Collection Of Short Stories For Adults Novels & Stories

I sucked all three cocks at once, licking and stroking them until they came on my face and tongue. I rode them one by one while the others sucked my nipples and rubbed my clit. I came until I was crying from pleasure. In the quiet moments between rounds we talked more. They opened up about their lives. Lucas told me how lonely success had made him before he found Julian and Victor. Julian spoke about losing his family young and building everything himself. Victor admitted he had never found a woman who could handle all three of them until me. I told them about my fears of never being enough. They listened and held me tighter.

Chapter 1: Sinful thoughts I lay on the big king size bed in the master bedroom, the sheets already twisted around my legs. My husband had left yesterday morning for his week-long business trip. He had given me the usual quick kiss at the door and promised to call when he landed, but I knew he probably wouldn’t.

everyone shouted, downing another round of tequila. After they had eaten and played a few lighter games, Sam rubbed his hands together with a mischievous grin. “Alright, enough of that weak shit. Let’s play Truth or Dare properly.” Priya raised an eyebrow, already tipsy. “Properly? Meaning…?” “Meaning we stop playing like kids,” Sam replied, smirking. “Real questions. Real dares. The house is filled with six adults, you know, three guys, three ladies.” “That makes it even,” Ryan added, chuckling.

It won't happen again. "No, it's fine," I lied smoothly, trying to ignore the way my core tightened just remembering what I'd done while listening to him. "I needed to get some writing work done anyway." He leaned his heavy shoulder against the wall, sipping his coffee while his silver eyes thoroughly studied my face. "What do you do?" "I write books," I said. An eyebrow lifted, his interest clearly piqued. "An author? That's Impressive. What kind?" I stared into my cup, definitely not wanting him to know what kind of books I wrote. "Romance."

My day job at the university library paid the bills, but it was these rare books that kept me alive. I set the package on my wide oak worktable in the living room, the one cluttered with notebooks, highlighters, and half-translated scrolls. The rain pattered steadily against the tall windows of my small but cozy apartment. I should have opened it immediately. Instead, I made myself a cup of chamomile tea, changed into soft black lounge shorts and an oversized sweater, and told myself I’d dive in after lunch. I never made it that far.

it was an erotic story ,titled the hot kidnapper) I raise an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in my eyes. I push off from the desk and walk closer, my heels clicking on the floor. “A story, huh? You think you can just walk in here and write a tale for me? How about you show me what you’re made of first? Tell me, what’s your fantasy? What gets you going in the dark?” I lean in, my breath warm against your ear, my large breasts pressing against your arm. (Pushing the paper to you I ask you to read it aloud ,you cheeks turn a faint red as you try to explain you brought the wrong story,I press a finger to your lips shushing you and telling you to read, you read it all)

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“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?

Both things were equally disarming. “Where did you learn to watch like that?” she asked. “On trains,” he said. “As a boy I crossed borders and learned that eyes are passports. If you look, people hand you their stories. If you keep looking, they hand you their breath.” She felt the line of the dress against her spine as she straightened. The glass sweated against her palm. Down on the water, the tide changed key. It throbbed deeper. The cliff threw the sound back in a way that made the night feel occupied.

Short terrifying stories that leave you insomnolent . . . definitely a must read to while away time and get sleepless with fear, hahaha. 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! While you're at it, you can check out my other profile @KinahFeels.