Gaining Stories Novels & Stories

Author's Note This book is a short compilation of erotic stories. Please note that not all entries are heavily erotic—some lean more toward emotional moments, dramatic tension, or character interaction. Also, 99% of these stories don’t follow a traditional plot, so don’t be confused if there's no clear beginning, middle, or end. They’re written more for mood, moments, and expression than full narratives. Enjoy the ride,no overthinking needed. 😉 ********************************************* Kael didn’t wait.

“He said goodism! Good Lord!” Fola scowled at them all. “It's not like we're serial killers or anything.” Still smiling, Gabe walked to Jaz, a basket of crossiants in his hand. “Crossiant?” Because she wanted something to do with her hands, she smiled and reached for one. “Sure. Thank you.” **** “I want my money's worth from you, you know.” Gabe sidestepped her warily and went to the side of the bed. He saw what was laid out on it and startled back a little.

Finding a job in a small city was not difficult, but the salary and benefits were far worse than what she had in Harbor City. As the day passed, my mother went to work, and Little Zoe went to kindergarten. My grandparents stayed home where they grew vegetables and raised chickens. On weekends, my mother would take me and Little Zoe fishing by the river or go foraging for wild greens up in the hills. She taught me how to spot wild greens and how to whistle through a blade of grass. It was exactly like the countless nights from the other timeline, but we never got to live through the experience. She could only verbally describe such skills to me.

I didn’t know how it would happen, but I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I spent the rest of the afternoon recovering….my asshole was still deliciously sore from how hard I’d bounced on that thick dildo. I took a long shower, cleaned up everything and hid my new toys properly this time. I also got my OnlyFans account fully restored like he told me to. A few new subscribers joined after I posted a quick “I’m back 😌” teaser.

I whimpered around his cock but obeyed, sliding my mouth up and down slowly, trying to keep the wet sounds as quiet as possible. Why wasn’t he even bothered about it? My fingers were still between my legs, rubbing my swollen clit in messy circles. I was sweating now, little beads rolling down my back under my blouse, my thighs trembling from how turned onI was. The risk made everything sharper, these investors had no idea a girl was under the desk choking on their host’s dick. One of the men cleared his throat. “Mr. Mateo, about the European expansion. We projected a fifteen percent growth but the latest numbers from logistics show some delays—“ He paused.

He let out the friendliest of smiles, making Anderson very uncomfortable. Anderson stared back and forth between Suit and the scroll. His mind was racing. The contract sounded simple enough. Straightforward, but he did not understand. ‘What did he mean by survive the stories? Did he not say I was going to tell a story? What does survive the story mean?’ Question after question popped up into his head. He could not help himself. He had no idea exactly what it meant, but one thing was for certain; He would not move forward if he did nothing but constantly question the situation

She brought both breasts back to my penis and wet them again, and brought them back to my mouth. The next moment, she straddled me again, and checked my bondage's for tightness. I could definitely not move my hands or my legs. "Do you know what I read recently?" "No, what?" "I read a story that you posted online. It was called 'I want you to feed me'." I stared blankly,I'd forgotten that she read my sex stories online, sometimes, especially this one. "Uhhh yes well..." "Do you remember writing the story, do you remember what it was about?" As she questioned me, she was humping her open pûssy over the head and shaft of my cock.

"So why didn't you bring your hubby for me to meet? What, I'm not your bestie anymore?" "He's on a business trip," I said with an apologetic smile. "He'll be back tonight. Next time, I'll bring him and treat you to dinner." Gigi nodded like that was the only acceptable answer. Then, out of nowhere, she grabbed my hand, dragged me to the center of the room, and snatched up the microphone. "Everyone, I have another piece of good news to share today!" she said, grinning. She pulled me closer and, with a dramatic flourish, introduced me.

Keith shouted while the police surrounded him and Martina left the kitchen. “Oh, poor Keith! I knew that your greedy wife would leave you looking at how rich and handsome I am! I wore expensive clothes and shoes to impress her. And guess what? I succeeded. She became a way for me to reach you! I gifted her expensive things and she told me every little detail of this house and all the necklaces and gifts you’d been gifting her! Thanks to Henry for reaching out on time and helping me to take revenge from you. What did you think? You’ll steal things from people, kill my dad and nobody would know? I saw the CCTV footage and saw all the times you stole money and jewelry from our shop! You fooled

I mean, who wants to read a story about an introvert finally achieving her dream to escape reality and have something magical to her life? Wow, that sounds adventurous. How awesome is that to finally escape reality? I’d probably read it. Of course, I’ll read it! I want to live in my imaginations and I can relate to the main character! If that’s the case, then I’ll make my story count! I just hope that the drastic change won’t come sooner. I have to build that rising action. Train like the karate kid or some shit just to look badass. Ok. That’s decided then. I closed my eyes and smiled in content. Happy with the newfound motivation.