A Short Novel Novels & Stories

Approval must be earned. I add a new line: Sees everything. Says nothing. Dangerous. Then I delete the whole document. Because I’m not studying him anymore. I’m learning him. And that’s not part of the plan. Sienna texts me: You okay? I stare at the phone. I type: No. Then I delete it. I type: I think I just met a man who’s not Ethan. I delete that too. Finally, I send: Meridian’s gonna crush. Sleep well.

‘Sorry’ until, finally, I got to my seat. I glanced either side of me. I was between a girl snuggled up to her boyfriend, her tousled blonde head resting blissfully on his shoulder, and a guy in a light coloured shirt and dark jeans. Trying not to fidget unduly and further annoy those who were already comfortably settled, I sat down and discreetly adjusted my skirt. There wasn’t a lot of room for manoeuvre here, because I’d chosen to wear a very short, flimsy little number that barely covered my thighs.

I have tried to seduce Lena countless times, but she always shyly pulled away like she was scared of getting tainted by me. I wanted to break that innocence. I wanted to hear her scream out my name in pleasure while I pounded her from behind as her huge tits bounced from the impact. I have envisioned this fantasy so hard that thinking about it made my dick twitch in my pants painfully. I fantasized about how warm her tight cunt would feel when I was balls deep inside her. How it would feel like when I fucked her mouth while those innocent brown orbs looked up to me like I was her salvation. And I would worship her like the goddess she was, if only she would give me a chance.

“George is the name. And I'm two and seven inches. As at when I last checked.” “What do you mean by that? You think that rubbish between your legs will grow any longer?” Anna scolded him with a scornful smirk and he shrank back into his seat. George was the guy who mistakenly called Anna, miss instead of madam earlier. “Next person!” Anna shouted. “My name is Adam, madam. And, I'm three and a quarter inches.” “Michael. Three and four inches” “I'm Jeremiah. Jerry for short and I'm two and six inches”

There was still hope! I held my breath, hoping the silence would help her notice the phone ringing above me. Sure enough, Mom walked straight to the refrigerator this time. A sliver of light slipped in from outside. She squatted in front of the fridge and peered inside suspiciously. Above my head, the phone chirped and sang, "Hush, little baby, don't say a word, Mama's going to buy you a mockingbird. And if that mockingbird don't sing, Mama's going to buy you a diamond ring."

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Sam was sitting on his desk trying so hard to focus on the copies of books in front of him, but he was losing the battle. What he was trying to read was nowhere near as interesting as Miss Linda's amazing backside. His teacher, Miss Linda, was wearing a pair blue heeled sandals which were accompanied by a short blue skirt that could only be referred to as a mini skirt. Miss Linda's skirt was so short that I was high above her knees and as she stood in front of the class, writing on the board, the sight of the backs of her trimmed thigh had Sam dick, raging hard in his short

Easy access. The whole Uber ride to the coffee shop, I kept my thighs pressed together, acutely aware of how wet I was, how exposed I felt. Every bump in the road made the friction unbearable. I wanted to slide my hand between my legs and finish what I'd started last night, but I didn't. He'd told me not to come. So I wouldn't. Good little slut. Following Daddy's orders. I arrived at Brew Haven ten minutes early and ordered a latte I didn't want, just to have something to do with my hands. The coffee shop was busy—businesspeople on laptops, students studying, couples on dates. Normal people doing normal things.

She stood slowly, licking her mouth like a cat with cream. “Your turn,” she said. Aisha didn’t hesitate. She spun them so Marisol’s back hit the lockers, then dropped to her knees. Marisol’s khakis were already unbuttoned; Aisha tugged them down along with black boyshorts. And there she was. Marisol’s cock was thick, uncut, already hard and flushed dark at the tip. A bead of precome glistened at the slit. Aisha wrapped her hand around the base—hot, velvet over steel—and looked up.

A gift for all my slow romance erotica lovers, a short story from: dividing and conquering the professor I,II,III Lily's POV With my tongue tucked in my cheeks, I press the new toy against my pussy wall and the strong vibration causes my body to shake. “Ahh…” the small whimper that slips out, bounces off the bathroom wall. Biting my lips and pressing my thighs together only makes my moans come out louder. It's been too long since I got fucked, too long that a vibrator feels like paradise to me at the moment.