Exotic Short Story Novels & Stories

Without you, the readers, I wouldn't have been able to tell their stories. Please feel free to reach out to me through my social media pages. On my Face book page as Maramartha. And on my Instaagram as maramarthaa. While keeping an eye out for Calum’s story: To Seduce My Stepbrother, you can check out my other completed stories; 1. Mr Reluctant Billionaire. 2. Mrs Reluctant Billionaire 3. Erotic Shades Of Passion: a short erotic anthology. (This one is just 42 chapters).

I was left standing alone in the darkness of the night like a clown that no one cared about. I made an appointment for an abortion on my phone. Then, I turned to leave. I'd spent the past 15 years trying and failing to win Benjamin's heart. If that was the case, I didn't want it anymore. It was late at night when I returned to the nearest town. I got a room at a hotel and drifted off into a restless sleep. In the wee hours of the morning, I was jolted awake by the ringing of my phone. My superior at the TV station sounded anxious yet excited. "I heard a 5.3-degree earthquake happened at the old settlement near your location. You need to head there immediately to get the latest scoop!"

By sunset, that ache had turned into a throbbing, dripping need. No boyfriend. No rules. Just seven days to be a greedy, horny slut. I grabbed the resort tablet and opened the Concierge app. Private Companions. I selected exactly what I wanted: Male. Very tall. Extremely muscular. Hung like a fucking horse. Expert tongue and stamina. No limits. One night. I hit submit, already soaked. Thirty minutes later, a firm knock sounded at the door. I opened it and felt my pussy clench at the sight of him.

I smile. We order. Pasta primavera for me, rare steak for him, a bottle of some dark Italian red. Conversation starts easily but gets real quick. I tell him about the guy who only buys purple flowers because they “align his aura,” and he throws his head back laughing so hard. He tells me about sneaking into flea markets as a kid, haggling over fake dinosaurs and knockoff watches with old cigar-smelling dudes. He takes my hand, stroking the back of it once, twice, and I feel it pulse between my legs like electricity. Tiramisu comes and he scoops the first bite, holding the spoon to my lips. I take it slowly, my eyes locked on his, tongue curling around it. His pupils go huge. “Fuck,” he mutte

I was out of the building in under four minutes. The underground club was exactly what I needed. It was dark, loud, full of people who didn’t know my last name or my new babysitter. I danced, drank something sweet and strong, and flirted with a guy who had tattoos crawling up his neck. For once, no massive shadow was watching my every move. I was finally having fun and Jax wasn’t here to stop me. That was until the room started tilting. One minute I was laughing, the guy’s hand on my waist. The next, my limbs felt heavy, my thoughts fuzzy and slow.

One wouldn’t know if it was a water droplet from the waterfall’s constant roar or if it came from his eyes. “Listen to your dragon, Creed. I only want you, you are the only one that would make me happy,” I pleaded. I pleaded like a little girl wanting the lollipop from the candy store. How did I result to this? Also begging for a man not like me in the slightest. I promised myself I would never succumb to such a thing, especially with stories and stories I had written, but this was different. Different land, culture, men and women, creatures of unexpected proportions staring at me in the face.

I had said and Xena had smiled. “I have the right person in mind for you. He is also a platinum card holder and the girls love him because of the day he handles them. Wait for a while so that we can get your room ready," Xena says and I am given a glass of Veuve Clicquot, my favourite brand of champagne. I sip on it and I can feel my vagina start to tremble with anticipation. I want it so bad and I can't wait for it to be slapped and filled and sucked and nibbled on.

𓅪 THE TALE OF ECHOR A few thousand years ago there were two worlds connected. This is the world of Earth and the world of Echor. The world of Echor has three types of creatures inhabited by Elves, Dwarves and Muggles. Meanwhile, on Earth there is a creature called man. Fun, abundant and full of laughter envelop the two worlds. But along with the change of time, so does the change of man's behavior. They learned to be greedy, to be selfish and to be oppressive.

"Hop in, lady." I laughed as I shook my head before hopping in. I let him decide where to eat breakfast cause he seems much more familiar with this place than I was. I guess he was always here, maybe he lives here like he was one of the few who dared to escape the loud city. I didn't know much about Ecstasy Land. I was lazy when it comes to researching. All I know was this place was an escape; an island built by billionaires for people's deepest, darkest, and kinkiest fantasies.

The room smelled sour, mixed with the odor of instant noodles, alcohol, and stale smoke, with empty bottles scattered across the floor and an ashtray overflowing with cigarette butts. Then, the hallucinations began. Sometimes, late at night, she would hear the faint click of a key turning in the door, followed by his voice, clear and familiar, "Nevaeh, I'm back. I brought you something to eat." She would jump up from the couch and rush to the door, stumbling as she ran. However, when she opened it, there was nothing outside besides an empty stairwell and a dim hallway light. Of course. Chester had never been to Brookshire University before. He would not know she lived here.