Dramatic Short Stories Mga Nobela at Kwento

How does someone go about seducing their best friend’s dad? I know it is crazy that I feel Grant is the best man to take revenge with. My friend’s father I don't know how that can be possible, so I’m left to figure it out on my own. Which is how I end up standing on Grant’s front porch, wearing a short black dress and thigh-highs like a reckless little brat, in the middle of January. It’s well past midnight. The kind of hour that whispers sin. I’m shivering, and not just because of the icy wind that bites through my clothes.

Damien pauses after the eighth, rubbing his palm over the heated skin, spreading the sting deliciously. “You’re taking it so well,” he praises, voice rough with approval. “But you’re still dripping like a desperate little slut. Is this what you wanted when you picked those red shoes? To have your pretty ass marked on our first night?” “Yes, Sir,” I moan, pressing my forehead against the cool leather. “Nine.” The crop lands lower, catching the sensitive crease where thigh meets ass. “Ten.” I cry out, the final stroke the hardest yet. Tears prick at my eyes, but the throbbing need inside me burns far hotter than the pain on my skin.

There was one solitary, big book on a low table between them. "The title of the tale is The Binding of Autumn," he began, his voice an entrancing whisper just in harmony with the shriek of the fire. “It's the tale of a harvest god who offers a mortal woman a choice: one night of absolute freedom for one year of unimaginable riches for her people." He didn't move as his eyes met hers. "The consent is the matter at hand. It must be freely bestowed, not coerced, and whispered three times into the skin of his throat." “Do you have any idea what sort of story you're going to be reading me tonight?”

She was looking over my shoulder at the same wall and reading some of them softly under her breath. “Hmmm, look at this one,” I said. “This person seems to have described our date last week in perfect detail.” It was a story about a woman who liked to be spanked and punished. “I like this one,” Carrie said, pointing to another. “I really think we should try and work this one into our next date.” The story was about a couple who arranged to act like strangers and meet up at a trashy bar and pick each other up. There were long descriptions about them fucking in the back of the bar as the guys playing pool watched and stroked their cues.

I wanted to choke on his cock and then ride it till I couldn't walk anymore. Davin seemed like a very complicated man. He was cold and never spoke unless it was necessary. The world knew he was a billionaire, a top CEO in the Mafia world. But I suspected he was a shady man, he probably had hands in the underworld, which was why he never allowed me into his study. Said it was private stuff not meant for me to know.

He grinned, but his eyes were hungry now, roaming over my legs, my cleavage, the way my dress had ridden up slightly on my thighs. "But it has its perks. Like meeting beautiful, needy women in elevators… and wondering how wet they already are just from talking to me." Heat crept into my cheeks and between my legs. "Is that your move? Rescue sad women with comfort food?" "Only the beautiful ones who look like they need to be fucked senseless until they forget their ex’s name." The words hung in the air between us, filthy and direct. My heart kicked hard against my ribs and my pussy clenched, a fresh gush of wetness soaking my panties.

Lindy's P.O.V. I pull Dayan toward the back of the unit and whisper. I can't risk being heard until I decide what we should do. "That man out there is Adam. When the elderly couple I was staying with died, he tried to force me to live with him. He said I was too young to live on my own, and he was their closest neighbor, so I needed to go with him. I tried to run away, but he forced me to his house. He tried to rape me, and I kneed him in the groin and ran. He grabbed me by the hair, pulled me back to the bedroom, and threw me on the bed. He removed his pants and attempted to get on top of me. I kneed him in the groin again and bit his neck so hard I took out a chunk of his skin and ran out

“What makes her so special that our husbands want to die because of her?” Renee shook her head. “Asides from those tits-” She grabbed the tits, “- and a very pick cunt, nothing.” “Let me check myself.” Narissa said and climbed onto the bed, bringing her face close to Yasmine's pussy. “Pink.” Yasmine couldn't help but moan as she felt Narissa's fingers on her. She began to writhe. “No. Please.” Narissa brought her head up with a wicked smile. “No? Is it torture for you? Then how about this?”

Darius laughed short and nervous, shifting in his seat so his hard bulge showed more obvious. “Miss V you are wild for picking this one. Most people would’ve put on some regular action movie instead of straight up p**n.” I turned my head toward him slowly, letting my eyes drop right to the thick outline of his cock pressing hard against his jeans. “Regular is boring as hell. I like when things get real and nasty. Don’t you boys? Doesn’t it make your cocks throb watching her take all that dick?” Ryan shifted again, trying to adjust his shorts without being obvious but his cock was clearly rock hard now, the fat head outlined and pushing a small wet spot through the fabric.

enough to make you drip? “Let’s take this off,” he said, pulling down the zip of my dress. A cold breeze kissed my liberated back, transporting me again to that night. My roommate was on her knees, a man’s erection was in her mouth while her hand played with another man’s…… And kneeling before her was another man whose mouth was feasting on her bosom whilst his hands stroked his erection. “Oh my God!!!!” I screamed, my things tumbling to the floor. Their heads turned to my direction yet neither of them stopped their disgraceful engagements except my roommate whose mouth made a pop sound as she pulled away from the man’s erection.