315 Stories Novels & Stories

Some of them have even taken her home and— Cheers erupted again when someone else, a middle-aged woman, stepped onto the stage and Lena stood beside her as she twirled her hair seductively. “Who will be going home with her tonight? Start bidding!” The woman yelled, and I watched as Charles stepped forward excitedly. “Five hundred dollars.” “One thousand dollars!” “Two thousand!” “Three!” “Ten thousand!” Kale, who was watching uninterested, leaned closer to me and whispered. “All this money for one chick? Ain't she too privileged?” He asked and I didn't bother replying to him as I stepped forward slowly. “One hundred thousand dollars,” I announced and the whole room went silent immediately as

The bench was cold under my skirt, leaves crunching as people jogged by. I pulled out my phone, habit pulling me back to the app. There he was again…Lex. This time, I read the details. Thirty-five, architect, into ‘exploring dynamics.’ Whatever that meant. I messaged him before I could overthink: >Your bio intrigues me. What's your idea of pushing limits?< His reply came fast: >Depends on yours. Coffee tomorrow?< My stomach flipped. Simple, direct. No games. I typed back: >Sure. 7 PM at The Grind on 5th?<

He bit, then licked, then bit again. “You still think I stole sleep from you,” he said, pushing my thighs apart. I had put lube in the drawer after the mixer like a man planning a crime. He found it without asking how it got there. Two slick fingers pushed in. “I did. You stole the story. You tell people I used you. I tell people you walked. Both true.” “You used my work.” “I used everything. Including this.” He curled his fingers. My back left the bed. “You asked for harder in your head the second I locked that door. Say it out loud this time.”

Colette gasped, a sharp sound that Rosemary immediately interpreted as a reaction to the news. "Oh, I know, Mother! It’s scandalous, isn't it?" Rosemary continued, oblivious, her eyes wide with inquisitive fervor. "The Bishop is waiting for a report by sundown." Under the desk, Claire found her target. She pressed her lips to the damp, heat-heavy pussy of the Reverend Mother, her tongue darting out with a hungry, invasive flick. Colette’s back went rigid. She couldn't breathe. She couldn't think. The sensation was immediate and overwhelming…

For this reason, I decided to move all then into strange short stories, that is already a storybook of different themes. The w******l policy does not allow me to remove or delete those books, so they will remain there but as a "paused" book. You can find only the introduction of those books on w******l and no else more. But there you can find some covers I made for those stories and that I can not upload here. The stories of a single chapter will continue to be published, of course. Each volume of Strange short stories will have 3 medium-sized stories and about 10 short stories.

STRIPTEASING A BUSINESS MAN Aurora's POV "So, I was thinking if we could just incorporate some of the previous samples into this one." Mrs Bennett suggested. I'm currently on a business trip. I have about two to three clients to tend to before going back. Mrs Bennett was just the first client and I was already frustrated. She was already married but she wants to plan a surprise party for her husband on their second anniversary. Weird right? But, I don't care. I can't teach people how to spend their money but she is frustrating me. I fear I might end up strangling her if she suggests something else.

“Depression… and a very unhealthy coping mechanism.” “Which is?” “Sex?” Oh! “How long?” It was none of my business but I don't know… she seemed interesting. “About eight months.” I was about to ask why but she beat me to it. Either she could read my mind through these wooden walls, or she was just a chronic oversharer. Was it contagious?

On our wedding day, my fiancée and brother died in a tragic crash, and the shock left my mother completely bedridden. Everyone blamed me, saying I brought misfortune and death to everyone around me. However, I didn't even have time to grieve. I worked myself to the bone, hauling concrete at construction sites by day and delivering food by night, just to afford my mother's medical bills. Then came the day I took a side job wearing a mascot suit for a grand opening event. One employee mentioned, "Our boss is super rich and handsome, and his wife is so sweet. Their family is so loving. They even rescue stray cats and dogs all the time!" I stayed quiet, only worried about whether I'd make it

"Say it. What do you want?" His hand grabbed one of my breasts and fumbled with the nipple. "I want... it," I breathed out, biting my lip. "You want what?" he asked, his finger still deep inside me. My whole body was shaking from the sensation. I could feel my orgasm building up. "I want your finger inside me," I said. "Good girl. I will finger your little pussy so deep, Sara." And he did. ⸻ "Good morning, Sara." A yawning Layla walked into the kitchen. I gave her a look. "Good morning, sleepyhead. You sleep like a corpse."

Renata was a girl who lived very modestly in a popular neighborhood in Mexico, she lived with her parents and three sisters, one of them was already married and had done very well, she had a very strong character and was the only one who faced her father without fear of being beaten. One day when she was still living with them, she came home from work and her father was hitting her mother, she interposed herself and her father was ready to hit her too, so she said to him: "Come on, hit me, hit me, hit me, hit me, hit me, hit me, hit me, hit me, hit me, hit me, hit me, hit me, hit me, hit me: