Emotional Short Stories Novels & Stories

He collapsed onto the cushions, thighs spreading wide, the fabric of his shorts tightening over the bulge there accidental, but my eyes darted away fast, old crush stirring unwelcome heat low in my belly. I returned from the kitchen with a glass, handing it over. Our fingers brushed electric, lingering a beat too long. He drank deep, throat working, eyes meeting mine over the rim. "You're a lifesaver." We fell into talk, easy at first, his deployment stories, the endless sand and adrenaline crashes; my graphic design grind, the late nights tweaking logos for ungrateful clients. The air thickened with the late hour, words flowing intimate, but his gaze kept wandering. To the hem of my shorts

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"And then you're going to tell me the truth. And if you don't, I'm going to make you come again. And again. And again. Until your mind breaks and all that's left in your head is my name." His thumb kept circling and he pushed his fingers inside her again, two this time, then three. She felt herself getting stretched open as the pressure built low in her belly, and she tried to fight it. She tried to think about the mission. About Jerry. About anything except the way Emilio's thick fingers were filling her and the way his thumb was torturing her clit. "It's too much," she gasped. "It's not enough." He said as thrust his fingers deeper. "You're going to come on my hand and then you're going to

I let my guard fall, letting him pull my shorts down and lift me onto the mattress. He made love to me that night with a slow, agonizing passion that made tears sting the corners of my eyes. Every single deep, heavy thrust felt like a silent plea. It felt like he was trying to physically claim my body, trying to reassure me through the darkness that I was the only girl he truly belonged to. I wrapped my legs tightly around his waist, burying my face in his neck, crying silently as our bodies moved together in the quiet room. But even as he finally groaned out my name, his body stiffening as he came deep inside me, I couldn't shake the terrifying, heavy feeling that our secret was unraveling

“I was scared that after the baby was born, you would go back to how you used to be. So I’ve been trying to do things that please you… so you would keep being nice to me.” He stared at me silently. He tilted my chin higher, watching the tears fall down my face. His thumb brushed them away almost gently. “You must have heard the rumors,” he said quietly. “That none of my sex slaves last past a month… because I kill them.” I nodded, terrified. I had heard those stories before. They had haunted me for two years. His finger brushed a strand of hair from my face. “But with you, it feels different,” he continued. “Even though I could make you do whatever I wanted, yet I always made sure there was

Of course, I’m beyond lucky to be able to live in a place where the ocean is only a twentyminute drive away. It soothes me. I don’t know what I’d have done otherwise. Maybe I would’ve started taking up yoga. I heard that helps broken people like me. Why does love have to be so hard anyway? Isn’t it something that should be delightful? Moving on was not in my cards though. I tried. I really did. I had other options, but I declined every single boy. They weren’t like Logan. Some of my friends recommended dating apps, but there was too much irony in that.

MELISA A fool, that's what I am. Surprise I’m scolding myself? Well… only a fool will drink over a heartless relationship. I just had a break up with my boyfriend of 2 years after walking in on him fucking his best friend and you know what is worse? —He is a fucking male!

This short story of how I would eat your pussy. It was written just for you. Read it and enjoy it while stroking your sweet wet pussy. I want you to get wet. I mean really wet reading about me doing this to you baby. I want your body hurting badly, nipples hard and your clit swollen and throbbing before you insert anything into it. You might even want to print it and lay back on your bed and love your body while you read it. It's my special gift to you.

His eyes were bristling with anger while he said this because he couldn’t tolerate Caroline’s rude behavior. “You have time to decide till tomorrow! And if your answer is NO then you can tell me RIGHT NOW!” “I never said my answer is NO. I’ll think and tell by tomorrow.” Caroline rushed out of the office with attitude as she yelled at my dad. ***** “What a dumb human! Money cant buy happiness??? Money can buy anything! And if you have money then why do you need happiness anyways. These emotions/feelings are such a waste of time!” Caroline mumbled in anger in her office.

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