoon when everything fina

Mia's POVAfter our picnic date came to an end, Nikolas couldn't take his eyes off me. On our drive back home, Nikolas kept glancing at me with that soft smile of his, replaying little moments from the picnic, teasing me about how many cupcakes I’d eaten and how I pretended not to enjoy them.I laughed along, but somewhere at the back of my mind, there was a quiet nervousness I couldn’t explain. Maybe it was guilt. Maybe it was fear. Or maybe it was just the strange feeling of knowing that my life was slowly changing and I wasn’t fully in control of it anymore.When he finally pulled up in front of my house, the sky was already dark, and the streetlights were on.“You're home now. All safe and sound,” Nikolas said, turning off the engine.“Thank you for today,” I replied. “I really had fun.”“I’m glad.”He came around to my side of the car and opened the door for me. I stepped out, still smiling. Then everything inside me froze.Standing right by my front entrance, leaning against the

Mia's POVIt took me a while, I won't deny that, it did. But after the tears, and the endless hours of staring at my phone waiting for calls that never came, something in me simply switched off. I stopped checking. I stopped wondering. I stopped caring. Life quietly went on, and I decided to go on with it.A few days after the whole mess, I swallowed my pride and apologized to Zara.We were sitting at the kitchen counter, both pretending to study but really just flipping through our phones, when I finally spoke.“Zara… I’m sorry,” I said softly.She looked up, surprised. “For what?”“For snapping at you. For yelling at you in front of Nikolas. For acting like a crazy person.”She waved it off. “Girl, you were hurting. I get it. And you were right. I didn't have any right to air your business out like that in front of that man.”“Still,” I insisted, “you didn’t deserve that.”She smiled. “Apology accepted. And I also hope you can forgive me for what I did?”"Of course, babe."After tha

Mia's POVI turned on Zara.“You know what, Zara... why would you say that?” I snapped, pushing myself up from the chair. My legs felt shaky, but the anger rushing through me kept me steady. “Why would you tell him that?”Zara folded her arms defensively. “Because it’s the truth, Mia.”“That doesn’t mean you announce it to strangers!” I shot back.Nikolas stood awkwardly between us, his eyes moving from me to Zara and back again, clearly realizing he had walked into something far messier than he expected.“He’s not a stranger, Mia,” Zara argued. “And I think by now, you'll see he cares about you.”“You don’t know that!” I said sharply. “You don’t even know him.”“Well, I know he's not the person who made you cry!” she fired back.“That’s not the point,” I snapped. “This is my business, not his.”Nikolas raised a hand gently. “Hey… maybe I should—”“No,” I interrupted, glaring at Zara. “She needs to explain why she thought it was okay to expose my private life like that.”Zara rolled h

Mia's POVBy the time Alan finally called, my chest hurt in that deep, aching way that came from crying too much and thinking too hard. My eyes were already swollen, my head throbbing, my body exhausted from carrying emotions that were too heavy for one night and one morning. Zara was still beside me, her arm around my shoulders, murmuring soft reassurances that I barely heard.Then my phone rang. I looked over at it and finally... Alan.My breath hitched so sharply it hurt. For a split second, hope flared. I was foolish and desperate. I pulled away from Zara and answered before the phone could ring a second time.“Alan,” I said, my voice already trembling. “Where have you been?”There was a pause on the other end."Alan?" I said louder now. "Why are you answering? Where have you been all these while?"“Why are you shouting?” he asked calmly, almost lazily, like I was interrupting something unimportant.“I’m not shouting, but I'm sorry if I'm too loud,” I apologized."It's cool."“So,

Mia's POVWhen we finally arrived at the house, the silence between Zara and me was heavy. I parked the car, turned off the engine, and just sat there for a moment, staring straight ahead, but I couldn't see anything in front of me because my head was still wrapped in what I saw at the cafe.“Mia,” Zara said gently, unbuckling her seatbelt. “You good, babe? Talk to me.”“I’m fine,” I replied immediately, too quickly, my voice flat. “Really. Don't worry about me.”She frowned, clearly not convinced, but followed me out of the car anyway. Inside the house, Zara hovered behind me like she was afraid I’d run mad if she looked away for even a second.“Mia,” she tried again as I dropped my bag on the couch. “You don’t have to shut down like this because of him. I hope you know that. I think maybe you’re overthinking it.”I didn’t respond. I reached for my phone instead, my fingers already moving on their own, dialing a number I knew by heart.Zara watched me. “What are you doing?”“I’m call