11 Minutes Novels & Stories

I asked in anticipation as I saw Tristan. "So what?" Tristan asked, infuriating me. I was already impatient after I was shoved into the store room and he was prolonging the torture. "What's his time?" "Well, his timing is...," he paused for dramatic effect, "nineteen minutes and ten seconds, plus ten minutes minus twenty six minutes and fifty seconds plus five seconds multiplied by two and then divided by three, plus one hour minus fifty two minutes and thirty eight seconds-" "Tristan! Shut up and tell me his exact timing!" I knew I was close to punching Tristan by now if he kept this up.

He waited for eleven minutes. He knew it was eleven minutes because he checked the time when he sat down and checked it once more because he was who he was, and the interval between the two checks was eleven minutes, which was the length of a board call that wasn't going well and also the length of his shortest recent morning briefing and also, it turned out, the length of time it took him to drink a third of a very good Malbec.

“I’ve calculated the remaining travel time with a 97.6% accuracy rate. Approximately forty-two minutes, thirty-seven seconds, and twelve milliseconds.” Arian, never one to be outdone, added, “And if you include anticipated stops for restroom breaks and snack replenishment, the total time extends to approximately fifty minutes.” Cassian groaned dramatically. “I am emotionally unqualified to handle precise measurements of misery and joy simultaneously!” Lucian shot me a glance, shaking his head with a small smile. “Sometimes I forget we have three little mathematicians and one living, breathing drama queen in the back seat.” I laughed, reaching over to squeeze his hand. “At least it’s entertai

Imagine my cock is what’s slamming into you while my mouth devours you. 14:00 – 14:50 Final minute! Give me everything! I want to hear you gasping! I want to see your back arching! Work those fingers until they are a blur! Make it messy! Make it loud! Thirty seconds left! Faster! Faster! Don’t you dare fail me now! Think about how much you want to explode! Think about how much you need this release! 14:50 – 15:00 Ten! Nine! Eight! Seven! Six! Five! FOUR! THREE! TWO! ONE!

Just instantly there. "How far apart?" he asked. "Twelve minutes." "Pain level?" "Manageable, it's still early." He nodded, got dressed fast, made the calls to Garrett and Hannah. All of it done in under ten minutes with that sharp focus of a man who'd been through this once and wasn't about to waste time figuring it out again.

"Maybe less." I looked down at the digital clock on my dashboard. "We only have six hours total." "Then we move fast," Marcus said.

he commands, still eating me out vigorously. I scream as I cum on his face, shaking and letting my head fall into the pillows, taking shuddering breaths and breathing in and out slowly to compose myself. He lifts himself up, licking his lips and wiping them with his shirt, then rubbing them together. "How long was that?" he asks, picking his phone up from beside him. "Ooooh. One minute and three seconds." "You timed it?" I say, looking up at him. He grins at me and I push his chest. "You're annoying." I say, smiling.

Smiling, she takes a long drink. Finally! Reaching down, I set my timer for 15 minutes. Now all I need to do is wait.

she told him, huffing. “That means you’ve lost 19 more minutes. Alright then, you’ll have just fifteen minutes of rest altogether, and we proceed. Congratulations,” Killian smilingly applauded, much to her disgruntlement. But she didn’t dare to complain. What if he deducted an extra 8 minutes? She wouldn’t risk it.

Ash's point of view You never realise how long a minute is until you wait for those seconds to slowly tick by, especially when those seconds could be something that will change your life forever. then times that minute by three and fuck that's a long time! I look at Anna as I hold her shaking hand in mine and whisper. "Breathe baby, ……." She takes a deep breath as we wait for those last agonising thirty seconds. "It's time, baby…." I whisper; she shuts her eyes, clutching my hand as she says.