Good Short Stories Novels & Stories

Some stories started with hate. This one ended with everything.

“Oh! Okay.” “You can come back for it in three hours.” “Three hours, sure!” My left leg bounced involuntarily, my body reacting in ways I couldn't understand. “Do you know your way back home?” Home… something about the way he said the word made it sound like somewhere safe. “I will call an Uber.” I answered. He seemed to be thinking about it, like he wanted to refuse but then he nodded. “Ai'it then. Be good.” Oh heavens! Being hot was enough, but telling me to ‘be good’ while being so fucking hot was too much for me to handle.

“Hmm, my answer to that has to be coapsed doggy.” “Why?” “Because it just has a way of hitting the G spot directly and I like that the man can hold my hands from behind and push my face into the bed and do whatever he wants to do with me.” I bit my lips, and I felt a tingling sensation in between my legs. I was getting hornier and hotter while seating. “I feel like a lot of other woman who has also tried this style can testify to what you are saying now.” “Yes, they can.”

Well, I can't fuck myself, someone has to do the fucking" I replied. He chuckled. I returned to his cock, sucking like a slut in heat. I made sexual sounds to excite him; years of watching p**n and reading erotic stories had taught me that men love hearing erotic moans from women, even if they are just for effect, not because my pussy is actually getting stimulated. The New York best selling romantic novels were my best companions during my college days.

“The anticipation. The slow build and release when everything finally comes together.” Julian’s eyes darkened. "That's the scene I've been trying to write for three weeks," he said finally. "That exact thing. The unbearable point between wanting and having, I just couldn't find the right language for it." "Did you find it?" His eyes moved over my face slowly. "I'm getting closer."

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Sometimes the best revenge really is living well. And fucking better.

"Did you crawl out of a sewer on the way in? This is a Fortune 500 company, not a bus terminal bathroom." "I had car trouble, Mr. Graham. And then a shoe incident. And then a puddle..." "I don't pay you for your tragic life story, Wanda," he cut in, slamming his tablet onto the desk. "I pay you to function. Bare minimum expectations. Coffee that's hot. Bagels that aren't stale. You failed at both. Congratulations." "I'm sorry, I—"

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Raphael though just raised an eyebrow, craning his neck on the other side, teasing Shaine even more. “You’re a bad girl, aren’t you? This is your punishment for being a very bad girl. Beg for my tongue!” He demanded while caressing her legs to tease her even more. “Please, Raphael! Eat me now! Fill me with your long tongue until I cum! I want you! I have been wanting you since the first time I laid my eyes on you, Raphael. Everytime you visit in our house, I was always pleasuring myself with my fingers thinking it was you doing that to me. And I would moan your name as I cum on your tongue, you would drink all of me and leave no drop.” Shaone confessed, and as she said all those words, Rapha