روايات وقصص ضمن Coming Of Age Short Stories

BEFORE YOU READ Nobody is coming to save you. Themes: Forced Proximity, Snowed In, Size Difference, Breeding Kink. This story features a possessive, reclusive hero who hasn't seen a woman in years. Expect primal play, rough sex, and intense possessiveness. (***) Gabrielle

Abby ~•~ My heart hammered in my chest as I stepped through the velvet curtain into the club, and it had nothing to do with the music. This was insane. I was twenty-one, freshly legal for this kind of place, but I’d read, heard, and watched a lot of things about these kinds of places. I couldn’t resist it even if I tried. I wanted to experience it, even if it was once.

Ana’s P.O.V I still remember the first time I became aware of boys having a cock and finally, after some time, I became quite enamored with the prospect of seeing one “for real.” My options were very limited because I didn't have a boyfriend even though I was old enough to have one, so finally I settled on Daddy. I knew that he just had to have one. I had seen my mother naked several times, so I started rationalizing that it was only right that if I had seen mom naked, then at the very least I should be able to see Daddy's cock. Of course, it just didn’t seem to work out that easily for me, so I had to come up with a plan.

I grew up in a house where I I had to rebel to get out of it,it was strictly school and back for me . I wasnt allowed to go anywhere else,because “ there are predators all around and I am too pretty to go unnoticed”. I’m 19 and I’m in college but I went to one close to my house cause they wanted to watch me grow . My life was boring up until recently I walked into the hall and took my usual front seat,I I brought out my books and looked up to the front expecting to see old miss daisy.

Granny completed the story for us not minding my presence maybe cause am her in-law or just another way around. " So that's how you lied to us all" A young man walked in without a knock to give permission, he just made his way through the conversation.

I wanted his cock inside my pussy and his hands on my body, touching me. No I’m not a spoilt little girl, I just want what I want. Most of my friends at school had already had their first time with the boys in school, but I just couldn't bring myself to do same because their young cocks were to small for me plus they were inexperienced. Tonight was my college send-of party and I would be leaving for New York in the next few days. Everyone from school will be attending, I had organised a big party. I had to look my best so I grabbed a few of my close friends from school and headed out to get nails done, the hair curled, plus coloured and a spray tan.

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.

"I... I mean, the boys at school look at me all the time, but they don't say anything. I think because I'm the president of the Bible and Abstinence Club, they think I'm a prude." "The Bible and Abstinence Club," Ryder repeated, a dark, mocking chuckle vibrating in his chest. "Wow. So no nookie for your boyfriend until marriage, then? You're saving that tight little hole for a wedding night?" Ruth-Ann looked down into her lap, her heart hammering against her ribs. "Are you ready for that confession now?" "I've been dying to hear it," Ryder whispered, standing right over her now. His scent made her mouth water. "I promised Dante that we'd do it at prom."

One unforgettable summer had taught us how to stay. Some love stories begin with sparks. Ours began with years of waiting, quiet persistence, and one extraordinary summer that changed everything. And this time, we knew we were exactly where we were meant to be. The End.

I was so fucking tired of being the virgin. At eighteen, in my senior year of high school, that single word had become my prison. Everyone knew it. The whispers followed me down the hallways like a bad smell I could never wash off. “Still a virgin?” they’d sneer in the cafeteria. “What a loser.” “No wonder no one wants her.” “Goody two-shoes Harper probably thinks sex is a sin.”