300 Words Short Stories 소설 & 이야기

I would then watch some milf p**n and get off before I went to bed. Opening my eyes, I cleared my mind and re-read the first half of the story. I then started to type. The first few sentences were forced, but as time went on, I caught on and my fingers started to blur across the keyboard. As always when I wrote I became immersed in the story and got more into than I had thought I would. When I typed the words "The End" I sat back and after rubbing my tired eyes was surprised to see it was ten fifteen.

Every step made them bounce and sent fresh drops sliding down my belly. The attendant greeted me with a knowing smile. “Today is your first group session, Elena. Three clients have booked you together for a full four-hour ‘competitive milking’ experience. They are all very experienced and have requested maximum sluttiness. They want you loud, dripping, and begging for more. Safe word remains ‘mercy,’ but they’ve asked that you only use it if you truly need to stop. Otherwise, they want you to act like the greedy little milk slut you are.” My pussy clenched hard at her words. The idea of three rich, hungry men using me at once while draining my tits made me feel deliciously dirty.

It’s going to be a tough working day! AUTHOR’S NOTE: Some chapters are split in two parts because they are very long, sometimes over 3 thousand words. This way they will be less expensive for you all. Comment if you are appreciating the story.

I was still so wet from touching myself earlier, and being this close to him was only making it worse. We carried our mugs to the small kitchen table and sat down. The conversation kept going, but it was filled with an unspoken tension band. Jake asked about my job and how I spent my free time. I answered honestly, telling him how much I had been missing real connection and physical touch. He listened without interrupting, his eyes never leaving my face. Every time he leaned forward or shifted in his seat, our knees would brush under the table. And each little touch sent sparks straight between my legs.

Marcus leaned back against the desk crossing his arms so the fabric pulled tight across his chest. “Predatory depends on consent Sarah. If both parties are adults and they want it, who the hell are we to judge the heat between them? Take these classic stories. The men aren’t saints. They’re flawed hungry bastards who see something they crave and go after it. The women aren’t victims either. They’re dripping for it. Wet and reckless because the forbidden touch sets their skin on fire.” Fuck. My face burned. I uncrossed my legs and felt a slick rush between them. The way he said dripping made my clit throb.

Every chapters of my story contain 3,000-5,000 words kaya medyo madami ang pag-iisipan. Pag dama mo kasi ang kwento mo, hindi mo mamamalayan na nasa ganoong word count ka na pala. Minsan din nahihirapan ako kaya medyo nagiging 2-3 days before maka-finished ako nang isang chapter. Sa writers block naman, ang ginagawa ko lang ay i-re-read iyong story ko then take down kung ano ang idadagdag. Saka every saturday and sunday hindi ako nag-susulat dahil pahinga ko iyon.

“How long?” Mr Chanda laughed. “Thirty minutes.” “Great!” She said with one hand tied into a fist to warm up her fighting spirit. “I got this.” “Yes you got this,” Mr Chanda echoed her words with a reassuring smile. “Finish up and head upstairs.” “Yes boss.” Natasha answered enthusiastically.

It can tell you off with a string of cuss words in a heartbeat and then suck the cocks of 3 men in a swingers group dry in 10 minutes (according to my brother), something I may also write about in the future…But she is kind and always willing to help. Eva is short, about 4’10”, and “sturdy,” in her mid-30s and of Polish-American descent. Her eyes are wide-set and her brunette hair is thick and curly. She has good hips and the good wide ass of a mother of three. Her legs are short and thick, but smooth and seem to belong to a teenager. She takes care of herself. She’s a working-class woman with attitude. She laughs easily with people she knows.

“How long have we known each other?” Jasmine asked her friend. Eyes on her, he answered. “Three years.” “Let's sit,” She said. He obliged and joined her on the stairs. He knew that whatever she has to say was heavy. She turned to him with a bright smile, “If you were a sex worker, how much would you charge for a week?” “An entire week?” Jasmine nodded. “Yes.” This was one of the reasons she loved him. His ability to entertain her many out-of-the-world questions without deeming her crazy or shushing her.

Dear Readers, We’re closing in on 300 chapters and soaring past 300,000 words! I can’t believe how far we’ve come, and it’s all thanks to you. This story wouldn’t be what it is without your time, energy, and unfiltered reactions pushing me forward.