Exotic Short Story Novels & Stories

Mia nodded, watching as he crossed to the desk and poured two glasses of red wine. His movements were confident and economical, no wasted motion. "To unexpected connections," he said, offering her a glass. "To breaking routine," she countered, taking it. Their fingers brushed during the exchange, the first contact between them sending a small jolt through her body. She took a sip to hide her reaction, finding the wine rich and velvety. "So," Alex said, leaning against the desk. "Who are you when you're not putting on shows for strangers across the way?" The directness of his question made her laugh.

Jax didn't hesitate; he leaned down and latched onto one nipple, sucking it deep into his mouth and swirling his tongue around the tip. I was caught in a vice of pleasure. Rex was hammering away inside my pussy, and Jax was devouring my breast. I felt my toes curl, my head tossing from side to side. I was no longer a professor; I was just a hole for them to use, a body for them to exhaust.

Chapter Three – Executive Ecstasy The Obsidian Office evolved into a haven of shadows and power as the night settled, the tinted windows reflecting the city lights, the boardroom table a stage for our entwined forms. My blouse and skirt were strewn aside, bruises on my hips and thighs, bite marks on my breasts, cum and sweat coating my skin—yet the hunger within me burned, a primal need fueled by Daniel’s unrelenting dominance. He loomed over me, his breath heavy, cock hard again, eyes locked on mine with a fierce mastery, ready to culminate our executive ecstasy. The office thrummed with the energy of our shared taboo, our professional roles a sacred bond that tightened with each touch.

The luxury villa in Tulum was pure paradise, white marble floors, infinity pools glowing under the moonlight, and the distant crash of waves. But for me, it felt like the most dangerous prison I’d ever walked into. Mia, my best friend since college, was getting married in two weeks. And I was here for her bachelorette weekend, surrounded by laughter, champagne, and half-naked bodies by the pool. I should have been happy for her. Instead, every time her fiancé Jace walked into the room, my stomach twisted with guilt and raw, aching need.

Each volume of Strange short stories will have 3 medium-sized stories and about 10 short stories. To make it easier to understand and more transparent, this chapter will be like a summary for this and the following volumes. Vol.2: medium stories: The antics of Bia's crew ( ABC) Bia comments on a crew of children of criminals, in an invisible ship. In this world full of magic, demonic beasts and restrictions, they live on the run, abandoned by their parents. Not being accepted anywhere in the world they have to survive on small illegal jobs and from time to time to plunder.

Though guilt chewed at my conscience for peeking and getting caught, my mind still lingered on the cock I had glimpsed. It kept replaying vividly, thick, veiny, and long, exactly the kind I craved. Trust me, I was no saint. In my younger days, I had mingled with countless men. And I was certain that was one reason I had never conceived. The doctor explained the post pills had affected my womb. I tried to conceal the report, but my ex-husband somehow discovered it. Afterward, he erupted in rage and tossed me out. Shaking the memory aside because I was no longer that woman.

Occasionally, they would glance over with curiosity. When these exotic beasts saw Phoenix and White Tiger, they showed no sign of panic. Instead, they all paused what they were doing and turned their gazes toward Amelia, their eyes filled with curiosity and familiarity. "Master, all these are the rare and exotic beasts you brought back from various places in the past." Phoenix descended slowly, gently placing Amelia and Carl on the grass. As its flaming wings folded, the lingering warmth made the surrounding grass sway: "Back then, you traveled the country and saw many exotic beasts left homeless by war or disaster, so you brought them to this secret realm, giving them a safe haven. You said

BEFORE YOU READ Nobody is coming to save you. Themes: Forced Proximity, Snowed In, Size Difference, Breeding Kink. This story features a possessive, reclusive hero who hasn't seen a woman in years. Expect primal play, rough sex, and intense possessiveness. (***) Gabrielle

The story’s pull feels gone, our choices ours. But as we toast, a chill runs through me, like a plot twist lurking. I brush it off, indulging Elyria’s tug to a secluded gazebo. She’s on me instantly, gown hiked, pussy wet as I thrust into her, her moans echoing. “Claim me again,” she begs, and I do, stamina endless, cum filling her as she shudders. The guys join, watching, touching, our desires endless in this peace. --------- Somewhere in the empire’s outskirts, far from the palace’s revelry, a dusty archaeological dig hums with activity. Workers unearth a buried chamber, stone doors groaning open.