Collection Of Short Stories For Adults Romane & Geschichten

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You’re here to work. Inside the lighthouse the air smelled like coffee and woodsmoke and salt. He showed her the guest room — small, clean, a narrow bed with a window facing the open water. A shelf of books above it. She noticed that. Real books. Varied. Not what she expected from a man who’d chosen this kind of solitude. He told her the basic rules. Short sentences. No wasted words. She asked questions anyway, recorder ready in her hand. “Not yet,” he said when she lifted it.

My library professor whose deep commanding voice made my thighs clench during lectures. The man I’d fantasized about bending me over these very tables and fucking me senseless until I can’t remember my name. I opened the book, and the dedication page read: For those who crave quiet darkness.” My breath hitched. I flipped to the next page and started reading. “She knelt before him in the silence of stacks, skirts pushed high, panties already soaked. “Read it out,” He ordered. “Every filthy word, while I taste how wet you’ve become for me.”

He looked straight into my eyes. I took a deep breath. “My ex fucked my cousin in our bed. Then he emptied our joint account. Left me with nothing. Rent is due in three days. I need this money. I do not have any other options.” Elias leaned forward. “Many girls come here with sad stories. Most break when the ropes go on. When a client slaps their face and calls them a worthless hole. You think you can handle that?” Heat flooded my cheeks. My pussy clenched. “I need to handle it. I want to feel something other than angry and empty.”

These two big twenty year old boys staring at me like I had lost my damn mind only made the fire between my legs burn hotter. “What are you, kids?” I said, voice dripping thick with pure lust while I looked them both dead in the eyes. “We’re all adults here. Nobody else is coming home tonight. Your mom is gone until tomorrow at least. I’m so fucking horny right now I can’t even think straight.Touch me boys. I need it badly. Feel how wet my pussy is just from sitting next to you.” Ryan’s face went even redder, eyes wide as he stared straight at my bare tits then quickly looked away like he was ashamed.

The next day at work felt like absolute torture. I was the manager of Velvet Desires, an upscale adult store located in a quiet corner of the city. We sold high-end toys, luxurious lingerie, premium lubes, and everything a woman could possibly want to explore her deepest fantasies. Normally I loved my job. I helped shy customers find their first vibrator, recommended the perfect bullet for discreet public play, and smiled through awkward conversations with complete confidence. Today, however, I could barely concentrate on anything.

"Did you crawl out of a sewer on the way in? This is a Fortune 500 company, not a bus terminal bathroom." "I had car trouble, Mr. Graham. And then a shoe incident. And then a puddle..." "I don't pay you for your tragic life story, Wanda," he cut in, slamming his tablet onto the desk. "I pay you to function. Bare minimum expectations. Coffee that's hot. Bagels that aren't stale. You failed at both. Congratulations." "I'm sorry, I—"

He gestured toward the narrow aisle between fiction and children’s books. “Storage wasted on that back room. And don’t get me started on the courtyard out back. Prime square footage doing nothing but growing weeds.” Before she could fire back, the kids started filing in for storytime, backpacks thumping as they dropped onto the colorful rug. Elena shot him a warning look and moved to the front. She picked up *The Adventures of Benny the Bookworm*, her voice shifting into the warm, animated tone she used for the little ones.

Hi, everyone! This is Curvy Writes, and first things first: I need to take a deep, dramatic bow and then just collapse on the nearest couch. Because, people, we did it! I just want to say a massive, soul-hugging, confetti-tossing THANK YOU to every single one of you who has been reading my short story, "In Her Skin." Seriously, from the bottom of my slightly exhausted but extremely grateful heart, thank you. You guys have been the absolute best audience a writer could ask for.

“Leonard told the golf story again.” “Crime,” I said. “Punishable by lemon tart,” she said, and handed me a shortbread like a bribe. “What are you reading?” “Medieval trade routes,” I said, as if that were a thing I do without a man in my closet. She squinted at me over the kettle. “You’re flushed.” “Kettle heat,” I said.