Collection Of Short Stories For Adults นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“Says the Alpha who gave his Luna oral sex in dream land.” “That would actually a very interesting story plot.” “Exactly why we should be doing more adventurous things while fucking…to spice up our lives and make good story plots.” “Hmm.” “Yeah, you mentioned one time that Everlery likes writing…she can write erotica stories with what we do and who knows? We might be the inspiration to a bestseller book.”

The silence made my thighs clench. "What kind of dreams?" he asked, still calm. "I shouldn't say." "You came here to let it out," he answered simply. I held in my breathing. "They're... sexual. I wake up soaked. Aching. And ashamed." "Go on." I let my head rest against the wooden panel behind me. My eyes closed. "He touches me in ways no one ever has. And I let him. I want it. God, I want it so bad." The words spilled out, broken and messy. "Sometimes it's in public. Sometimes I'm tied down. Sometimes he just whispers in my ear and I'm already falling apart. I wake up wet, panting, and I can't stop thinking about it for days."

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.

He never saw her but she saw him with her panties in his hand rubbing his rock-hard member into them his eyes closed as he mumbled, ‘That’s right Lumi take it, take it all’ He had rubbed himself frantically until he came all over the panties and even then he had gripped them over his tip as he pumped hard moaning, ‘Suck it girl and swallow it, all of it’ She had raced back to her room and stayed away from them for the rest of the day but she could not hide there forever. It was as if a switch went on in all of them and they became very open about what they wanted. Lumi was an adult now they said and they all wanted her. They would walk about with just their shorts on and never hide when they

I inquired. Rolling her eyes she quickly ran back up the stairs and returned after a few seconds. “Now can you read me a story?” “Oh, I don’t know Angela” I say, glancing at my watch. “It’s pretty late.” She gave me a sad stare. “Fine, fine.” I say laughing. “But it had better be quick.” “Okay, i’ll go choose a book” she says, running off.

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The next day they did not separate. Debra cancelled her remaining plans. They spent the afternoon and night in her hotel suite. Between rounds of increasingly intense sex they talked about the years apart—the relationships that never measured up, the way both of them carried the unfinished thing. Steven admitted he kept every paper she ever wrote. Debra admitted she still had the copy of the novel he signed for her on graduation day. The emotional vulnerability made the physical connection deeper and more possessive.

“Relax Lara, you're allowed to look. You're an adult right?“ He asks with a tilt his head, still wearing that predatory smile, like he is playing with me and strangely, I like it. “Lara?“ He calls my name, “yes…I'm an adult” I respond as I lick my lips nervously. “That's my favorite one” he says, nudging his chin towards the magazine behind me. Blushing deep red, I bring it out reluctantly, I've been caught. “I think you should read out loud to me“ he says and my brain goes offline instantly. “W-what?“ I whisper. “Come on, stepsis” he says, “it would be so much fun” he adds. Can I really read these out loud?

But no one knows about the other side of me. At night, when the house is quiet, I hide under my covers with my phone and read the kind of stories that would make my mother faint. Dark. Filthy. Full of dominant men who take what they want. Girls who beg for it. Degradation that makes my thighs press together and my heart race. I touch myself to those stories, whispering things I would never say out loud, and then feel crushing guilt the next morning. I’m supposed to be pure. Innocent. The perfect daughter.