300 Words Short Stories Novels & Stories

I slumped against him and he held me gently, nothing like the man who had slammed my head against the wall minutes ago. “You good, kitten?” He asked softly and I wanted to speak but I couldn't so I nodded instead. “Why didn't you say the safe word?” “Because I wanted it.” I whispered, my lips curving into a wide smile even though my ass and legs were crying out in pain and soreness. But this was who I was. A masochist who lived and breathed pain. “Come on, let's get you washed up.” He muttered, picking me up and I clung to him.

Kai is a man in his early thirties, ocean blue eyes, down turned lips, chiseled jaw, broad shoulders and he was very tall and insanely attractive. I can feel my juice drip down to my leg whenever he talks. There is just this aura around him that makes it really hard for me to focus when I'm with him. "Hey Kai, I thought I was going to have to wait for you." I eventually responded, smiling as I walked closer to him. "Nah, you kidding. You know damn well I'm thirty minutes earlier than you." He chuckled. "Well, I was caught up in something. Anyways, what are we working on tonight?" I asked, already dropping my water bottle somewhere.

The cabin echoed with our cries, the fire crackling, as they marked me with their mouths, leaving me spent but craving. Chapter Three – Unbridled Ecstasy The firelight danced across the cabin walls, the night deepening, but the passion between us burned brighter, a wildfire consuming all restraint. My body was a canvas of their desire—bruises on my thighs, bite marks on my breasts, pussy and ass stretched from their relentless assault—yet the hunger raged. They loomed over me, the auburn one’s eyes glinting, the curvy one’s lips curved in a wicked smile.

I experience a short reprieve as shorter brown haired man shoves him unconfidently out of the way. I’m very grateful, I must say, that this cock is quite a bit wider but far shorter at maybe only 4 inches. This little man couldn’t cover me in filth like the previous 7 inch cock, and I can’t help but beg for them to please, please destroy my body; to use me the way they would a streetwalker, a WHORE!

She will no longer waste her tears on someone incapable of fighting and standing up for her. Channy closed her eyes for a few moments before opening them again. She took another long breath before grabbing her purse and finding the strength to leave. It took her 30 minutes to drive from her condo to the hotel where they had arranged to meet. Her phone rang as soon as she walked into the hotel. She instantly scanned the message's content. The message's contents, "I can't wait to see you," made her heart ache once more. Channy shook her head and whispered, "This is for the best, heart. This is for your good," she said before putting her phone back in her purse and walking to the hotel room whe

“You’ve been working on it all weekend.” “I’ve got plenty of sources willing to tell me their story?” I said. “And I’ve got data from the college’s records. I have to keep expanding the outline.” “I would keep the article shorter than the report,” Victor suggested. “More people will read a shorter article. When most people see a lot of words on a page, they tend to skim the text or stop reading.” I nuzzled his neck. “I’ll write the longer report to be released to some outlets and condense the story for the newspapers.”

Jordan asked. "20, 000 words," Trix replied dryly. Jordan whistled, not expecting that response. How could a slacker, sophomore with no writer experience write 20,000 words in one night. "What do have to write about," Jordan asked amused. "The retelling of a fairytale." "Which one are going to choose," Jordan asked a small smile on his face. Trix furrowed her brows in concentration. "I don't know," she said after a long gap of silence. Now more than ever, she wished that she had done that book review. She sighed frustrated.

“Sit. Open the document on your laptop. The journal entry. Read the first three paragraphs aloud and slowly.” My hands shook as I obeyed. The screen glowed with my own desperate prose. I started reading, my voice barely a whisper at first. “He watches me like he knows every filthy thought I hide behind polite answers. When he says my name, my core clenches, empty and desperate for the thick stretch of him. I imagined him bending me over his desk, lifting my skirt and…” “Stop.” His commanding voice stopped me. “Slower. Savour each word, let me hear how wet it makes you.”

I felt my pussy contract at his words, grasping at something that wasn’t there yet I desperately craved. “Just focus on the stars, baby.” he licked up and down my neck while his fingers finally parted my folds, finding my clit. He rubbed the bundle of nerves until I shook. I stared up at the ceiling as shooting stars and comets zipped by. I felt myself getting close, as if I could join those heavenly bodies up in the sky.

If I can't do it? “You gonna do it if I can't?” I asked again to be sure. “Yes, sure,” she replied, grinning hard. I was hesitant but then nodded my head, but she shook her head too. “Words please.” I swallowed, before letting out a short answer. “Yes” and she smiled at me. "I dare you…" She paused for a moment looking over to Frank's table. "To grind on Frank right here, and make him hard, and you must grind for 30 minutes.