Novel & Cerita Anr Stories

Author's Note This book is a short compilation of erotic stories. Please note that not all entries are heavily erotic—some lean more toward emotional moments, dramatic tension, or character interaction. Also, 99% of these stories don’t follow a traditional plot, so don’t be confused if there's no clear beginning, middle, or end. They’re written more for mood, moments, and expression than full narratives. Enjoy the ride,no overthinking needed. 😉 ********************************************* Kael didn’t wait.

Thanks again for giving my story a chance and please don't forget to drop a gem or a comment on how you think things are going so far! s. Jones

For this reason, I decided to move all then into strange short stories, that is already a storybook of different themes. The w******l policy does not allow me to remove or delete those books, so they will remain there but as a "paused" book. You can find only the introduction of those books on w******l and no else more. But there you can find some covers I made for those stories and that I can not upload here. The stories of a single chapter will continue to be published, of course. Each volume of Strange short stories will have 3 medium-sized stories and about 10 short stories.

With Myra’s deeply-controlled life, she had only Sierra and their other two friends, mostly Sierra. “I won’t tell Uncle Fred,” she whispered, puckering her lips as she teased her stepsister about her newfound relationship. Hart put an arm around Myra’s waist, although he didn’t say a word. So, what was there to do now? Would Angelo find them as they were here? Myra reflected silently, engrossing herself in a game of Bejeweled. Right now, she couldn’t be bothered much about Jake’s whereabouts or what he did with the unknown girl. It wasn’t her problem. She understood that first loves typically didn’t work out, although sometimes, thinking about Jake upset her.

If only you knew how much more than just another model you truly are. THE END <3 Stay tuned for 3rd story JUST ANOTHER NOTCH ANA AND WILLIAM

Chapter Five. Mirabel stayed on the couch for a few more minutes after Aunt Carla went to bed, her mind made up. Her aunt’s words kept ringing in her ears: *“If you want him, you might need to make the first real move… Take what you want.”* She quietly went upstairs, slipped into her room, and closed the door. Still feeling the ache between her legs, she lay on her bed thinking about her deep p**n addiction. For years she had secretly watched endless videos of girls getting fucked, moaning shamelessly as thick cocks stretched their pussies. She had always wondered what it would really feel like to have a real dick buried deep inside her cunt instead of just her fingers.

“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?

Talks that makes my head bangs. My father-in-law is gesturing with his cigar, talking about the some shares of the family corporation, while Sam nods along, checking his phone every few seconds to look at whatever he’s looking at. Marie is sitting on the sofa next to her mother-in-law, politely laughing at a story about a charity gala that I didn’t even bother to listen to. It is all so meaningless, nonsense talks of corporate matters and family small talk that feels like a prison, especially when I can feel Zane’s eyes burning into the side of my face from his spot near the fireplace.

My thighs trembled, the muscles jumping as I fought the urge to spread my legs wider, to beg him for another finger, for his whole hand. Instead, I gripped the edge of the table. He shifted his hand, adding a second finger. The stretch made me gasp, my eyes squeezing shut for a fraction of a second. Two fingers now, thrusting in unison, scissoring slightly inside me, opening me up. The pressure was immense, a fullness that crowded out every thought except the sensation of being used right here in the open. "100 million dollars," Aaron suddenly said, voice filled with authority. The entire room gasped.

Well there was only two weeks left for Sam to enjoy her and he was doing that as much as he could. Not that he didn't actually enjoy the class itself as he had indeed been writing for the last couple of years. The only problem was what he was writing was dirty naughty stories, or as most web sites called it; erotic stories. Sam was pretty good at it and at the urging of his then girlfriend Stacey, had submitted some of his books to an eeotic story site named Erotic dom where under the pen name Dirtyfantasies, and had gotten some good reviews.