Exotic Short Story Novels & Stories

I ask the others. "She's in the cage next to you. Norea took her somewhere and then brought her back a little while ago. She left again, though. I'm Gloria, and I'm a tiger," a young woman in the cage beside Brandon says. The cages are angled, so I can't see into the one next to me. I try to mindlink Dayan, but nothing happens. "Where are you from?" I ask them. "All over. Norea can travel anywhere she wants by snapping her fingers. We're all unmated, and most are rogues," Brandon answers.

Ruby answers pointing towards the small river just a few more walks from where they are. "And I can't really go out of the country because I was cursed by my evil ex-boyfriend to be bound into this land so that I won't leave him. But in the end he was the one that bailed on me which is super ironic and now I'm trap here forever until the end of time because he was also generous to bless me with immortality, which sucks because I've tried suicide for the thousandth time to no avail. But don't worry I stopped killing myself after the first hundred years because I found a reason to live. I don't want to die a prisoner so I will live till the day that I am free and see the world before I die."

Standing in the hallway longer than I should, my heart beating faster, my pussy lips clenched. I'm losing my mind, my control, and my legs still feel weak. The taste of him is still on my tongue. Between my thighs I’m wet and swollen and every time I shift my weight I feel the slickness of what his fingers did to me. The guest-room door is only twenty steps away. I told myself I can still turn around. I can go back to the bedroom I share with Nicholas, lock the door, scrub his father off my skin and pretend none of this happened. I can be a good wife again by morning.

He’d been standing out here in the night air feeling guilty about us, while I’d been dealing with my toxic ex. Without saying a single word, I reached out, grabbed the lapels of his jacket, and pulled him into a deep kiss right there on the sidewalk. Jake froze in shock for a split second, the coffee cups swaying in his grip, before his free arm wrapped tightly around my waist. He kissed me back with a soft, steady heat that wiped away the last remnants of Sasha's memory. When I finally pulled away, Jake blinked at me, looking completely stunned. I smiled faintly, tracing the line of his jaw. "Now, what about that surprise you mentioned earlier?"

I was here because I belonged here. I was like a mouse willingly falling in love with a cat. As Caspian entered me, all else faded away, and I understood that I never wanted to leave this cage. I screamed his name, not in terror, but in a frantic, beautiful worship. I was ruined and broken, and yet I had never been happier.

the air around his thickening with our sounds the rhythm of our bodies moving together I felt my body shaking and my release came in waves it was sudden my heads tipping against the shelf a moan escaping my mouth before he kissed me ….he came soon after a groan buried deep into his throat as he buried himself deep one last time. We stayed there like that ….his dick still buried deep inside me until reality slowly crept him….and the sound of the library keys jolting me back to reality that I just had crazy wild sex with a stranger in a library ….I didn't know what to say or how to feel…..

Most of them were old, had a pregnant belly and were so short. The other sisters quickly scattered in the courtyard when they noticed him but stayed where I was staring at this wonderful specimen. God’s wonderful creation. I wasn't afraid of him. Why would I? When he told me stories from the outside world. About lights that never flicker off, cars that roar like lions, and women who wear revealing clothes to show off their breasts and ass. He always laughs at my curiosity when I ask him questions. “What does the beach smell like? “Do people really kiss on the street? “Do women outside have my body shape?”

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.

“You come home at midnight looking like...this and except me to believe you were just clicking away behind a desk?” My eyes widened, heat rising in my face. “Ethan, this isn’t what you think-“ “Then what is this?” He cut in, his voice breaking slightly. “Because I can see and smell the truth on you. You’re hiding something from me Clara.” I bit down on my lips hard as my eyes travelled to the dimly lit lamp in the corner of the room. I wanted to tell him, to scream the truth that I was trapped in something I had never asked for. Something dark. Marcus had his claws deep in me and I didn’t know how to escape.

I swallow slowly, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, and offer him a dark smile. “Calista...” he stammers, his voice shaking. “Where... where did you learn to do that?” “In my books,” I say softly, rising from the floor. He pushes himself off the bench, shoving his cock back into place with trembling hands. “That’s demonic! You can’t swallow that! It’s dirty, Calista—it belongs in the vagina or the floor, not your mouth.” I let out a bitter laugh, dusting off my skirt. “Don’t act like a child. You’re twenty-one years old. It’s just oral sex.”