Great Short Reads Novels & Stories

The Story of Russell and Samantha: NOTE, THIS EPISODE IS TAKEN FROM 'NOT YOUR AVERAGE GEEK', A STORY BY THE SAME AUTHOR CURRENTLY LEFT ON-HOLD. ***** I woke up drenched in sweat. It's almost November, yet California weather is as always; unpredictable.

TALES OF INSTANT LUST - SHORT READS Preface Greetings, Reader Welcome to a world where passion flares up in the most unexpected places, where lust takes the stage, and where desire never waits. The concept behind "Tales of Instant Lust" was that not all love stories have to be quiet or poetic. Irresistible chemistry, unsaid tension, and raw hunger can sometimes express more than a thousand romantic words ever could. Designed for people who want their fantasies to be served quickly, hot, and unrestrained, these stories are brief, intense, and explicitly sexy.

Until now, strange short stories had only very short stories. But from volume two I intend to add stories that have 10 to 20 captains as well. These stories are not so long nor have so much visibility as a separated book. For this reason, I decided to move all then into strange short stories, that is already a storybook of different themes.

Hello Forbidden Love Stories Readers and Fans. I like to know what kind of story or tales would you like in this book next. I was thinking to go back to our starting days of the FLS sensual short stories of 1-3 chapters. If you agree, Like this chapter and leave comments and your opinions. I have many amazing full of lust and love short stories ready to go live for you guys. These are all my personal favorite premium short stories which I have been saving for days and it is time this gold comes to light to meet the readers.

Pinky squinted to read it, her eyes tracing the loops and crosses. "Collection of short stories for ladies," the title read. "Stories of desire, of awakening, of the first time." Pinky blinked, her eyes widening as she read on. The handwriting was feminine, secretive, as if the writer were sharing her most guarded thoughts with only the pages. It was a confession. A revelation. As she began to read.

Club Slut Awakening I stepped into the throbbing chaos of Pulse, the hottest underground club near Westbridge University. The bass from the industrial techno track vibrated through my chest, making me already sensitive nipples harden against the thin fabric of my tiny black crop top. After the mind-blowing afternoon with Jake in my dorm, my body still hummed with leftover heat. My pussy felt tender and slick, a constant reminder of the multiple loads he’d pumped into me. And I barely cleaned up before slipping into the shortest pleated skirt I owned, with no panties on and heading out alone, craving more.

The late afternoon sun filtered through the blinds, casting shadows across his broad shoulders. "Sit," he ordered, pointing to the chair in front of his desk. I sat down, my short pleated skirt riding up my thighs. "Professor Kane, I know the grade is bad. I studied, I really did, but literature analysis has always been…" "Stop." He cut me off, standing up slowly and circling around the desk like a predator. He snatched the paper from my hands and tossed it down. "This is unacceptable for a student of your intelligence. D minus. Pathetic."

Forever. End of book 36

Lexi Blackwood 3. Jaxon Blackwood Character introduction Hey you all! Let me introduce you to the characters in Haunted Desires. First up is Light Carter, the light of the party and the freakiest kid in Hamlet. Group sex, bdsm sex, illicit sex, kinky sex, and any sexual adventures that will bring pleasure are his favorite sports. Then there's Reed, his partner in crime but with a more stable life. He is dating and hopelessly in love with his childhood sweetheart, however, he tags along with Light on any sexual adventures because it arouses him. He also enjoys an audience when he’s fucking his girlfriend, Red. Next is Gem, the sharp-tongued friend who’s not afraid to speak her mind. She’s emo

The lecture hall was still buzzing with chatter as I gathered my books after the final class of the day. I was wearing one of my favorite outfits — a short, pleated skirt that showed off my long legs and a tight white blouse that hugged my full breasts, the top two buttons left undone so just a hint of cleavage peeked out. The bruise on my left nipple had faded to a faint mark, but every time the fabric brushed against it I remembered Daddy’s mouth and fingers claiming that same spot.