Great Short Short Books Novels & Stories

I never wore them here. I opened the book at random. Words blurred. It didn't matter. My right hand slipped between my legs before the first sentence ended. Fingers found my clít. Already swollen. Already slick. I rubbed fast. Circles. Up and down. Pressure hard enough to make my breath hitch.

Easy access. The whole Uber ride to the coffee shop, I kept my thighs pressed together, acutely aware of how wet I was, how exposed I felt. Every bump in the road made the friction unbearable. I wanted to slide my hand between my legs and finish what I'd started last night, but I didn't. He'd told me not to come. So I wouldn't. Good little slut. Following Daddy's orders. I arrived at Brew Haven ten minutes early and ordered a latte I didn't want, just to have something to do with my hands. The coffee shop was busy—businesspeople on laptops, students studying, couples on dates. Normal people doing normal things.

She poured herself another glass of cheap red, already on her third, and dropped onto the couch in her pencil skirt and blouse, buttons half undone. The city lights through the rain-streaked windows. Her laptop was still open on the coffee table, case files glowing like accusatory little rectangles. She should sleep. Instead she reached for the dusty old book she’d bought on a drunken whim two years ago at that weird occult shop downtown. *Daemonologie for the Modern Woman.* Stupid. But tonight it felt like the right kind of stupid. She flipped it open, scanned a page at random, and slurred the words under her breath. Latin? Probably, didn’t matter.

My personal cum dumpster. I wore just my pants. My bulge remained very visible as I made my way to the kitchen. I already saw my mother-in-law Laura in the hallway. Before I approached her, Zara started walking towards us. She wore a very short skirt. Her tank top made her boobs point at me. I gulped and averted my eyes immediately. “I’m going to the club. I might return today or tomorrow.” She murmured. Immediately she locked gaze with me, she averted it shyly.

Forever. End of book 36

Quickly, I dropped a pen on the floor with a sharp clatter. "Oops," I said smoothly, bending down to pick it up. "Must've knocked something over." Brother Thomas smiled politely, clearly distracted by the noise. I seized the moment, slipping my hand under the desk again. "Stay quiet," I whispered to Noami, "And keep going." The risk made every sensation sharper—sin felt like a dangerous game, and I was all in. Brother Thomas kept speaking about the altar arrangements, oblivious. I nodded where I had to, gave vague answers, all while she kept going—her hands, her mouth, her wicked tongue pulling me closer and closer to the edge.

What's going to happen if it reaches social media? My hands were shaking terribly, I managed to off the water and started practicing breathing techniques to calm myself down because I was loosing it. Suddenly the door flew open and Alice; the secretary walked in. "Isabella you don't look okay, are you going?", she asked immediately she saw me. I shook my head negatively, putting my hands behind me so she doesn't notice my shaky hands. "What's wrong, you look like you've seen a ghost ". "I think I need my medications", I lied," my insulin and -"

More… specific. I read romance novels and decided the first step to getting his attention was to make him see me as something other than Jane’s little friend. I started wearing shorter skirts when I knew I’d see him. Tighter tops. I’d pull my hair up to expose my neck, mimicking gestures I’d seen in movies. But he never gave me a second glance. Not until I went for the nuclear option. Last night, I sent him photos. Not just any photos. Explicit ones. Carefully angled, lit by the dim lamp in my dorm room, leaving nothing to the imagination. I sent them to his private email, the one I’d memorized from seeing it on paperwork years ago.

That was when it hit me, quick as hell. Eyes closed, waiting for me to continue with what I was doing, lost in it. I quickly slipped out my phone, opened it to the camera, and hit record. Then propped it up against a stack of books. Perfect view of everything that will take place. This is gonna be fun. I said to myself.

“You were reading a finance book in the lobby café. And your presentation landed us the biggest deal with M.Co too,” I frowned. “That was like… three months ago.” “Yes.” “You noticed that?” His voice lowered again. “You were biting your lip while you read.” Heat shot straight to my face. “You’re unbelievable.” “So is your habit of pretending you’re invisible.” I folded my arms defensively. “Maybe I like being invisible.” He leaned closer again. Close enough that his voice brushed my ear. “No,” he murmured. “You don’t.” A shiver ran through me. Before I could respond, he stepped back. The sudden space felt strange, Like something had been taken away.