Dramatic Short Stories Novels & Stories

They barely made it inside. The second the apartment door closed, Eli shoved Dara against it. Their mouths crashed together — deep, messy, tongues fucking, teeth nipping. Dara tasted like sweat and need and everything Eli had been craving for months. He grabbed Dara’s ass with both hands, grinding their cocks together through their shorts. Dara moaned into his mouth, hands yanking at Eli’s tank top. Clothes came off in a frantic rush. Eli dropped to his knees right there in the hallway, yanked Dara’s shorts down, and swallowed his cock in one go. Dara’s head hit the door with a thud, hips jerking forward.

“Fine, let’s see how long you last.” He tortured me for what felt like hours. His tongue flicked mercilessly over my swollen clit while three thick fingers pumped deep inside me and the vibrator buzzed against my G-spot. Every time my thighs started shaking and my moans turned into desperate cries, he pulled away completely, leaving me empty and sobbing. “Please, Damien… I can’t…” I begged until my voice broke. Every time I got close, he stopped. I begged and sobbed as my thighs trembled uncontrollably. Tears and sweat mixed on my skin.

She yelled. “Yes Ma’am.” Stella came and answered. “Are you deaf? Ive called your name twice!” “I'm sorry I was cleaning the windows” Stella answered in a low voice. “Whatever! Go and make 2 glasses of lemonade in 5 minutes and send Zac in my bedroom. Go! Hurry up!” Caroline commanded. Stella went and made 2 glasses of lemonade and went into the master bedroom along with Zac. I noticed Stella taking Zac with her to the master bedroom which didn’t happen often. I quickly ran and took my father along with me and stood outside the bedroom and peeped through the side of the door.

By the time they reached the mall, Meera was throbbing with need. The luxury shopping center was bustling with people, but Alexander moved with the confidence of a man who owned half the city. He took her straight to a high-end designer store known for its elegant yet provocative dresses. A stylish saleswoman greeted them. Alexander spoke calmly, “She needs evening wear. Something short, tight, and revealing. We’ll try several.” Meera’s face burned as the woman led her to the fitting rooms with an armful of dresses. Alexander settled into a plush chair just outside, legs spread, looking every bit the powerful older man.

My hair messy from the girlie dance, skimpy dress jumps up, gripping my soft butt cheeks, with a hand over my mouth I yawn. Ella runs forward in a fine classy dress, screaming in excitement. Lara jumps, arms wide. My shoes dig into the sharp sand as I go to get a hug too. I’m happy for her. Ella is a sweetheart. My scream hangs in the roof of my mouth when a tall, steamy hot figure in a simple white shirt and faded ripped jeans saunters in. Cocky as a god. Hands in his pocket, hairy chest open… Sexy green eyes on me I freeze. Dumb. Damien fucking Gregson!

she explained, her face lighting up. She launched into a quick summary — something about a guy secretly in love with a girl who doesn’t know it yet, complicated family drama, forbidden glances, and all that romantic tension. She was animated as she talked, gesturing with her hands, and I found myself actually interested. The story sounded engaging enough that I nodded along. We settled in to watch. A few minutes later, Rose casually laid her head on my lap, getting comfortable like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Brock lounged on the sectional, Zane fiddled with his shorts and Mike chugged on his drink. "Jesus Christ, Tyler. She smoking hot." Brock boomed, already stroking his tented shorts as he eyed my spilling titties. "Thank you." I purred, making myself comfortable in a lounge stool. "So, let's start easy." Zane said, already eager to get on with it. His shorts was obscenely pulled from his body by his growing schlong. "Truth or dare?" "Dare." I shot back, gulping the tequila that Tyler passed to me. I was so ready to get down to business.

Lucian and Viktor sucking fresh blood from new points on my body, their hands roaming everywhere, pinching, stroking, claiming. I was completely surrounded, filled, and drained. My blood sustained them. My body pleasured them. My moans and cries fed their lust. Another orgasm tore through me, this one even stronger than the last. My screams were muffled around Damien’s cock as my pussy clenched rhythmically around Elias. They all drank deeper, their bodies moving with supernatural speed and precision, pushing me higher and higher until I felt like I was floating in a sea of endless crimson pleasure.

Damien leaned in closer, his breath brushing against my ear as he spoke. “Be a good girl and spread your legs for me, Serena. Don’t make me ask twice.” My legs slowly fell open again, almost like they had a mind of their own. My hands were shaking as I slid one back between my thighs, gently rubbing my swollen, aching clit. Damien watched every movement with hungry eyes. “Louder,” he ordered. “Moan like you were before. I want to hear how much of a needy little slut you really are.” A broken whimper escaped my lips as I pushed two fingers inside my soaked hole, slowly pumping them in and out while rubbing my clit with my other hand. This is just like the books I read… am I not lucky?

Suddenly, something pushed me down on the sofa and as I started to rise, I found myself pushed down again. Flailing about against the pressure holding me in place, I felt a yanking at the bottom of my legs. My shoes were being pulled off and as I tried to bend over to reach them, I was once again thrust against the back of the sofa. My trousers were now being tugged down. Clinging to the top of them was useless, as they were torn from my grasping fingers. Struck by what was happening, it was as if lightening suddenly struck me, at the realization that maybe this house really was haunted. I was suddenly dumb with fear that my dream of wanting to date Brian’s old girlfriend was going to get me