Dramatic Short Stories Novels & Stories

Pinky squinted to read it, her eyes tracing the loops and crosses. "Collection of short stories for ladies," the title read. "Stories of desire, of awakening, of the first time." Pinky blinked, her eyes widening as she read on. The handwriting was feminine, secretive, as if the writer were sharing her most guarded thoughts with only the pages. It was a confession. A revelation. As she began to read.

His pants dropped, revealing black boxer briefs strained by the thick bulge of his erection. He was enormous, the outline pressing insistently against the fabric. My pulse thundered in my ears, a reluctant curiosity blooming despite the dread. What would it feel like to have that inside me, stretching me to my limits? Rafe hooked his thumbs in the waistband and shoved the briefs down, his cock springing free. It was thick, veined, at least nine inches long, the head flushed and glistening with pre-cum. He stroked himself once, slowly, his eyes darkening as he watched my reaction.

The feral need from the full moon made everything feel ten times more intense — every bite, every grind, every filthy word pushing him closer to the edge again. Lucas suddenly pulled out with a wet pop, the knot shrinking just enough. A huge gush of thick white cum poured from Damien’s gaping hole, splashing onto the leaves. Before Damien could protest the emptiness, Lucas flipped him onto his back and shoved his legs up toward his chest, folding him in half.

The summer heat in the suburban house was stifling, even with the AC humming at full blast. Emma sprawled on the living-room couch in her panty shorts—tiny black cotton that hugged her ass like a second skin—and a matching bikini bra that barely contained her full breasts. The fabric was thin, damp with sweat, her nipples faintly visible through the material as she fanned herself with a magazine. Sarah, her roommate, lounged beside her in similar attire, scrolling through N*****x on the big screen. “Horror?” Sarah suggested with a grin. “It’s too hot for anything else need something to give me chills.”

Her father barely noticed, continuing his story. Damon tilted his head slightly, lips curving in the faintest hint of a smirk. She was trapped. She couldn’t move without drawing attention. And that was exactly what he wanted. His foot pressed against the inside of her thigh, high enough to make her squeeze her knees together, but that only made it worse. He applied more pressure. Her pulse thundered against her throat. She bit down on the inside of her cheek, forcing herself to breathe evenly. When dinner finally ended, she stood quickly, pretending to clear the plates just to get out of the room. Her hands were shaking. She heard her father offer Damon another drink. Damon’s voice followed

My breasts were so swollen and sensitive that each flick of his tongue caused lightening to strike in my p***y. ‎ ‎I was so turned on that my p***y clenched in on itself and ached with the need to be touched too. He released my n*****s and I lay back on my elbows as he began nibbling my ribs and working his way down my stomach. He stopped at my belly button and he licked the water that had pooled there. I drew in my breath imagining his tongue delving deep in my p***y. His mouth moved downward and in the same swift motion as before, he loosened the straps of my swimsuit bottom and flung it to the side with the bra. He stared at my p***y for long before whispering.

Cora’s POV. “SMACK!” My skin sizzled from the impact of Ace's spank. I couldn't hold back the helpless moan escaping my lips. His palm grabbed onto the seam of my bum shorts, and he pulled it really hard, letting the fabric sit tightly between my folds. It felt so teasing, so hot, and my clit throbbed in response to the friction. “The way those pretty pink lips of yours fall out of your shorts is quite the sight. I wonder what they'll look like by the time I'm done fucking you,” he growls, now pulling the seam of my shorts back and forth.

It was 11pm at night when Nikhil Khanna drove off in his car to the hotel Grad Shine. On his way , he stopped his car and when he was parking it in the parking lot , he noticed a beautiful girl wearing a red coloured lacy short frock with her cleavage popping out .Along with it she was wearing black jacket and black coloured female boots with high heels.

His shorts. She then brought it out; it was full, hard, and throbbing. She took her time to feel it against her palm; the thought of having such a long and mighty dick inside of her scared the shit out of her, but she was determined, so very much determined to finally have a taste of him. “Rosita!!!” Both of them immediately released each other, jumping up to their feet. Eugene's dick immediately went flaccid and back into its formal nature as he immediately raised his shorts back to his waist. Wondering who it was that had bumped into her house unannounced and without any notification.

“Are you alright? We received the distress signal and came as fast as we could.” Damon’s arm stayed wrapped possessively around my waist, his fingers subtly slipping under the hem of my dress from behind. “I’m… I’m okay,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. But Damon’s thick fingers found my bare, cum-filled pussy and pushed inside me without warning. I gasped sharply, gripping his arm for support. “Easy, baby,” Damon murmured calmly to me, then turned to the rescuers with that charming billionaire smile. “She’s a little shaken from the storm. It was quite intense out here.”