5 Minute Short Stories For Adults Novels & Stories

“I’m such a horrible person… but I need your cock.” We could hear voices right outside the door, laughter, the bride’s excited giggles, people calling out instructions. The risk was higher than ever. Adrian fucked me relentlessly, his hand covering my mouth as I came hard the first time, my pussy gushing around his cock. He didn’t slow down. He kept pounding me, whispering filthy things in my ear. “I’m going to marry her in two hours,” he growled, choking me lightly, “but I’m breeding you right now. This pussy is mine. Say it.”

he panted, trying to get his breathing back to normal. ‎ ‎"Really? I've thought about taking your gym shorts off every morning when you walk past my house, but I could not bring myself to do or say anything" I whispered to his lips as he kissed me again. ‎ ‎"Well that makes two of us. I guess we could thank the heat wave, yeah" he added inbetween kisses. ‎

I texted her and then got a reply telling me it was a wrong number, we shared a few messages but then she didn't reply anymore, I didn't think anything of it but now I'm kind of bored so whatever. I unlock my cell phone and type. “Are you around?” *send* “Yes, what do you want? I'm busy now” “What are you doing?” “Nothing that concerns you” He answers bluntly and surprisingly makes me laugh. “Ruda… I like them that way” “I don't care how you like them, stop writing me” “Okay. Okay, I won't bother you anymore” “Thank you” “I'm bored, I won't stop writing you.” 5min later I don't get a reply and I snort. Bored.

Mr. Turner ~•~ The moment her thighs parted on my desk, I knew we had reached a point of no return. Five months. Five fucking months of this little tease prancing around my lecture halls with skirts that became shorter each day, spreading her legs just enough for me to catch a view of her lace, and even going commando some days. I'd spent the entire class half hard behind the podium, forcing myself to focus on the projector while she crossed and uncrossed her smooth legs every few minutes.

By the time the five minutes dragged to an end I was breathing fast, my cock leaking into my shorts, so hard it fucking ached. I climbed off him, legs trembling, and sat back in the middle. My head was spinning. Dylan didn’t even give me a second to catch my breath. “Your turn, Danny. Truth or dare?” “Dare,” I whispered, my voice barely there. I don’t know why I kept picking it. Maybe because part of me wanted this to keep going. Dylan’s eyes lit up. “Let me make out with you for thirty minutes. Right now.” Kylan’s head snapped toward him. “Dude, what the fuck? That’s too far. We’re not—”

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“Long week.” I nodded, throat tight. “Goodnight, Mr. Jeffrey.” He gave me a small smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes and headed upstairs. I waited exactly five minutes after I heard his bedroom door click shut. Five minutes of sitting on the edge of my bed, thighs pressed tight together, trying to talk myself out of it but the ache between my legs was already throbbing, wet and insistent, and every time I closed my eyes I saw him at the grill earlier, his shirtless sculpted body and forearms flexing while he flipped the steaks.

I came so hard my vision blurred, my chest heaving as I slumped back against the pillows. Shaking, I picked up the phone. I stopped the recording and quickly hit the share button. I typed a quick caption "I'm so wet for you." then clicked send to the contact at the top of my recent list. I tossed the phone aside, exhausted and sticky. An hour later, the front door slammed open.

She was looking over my shoulder at the same wall and reading some of them softly under her breath. “Hmmm, look at this one,” I said. “This person seems to have described our date last week in perfect detail.” It was a story about a woman who liked to be spanked and punished. “I like this one,” Carrie said, pointing to another. “I really think we should try and work this one into our next date.” The story was about a couple who arranged to act like strangers and meet up at a trashy bar and pick each other up. There were long descriptions about them fucking in the back of the bar as the guys playing pool watched and stroked their cues.

And now, for fourteen whole days, it was just the two of us in this massive modern house. I tried to distract myself by curling up on the big sectional couch with my laptop. It was late, the house was quiet, and my curiosity had been building for weeks. With shaking fingers, I typed in a p**n site I’d only visited once before. I chose something soft, a video titled “Gentle First Time” and plugged in my headphones.