Great Short Reads Novels & Stories

“You like the risk. You like the idea of getting caught with my hand in your cunt.” “Yes, Mr. Carter,” she breathed, her eyes closed, her body a live wire of nervous energy. “Good,” he said. He increased the pressure, his fingers rubbing her clit with a practiced expertise that pushed her closer and closer to the edge, her entire being focused on the small, skilled movements of his hand.

he said. Don read the Portugal piece that afternoon in the sitting room. It was the shortest of the four pieces — the tightest, the most compressed. It had the quality of something that had been through five drafts and had emerged from them as the essential argument without the extra material. Don read it in twenty minutes.

My library professor whose deep commanding voice made my thighs clench during lectures. The man I’d fantasized about bending me over these very tables and fucking me senseless until I can’t remember my name. I opened the book, and the dedication page read: For those who crave quiet darkness.” My breath hitched. I flipped to the next page and started reading. “She knelt before him in the silence of stacks, skirts pushed high, panties already soaked. “Read it out,” He ordered. “Every filthy word, while I taste how wet you’ve become for me.”

I rolled my eyes hard enough it almost hurt, but my nipples were already tightening under my thin tank top as I sank down to the carpet. The position spread my knees apart, making the short skirt ride up until cool air hit the damp crotch of my panties. I could feel myself getting wet already, just from the way he looked down at me like I was something he could break whenever he wanted. “Read what exactly?” I muttered, grabbing the fresh paper he slid across the desk. He reached into a drawer and pulled out a slim leather book, opening it to a marked page before handing it down to me. “This classic passages, no attitude. Start now.”

Emma checked her phone again. 11:37 PM. The pizza delivery was already twenty minutes late, and the three girls in her off-campus apartment were getting restless. “Fuck it, I’m starving,” Emma muttered, adjusting her tiny black booty shorts that barely covered her round ass. She was 24, curvy with full tits and a fat ass, wearing only a thin white crop top with no bra. Her two roommates — Mia (22, petite Asian with perky tits) and Zoe (23, athletic blonde with long legs) — were dressed similarly: tiny shorts and tank tops, bored and horny after a night of drinking and complaining about guys.

“I am a good friend. That’s why no stripper. Got you wine early, now I can take you home to tuck you in early for a good night’s sleep. I know you can’t handle your wine.” “Fine,” Shorter responded. “I’m swimming. You coming?” he asked as he shucked his underwear. “Soon as I finish this beer,” responded Taller taking a seat in the granus at the edge of the pond. Shorter stood up on the rock I had recently been lying on. I got a good view of his well-hung muscular form just before he dived in. He surfaced in the middle and began swimming around. My luck ran out just as he neared my hiding place. A fish chose that Woman Of The Houseent to nibble my bust surprising the crap out of me. I jumped

Shaun kicks Lester in the side. "Okay, but I want answers as soon as we find clothes." Jon and Shaun look around and finally find some in a storage room. I'm assuming they dressed people up before the bidding because the clothes are a pair of extremely short jean shorts and a tight crop top. I'll be lucky if my breasts don't pop out of that thing. Shaun has Skye go into the storage area and shut the door. Skye was right; I felt no pain when shifting back to human. I quickly get dressed and walk out. Jon looks at me with wide eyes.

’ My pussy clenches just by reading it, a rush of heat pooling between my legs. 7:15 PM, The cab ride to the hotel is pure torture. I'm in a simple black dress—short, very clingy, no bra, no panties underneath. My nipples harden against the dress, and I press my thighs together to ease the ache. Every bump in the road sends jolts through me, making my mind flash to memories of him. That first gym session, his thumbs on my hips. The office fucks, desk creaking under us. I bite my lip and slip my hand under my dress for a quick touch. My pussy is already wet and swollen. God, I need him.

"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—"

Chapter 1 The bookstore smelled like fresh coffee and old paper, the way it always did on event nights. Elena Reyes stood at the front of the packed reading room, microphone in hand, watching twenty kids and their parents lean forward as she finished the last chapter of the bedtime story. Laughter rippled through the crowd. A little girl in the front row clapped so hard her pigtails bounced. Then her phone buzzed on the podium. Once. Twice. Three times. She ignored it until the applause died down. Only then did she glance at the screen.