Novel & Cerita Emotional Short Stories

He asked “Hmm, I love eating” I laugh “Typical answer of a lady” “My turn, why do you get angrily so easily?” I went straight to the point “ it’s a long story” he tries to wave off the question “I’m have all night, I don’t want to go to my empty room and watch my ceiling yet”

Large yet slim scratch marks leaked out more of the precious red liquid but I could already feel the cuts beginning to knit themselves together. Feeling eyes on me I looked up to see him also inspecting my wounds. My wounds which were inflicted by his own paws and teeth. He knew they were his fault yet his eyes held no emotion or remorse. But what did I except, I was a rouge who had trespassed on his land. I shouldn't be expecting any emotion expect hate and hostility. Yet my wolf wanted other emotions from him, I shook her emotions away in confusion. She was probably just lonely.

Carla and Travis watched from the sidelines, hands clasped. “We did it,” Carla said, her voice steady. Travis nodded. “And we’re just getting started.” The scars remained, but they were no longer wounds. Dave, Carla, and the other victims were healing, not just surviving but thriving, their journeys a testament to resilience, love, and the unyielding power of talent reclaimed. ----- This marks the end of the Burning Embers: Scorching Tales of Desire. Compiled short story arcs now made their way to their ends. See you next time. There'll be more ahead. Thank you!

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Amanda bluntly replies. “You?” I ask Esmeralda, hoping for a different response. “Same here, you know I’ve just escaped a long term relationship back home and all I want is a little fun.” Amanda looks at me with a furrowed brow. “You really like that guy, don’t you?” I just shrugged in response. She continues, “Listen babes, we’ve a lot of miles ahead of us, a lot of places to see, and with that comes a lot of boys, don’t let your emotions cloud you, yeah?”

My hand found its way down to her pussy and discovered that she was wet and ready so I rolled on top of her and she opened her legs for me and I slid my full length into her. We made love for a long time. The intense passion had been spent earlier, this was restrained and sensuous. I went slowly, coming halfway out at each thrust of my hips and pushing gently back in. I don't think I've ever felt so close to someone as I did to Sandra that night. Not just physically but emotionally as well. We were almost one organism, touching, whispering, feeling each other tenderly and lovingly. Yes, lovingly. I think that night that I began to understand that I was, at least to some degree, in love with

“They could make love, but not when they're both still angry. If they come together in anger, best to let you know that they will fuck.” “But it'll be a lot tamer than if it was with a random person.” “You're correct. Fucking is angrier, a way to let out emotions, to get relief - an act of merging your bodies and physical needs. Fucking is a one night stand. Fucking is not tender. Don't let a man do that to you, Jaz.” She was surprised. “Why?”

The man's mouth parted slightly as he watched her touch herself. She pinched her nipples between her fingers, gasping at the sensation. The stranger's free hand drifted down to palm himself through his boxers. The sight of him touching himself while watching her sent another flood of wetness to her already soaked panties. She let one hand slide down her stomach, over the lace of her underwear. Her fingers pressed against her clit through the fabric, making her hips jerk slightly. "Fuck," she whispered to the empty room. Her legs trembled as she continued touching herself, circling her clit through her panties.

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.

Chapter 4 Emma’s POV I stared up at him, my back still pressed hard against the wall, the cold surface biting into my shoulder blades through the thin t-shirt. My nipples throbbed under those rubber clamps, each tiny shift of my chest sending sharp sparks straight down to my clit like electric shocks that made my pussy clench and leak even more. I could feel my juices soaking through my panties completely now, the wet fabric sticking to my swollen folds, and a fresh trickle running down the inside of my left thigh all the way to my knee.