A Short Story Novels & Stories

Chapter 2: Sex with my best friend: Tale of a Bi- curious boy. Just to refresh memories, my name is Chris. I’m a bi-curious 19 year old with short, blonde hair. I’m about six feet tall with a nicely sculpted body. Skinny by nature, frisky by choice. My friend, Alex, is slightly shorter and skinnier than I am; again with blonde hair and a few muscles here and there.

The library stood silent, its towering bookshelves casting long shadows under the dim overhead lights, a sanctuary of knowledge where I retreated to lose myself in words. I was introverted, my mind a labyrinth of intellect, but beneath my reserved exterior simmered a curiosity about my own hidden fantasies—erotic encounters in quiet, public spaces, a thrill I’d explored before with lovers past. My skirt brushed my thighs as I moved, a book in hand, the rustle of pages masking the quickening of my breath as I imagined being caught in passion here.

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.

The build is quick, and since I'm still sensitive, I climax fast, hoping we can do this over and over again. This Creampie Massage.

My narrow waist and small frame slid right into the leftover corner, while Knox climbed in after me and took up almost all the room that was left. He’s built way bigger than me in every direction, and his tattooed arms filled up the window side. I ended up pressed flat against the door, my thighs jammed right against his because there was literally nowhere else for them to go. I’ve always been small, and I end up looking almost like a femboy without even trying. My waist dips in, and my ass rounds out under pretty much any pair of shorts I pull on. Guys at school have been staring at me since last year. They watch my hips when I walk down the hallway, and they always find stupid excuses to s

Amanda sat in her small apartment in Surulere after another long, boring day at the office. Twenty-four years old, with a tight athletic body from years of gym work — perky C-cup tits, a tiny waist that curved out into a fat, juicy ass that made men stare. She was tired. Tired of vanilla boyfriends who lasted five minutes and called it romance. She wanted to be used. Broken. Turned into something less than a person.

The lecture hall was still buzzing with chatter as I gathered my books after the final class of the day. I was wearing one of my favorite outfits — a short, pleated skirt that showed off my long legs and a tight white blouse that hugged my full breasts, the top two buttons left undone so just a hint of cleavage peeked out. The bruise on my left nipple had faded to a faint mark, but every time the fabric brushed against it I remembered Daddy’s mouth and fingers claiming that same spot.

Title: Stranger in the Dark Room Chapter 2: I stepped out of that small storage room on shaky legs, my ass still throbbing from the hard fuck. The club music hit me again like a wave, but everything felt distant now. My mind was replaying the way that stranger had used me so roughly against the wall. I could still feel the stretch, the way his thick cock had pounded deep. Cum from my own load had dried on my stomach under my shirt, and my hole felt slick and open.

We lay there in the dark, the city lights flickering in the distance. "I love you guys," she whispered, her voice barely a thread. "We love you, Gabriella," Arden said. "Always," Brent added. I just pulled her closer, claiming her lips fiercely, my heart beating in time with hers. The war was over. The game was won. And the prize was the only thing that ever mattered. Her. She would be ours forever. Ours to break, to fuck, to tame, to ruin. Our pretty princess and our submissive little slut. Our sweet Gabriella. THE END

"My pussy wants you again. When can we fuck?" Rachel went to the store after breakfast. Princess showed up twenty minutes later wearing a tiny tank top and shorts so short they barely covered her ass. She walked straight into the living room and pulled the tank top off. Her tits bounced free. "Lock the door," I told her. My voice came out rough. Princess clicked the lock and turned around. "I have been wet since last night," she said. She pushed her shorts down and stepped out of them. Nothing underneath. Her smooth pussy already glistened.