A Short Story Novelas e Histórias

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I shouldn’t have come to work today. If it were up to me, I’d still be curled up in bed, lying in frustration. But here I was, slumped lazily behind my desk, forcing myself to look busy. Forcing myself to work. I flipped through a stack of assignments, from the freshmen literature class, anything to distract myself from the restless ache burning between my thighs. That was when I saw it. Noah’s paper. The instructions I had given were simple: write a short romance story of your choice. Most students had submitted predictable storylines,—sweet shy crushes, innocent first kisses. But Noah’s title stopped me cold.

“One drink. And you stay close to me. No wandering off.” Relief flooded through me as well as something much more dangerous than that. “Thank you.” I’d told my best friend I was exploring for the night. I was supposed to give her the details after I was back, but how could I tell her I met her father at a BDSM club and told him to show me around?

Are you ready? Of course you are. Who wouldn’t be? Right then, let’s begin. Here’s a biographic book review that I can read out to you for my lecture. It’s a bit of a boring piece, but it’s perfect for this exercise. This is a story about a young man who wanted to travel the world and experience everything at least once before he died. His name was Magellan. He lived a few hundred years before our time and it was this ambition of his that opened up the two hemispheres of the world to each other. Ah, did I see you yawn already. Perfect! Time to take off something... let’s start with these shoes. Ah, how liberating. Oh, look at my little toes... perfectly manicured and polished with glossy red

BEFORE YOU READ Nobody is coming to save you. Themes: Forced Proximity, Snowed In, Size Difference, Breeding Kink. This story features a possessive, reclusive hero who hasn't seen a woman in years. Expect primal play, rough sex, and intense possessiveness. (***) Gabrielle

Chapter 2: Finger fucking in class I walked into Professor Harlan’s lecture hall the next morning wearing my shortest skirt yet, my heart pounding with excitement. I had no panties underneath, it was just my smooth, bare skin that was already getting slick from the thrill of what I planned to do. After yesterday’s little show in Blake’s office, I knew I had his attention, and now I was going to push him further.

My short hair felt sticky under the cap and I wiped sweat from my neck. A girl two seats over leaned toward me during the first icebreaker shout. “Hey new face, what's your name and one fun fact? I cleared my throat and dropped my voice low. “Alex. I like soccer and keeping shit low key.” She giggled. “Cool Alex you look like you could kick ass on the field. I’m Mia by the way. My fun fact is I can shotgun a beer in under ten seconds.” “Nice one Mia, maybe I will see you try that sometime,” I said, keeping it short but forcing a grin.

By sunset, that ache had turned into a throbbing, dripping need. No boyfriend. No rules. Just seven days to be a greedy, horny slut. I grabbed the resort tablet and opened the Concierge app. Private Companions. I selected exactly what I wanted: Male. Very tall. Extremely muscular. Hung like a fucking horse. Expert tongue and stamina. No limits. One night. I hit submit, already soaked. Thirty minutes later, a firm knock sounded at the door. I opened it and felt my pussy clench at the sight of him.

I smile at my daughter and say, “Over medium, please.” Then she looks at Gabriel, fighting a smile. “Can you eat better than you can dance?” The girls erupt into laughter, and Gabriel holds his hands up in defeat. “Look at it this way, ladies: I gave you a great story.” Britanya looks between me and Gabriel and winks. “Doesn’t seem like the story’s over.”

Introduction: Grace was never supposed to become beautiful—certainly not overnight. A mysterious red fruit changes everything… and puts her in danger. As her life transforms, so do the people around her. Friends turn hostile. Secrets are watched, recorded, and stolen. Someone is determined to expose her at any cost—no matter how far they have to go. What begins as a fake relationship with the powerful and enigmatic Adrian Moore slowly blurs into something real. But when obsession escalates into crime and the past comes back with threats, one question remains: