Classics Stories Novels & Stories

Until now, strange short stories had only very short stories. But from volume two I intend to add stories that have 10 to 20 captains as well. These stories are not so long nor have so much visibility as a separated book. For this reason, I decided to move all then into strange short stories, that is already a storybook of different themes.

Her husband ran out just as her pursuer pulled up,jumped from his car and yelled:'Lady,there's A MAN WITH A KNIFE HIDING IN YOUR BACKSEAT! I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy!

I didn’t know how it would happen, but I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I spent the rest of the afternoon recovering….my asshole was still deliciously sore from how hard I’d bounced on that thick dildo. I took a long shower, cleaned up everything and hid my new toys properly this time. I also got my OnlyFans account fully restored like he told me to. A few new subscribers joined after I posted a quick “I’m back 😌” teaser.

EMMA My body was still trembling, thighs slick with our mixed juices, when Sarah lifted herself off me. Her face glistened with my cum, lips swollen and shiny. I lay there on the couch, naked and panting, my perky tits heaving, my shaved pussy still pulsing and leaking from the intense orgasm she’d just given me. Jake stood beside us, his thick cock still half-hard, glistening with the last drops of his own release. The sight of his cum streaking across Mom’s ass and my thighs made my clit throb all over again.

"Used to be. Gave it up when the stories started costing more than they were worth." That answer carried weight, the kind that invited questions but also warned against them. I set the mug on the low table in front of me and leaned forward slightly. "What kind of stories?" "The kind that get people hurt when they come out wrong. Or when they don't come out at all." I felt a flicker of recognition then, something tugging at the back of my mind like a half-remembered name. "You sound like someone who has been burned by the industry."

My name is Joseph Cains. At the time of writing I was still a member of the University’s music club, and I had an enormous crush on a beautiful mixed-race girl who happened to come along to the same club. This story comes from halfway through the academic year, just before her grading test. She asked me to come to the lakeside after my classes to help her practice her throws and tumbles, and I, being a lovestruck fool, agreed. It was one of the best foolish decisions that I have ever made.

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.

Zac smiled Days went by and Caroline started to make breakfasts almost every day. She made a very loving imagine in front of my father but whenever he would go to his work, Caroline misbehaved with us. I often got into arguments with her as I couldn’t tolerate her behavior. She hated us all. But most importantly, Zac. She knew our father loved Zac more than anyone and He fought with her because of Zac on the first day of their wedding. One day Caroline locked up Zac in the store room for half of the day just because he asked her to help him out with his homework. She opened him up before everyone was about to get home and scared Zac that if he told this to anyone then she would lock him agai

They told tales of her bravery and her unwavering love for Lucius, and they celebrated her as a symbol of hope and perseverance in the face of adversity. And as the world continued to change, so too did the legacy of Amara and Lucius. Their love story became a source of inspiration for people from all walks of life, reminding them that love could conquer even the most daunting of challenges. Today, the ruins of the Colosseum still stand as a testament to the struggles of the past, but they are also a reminder of the power of love and the resilience of the human spirit. And for those who hear the story of Amara and Lucius, that message will endure for generations to come.

I know they hate each other but I never expected to come to the point that they would fight in front of me. “The christmas break will start next week, so before you take your own vacations, I want everyone to create their own poem or any kind of literatures regarding on a person loving someone silently. Do create your own title and use your imagination skills, and I want everyone to read it in front of the class.” The whole class started to complain because of what our prof said in the last line. “Ma’am,do we really need to read it in front of the class?” “Prof., it’s embarrassing!”