1 Minute Short Stories Novels & Stories

The next few seconds that pass by are like those little trip characters from an animation experience when they travel through the hole of the space time continuum. But instead of random color flashing before your eyes, multiple questions pound you with its ginormous hammer. Instead of getting dizzy from all the turning, twists, here and there, you feel panic rushing through your veins at an inhuman speed. And instead of feeling time zap in an instant before your eyes, the scene before you decides to unfold in a rather slow torturing motion. Zale loses his first finger from your device. The second And then the third. If he detaches his pinky away from it, then your phone would fall, hit-face

Me: I can’t be here for too long. Me: Rand, please say something. The messages sat there, taunting me. Delivered, but unread. No reply. No typing indicator. Just silence. Maybe he was on his way. I just had to wait a little more. ***** I waited 20 long minutes. As soon as time ran out ,I grabbed my phone. My thumb jabbed at the screen,refreshing again and again, still nothing. My stomach twisted. The single gray tick beside each message confirmed it—he wasn’t getting them. Or worse, he was and just didn’t care.

One message: “Lavatory. 1 hour. Door unlocked.” I stared at the screen for a long moment. Then I typed back: “Make it 45 minutes.” I hit send. He didn’t reply. But when I glanced forward again, he was smiling—just a small, dangerous curve of his lips. I spent the next forty-five minutes edging myself under the blanket—slow circles on my clit, fingers dipping inside, stopping every time I got close. My pussy was swollen, aching, dripping. My thong was useless now—sodden, pushed to the side.

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At most seven minutes in a car. He waited impatiently for his break, casting an eye on the clock every two minutes or so. And when finally it was one pm, he stood up so enthusiastically that some of his colleagues stared at him with wonder. Some started snickering, misinterpreting his haste. They probably thought he had a clandestine rendezvous he wanted to keep. Which was so far from the truth he almost burst into laughter. Landon walked out to his car in haste and got in quickly. He didn't want to waste too much time. He knew he didn't have a warrant. But he had his badge. And he was convincing enough that they would have no choice but to listen to him.

Chapter 2 “Okay, here’s the idea,” I continue, my throat dry so I grab my beer for a quick sip, the cool liquid doing nothing to calm the fire starting low in my belly. “We grab a jar or a bowl, whatever’s around, and everyone writes down dares on slips of paper. Dirty ones, the stuff we’d never admit out loud normally. Then we draw one at a time, and whoever pulls it has to do it. We set a timer if needed, but the point is to let go, see where it takes us.”

The rain hammered against the tall arched windows of the university library like it wanted to break in. I glanced at the clock on the circulation desk, 9:47 PM. Only thirteen minutes until closing, and the storm had already emptied the building. Most students had fled hours ago when the sky turned black.

A gift for all my slow romance erotica lovers, a short story from: dividing and conquering the professor I,II,III Lily's POV With my tongue tucked in my cheeks, I press the new toy against my pussy wall and the strong vibration causes my body to shake. “Ahh…” the small whimper that slips out, bounces off the bathroom wall. Biting my lips and pressing my thighs together only makes my moans come out louder. It's been too long since I got fucked, too long that a vibrator feels like paradise to me at the moment.

The morning sun climbed higher and the light through the window turned from pale to gold. "Can I ask you something?" I said. "Anything." "The first time you ever did that. Were you nervous?" He set down his fork. "Terrified. I was seventeen. Her name was Claire. We were in her basement. It lasted about thirty seconds." I laughed. "Thirty seconds?" "Maybe less. I was so embarrassed I did not talk to her for a week." "That makes me feel better." "Good. First times are always awkward. That is the point. They are not about being perfect. They are about being new."

One moment at a time. ***