5 Minute Short Stories For Adults の小説・ストーリー

She’s about to learn exactly how wrong feels when it’s oh so right. These are not stories that ask for patience. They demand surrender. This isn’t just erotica. This is your escape. Your little rebellion. Your delicious, dirty secret. Whatever it is, don’t fight it. That’s what this is for. So take a breath. Sink into it and let these stories take you exactly where you want to go. Now turn the page. Your adventure begins here.

I'm gonna post a few short stories there for you to enjoy. author_mariyam

Since White had a coupon, we could go for 2 hours, but were we really gonna sing for that long? I can see why this kind of place would be fun with students but I think it'd be better if there were more people. It's kind of weird with just the two of us. "Do you wanna order something some food or a drink?" White asked as he looked through this weird book that had a list of songs. "Can you do that here?" I replied. "Here." He handed me a menu. "You can use that telecom over there on the wall to call somebody to make an order."

Hello Forbidden Love Stories Readers and Fans. I like to know what kind of story or tales would you like in this book next. I was thinking to go back to our starting days of the FLS sensual short stories of 1-3 chapters. If you agree, Like this chapter and leave comments and your opinions. I have many amazing full of lust and love short stories ready to go live for you guys. These are all my personal favorite premium short stories which I have been saving for days and it is time this gold comes to light to meet the readers.

I rubbed my thighs against each other, and God help me, the fire down there was killing me! I'd been so horny since I resumed my duty and I'd planned to use my break to ease that tension. I'd watched p**n videos to help me get prepared before I touched myself. But apparently, a ten minute break wasn't clearly enough to watch and masturbate. I smoothened my fingers over my tight pink skirt, the simple action stirring heat under my skin. Oh God. My eyes widened as I scanned the area. Lots and lots of people were trooping into the hotel today, and that meant I was going to be here for a while.

I leave her surprised and sexually satisfied. I got to my apartment at 2am. Grabbing a bottle of whiskey, I pour two fingers and pull out my phone. Unblocking Elena's number, I called her. She picked in an instant. "Damien,” she purrs. "I thought you'd call sooner." "You want a story?" I sat down on my designated sofa. "Then come get it. Tomorrow, 9 PM. No camera." "And the little stripper?" "She has no business with us." "That's not what she said."

Only the words “Valid for one weekend. Use once. Burn after.” She stared at the picture every night while her vibrator buzzed between her legs and her husband slept in the next room. The fantasies grew darker each time. Five strangers. A penthouse suite. No names. No limits except the safe word she knew she would never use. Just a weekend of being used so thoroughly she would feel them for weeks. Friday arrived cold and wet. She told her husband she was having a girls’ night in the city. He kissed her cheek and told her to have fun. She almost came right there in the doorway from the guilt and the thrill.

She kisses me back with shy eagerness. The End (or is it only the beginning?) That is it for my short story about Lilly and Mr. Storm. I hope that you liked to read it as much as I liked to write it.

Bring condoms. On my way. I set down my bag quietly and walked into the living room. Sat on the couch. Crossed my legs. And waited. The sounds from the bedroom continued—louder now, more desperate. They were close to finishing. I checked my watch. Timed it. Marcus lasted exactly four minutes from the time I sat down to when I heard his telltale groan. Four minutes. Pathetic. I wondered if that was why I'd stopped wanting him. Hard to stay attracted to a man who treated sex like a sprint instead of a marathon.