300 Words Short Stories Novels & Stories

Anything to avoid walking into Rhett again while he was dripping and glowing and smug. But the man had no boundaries. By noon, he was shirtless again. This time in joggers that did nothing to hide the fact that God clearly had favorites. “I made coffee,” he said, holding out a mug like peace offering number two. I took it without a word and sipped. It was good. Of course it was. He leaned against the counter. “So what’s your story, Lana?” “My story?” “Yeah. Everyone’s got one. Especially women who move into apartments expecting old ladies and get dick instead.”

He put the three fingers together and started fingering me harder, making sure that with each thrust of his finger inside of me, he was hitting my G spot. My legs felt number and I was trying so hard so keep them wide open even as he was pushing down his three fingers into it with so much force. “Ahhh…” “Tell me baby.” “My pussy wants to be eaten out, with your tongue roaming round every area, and your lips kissing each part. My pussy wants to be sucked so good that by the time you are done, I can barely find my stance and I would be so wet that the guests would see my cum through my clothes.”

Some stories started with hate. This one ended with everything.

The air in the office was thick, heavy with the scent of sex and the heavy, humid heat of three women breaking every vow they had ever taken. "Let's cum together," Colette growled, her voice a primal command. "Yeah... ugh, fuck," Claire wailed, unable to hold back any longer. "I'm cumming too…fuck, I'm cumming too!" Joan declared, her voice rising to a frantic, broken sob as she drove her own fingers into her own pussy, faster and harder, her body arching in sync with the other two. The three women collapsed into a single, writhing mass of sensation.

Abby ~•~ My heart hammered in my chest as I stepped through the velvet curtain into the club, and it had nothing to do with the music. This was insane. I was twenty-one, freshly legal for this kind of place, but I’d read, heard, and watched a lot of things about these kinds of places. I couldn’t resist it even if I tried. I wanted to experience it, even if it was once.

Pinky squinted to read it, her eyes tracing the loops and crosses. "Collection of short stories for ladies," the title read. "Stories of desire, of awakening, of the first time." Pinky blinked, her eyes widening as she read on. The handwriting was feminine, secretive, as if the writer were sharing her most guarded thoughts with only the pages. It was a confession. A revelation. As she began to read.

“Tell them we’re okay… while I’m balls deep inside you.” “H-hello!” I called out, voice shaky as he slammed into me. “We’re… we’re fine in here!” “Good girl,” he praised, biting my shoulder. His cock drove deeper, hitting that perfect spot over and over. “Keep talking while I ruin this pussy.” I could barely form words. Pleasure was building fast despite the danger. “We… we got trapped by the blizzard. Just… just the two of us.” Jax reached around and rubbed my clit faster, his hips snapping relentlessly. “You’re squeezing my cock so tight, little sis. You love this, don’t you? Getting fucked while rescuers are ten feet away.”

This journey of writing has been a voyage of self-discovery, where I have learned as much about myself as I have about the craft of storytelling. I believe that stories are the threads that weave our shared human experience. They have the power to transcend cultural, geographical, and temporal boundaries, reminding us of our common humanity. Whether through the written word, oral tradition, or digital mediums, stories connect us, inspire us, and challenge us to grow. It is my hope that my words will find a resonance with readers, that they will evoke emotions, provoke thoughts, and spark conversations.

{Dear Readers, I'm Apologying for adding this short story here in this book. Actually I am lacking 3k words in completing the words target that's why I did this. "Bond of Hearts" book is a short story of two chapters of 6k words. Both chapters are merged in one for you to read. Please forgive me for this. Enjoy. Thanks for your time love and support. Lots of love hugs and kisses from ShineeSunshine} ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

📖(✿˶˘ ³˘)~♡ MIMO'S POV (｡❛ᴗ❛｡)📖 I could not sleep peacefully after what I had read in his email! He wanted me to create a ten thousand words short story, and it's romance. I don't have any idea right now, and no plots are coming to my mind. I check the time, and it's already 10 am. I didn't even type a single word on my laptop. I would like to know why he suddenly asked me to create a story!