Great Short Stories Novels & Stories

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Especially Jake and Tyler. They were the closest to my brother. They were also the ones who gave me wet dreams. I noticed the way their gazes lingered on my legs whenever I wore shorts, the way they intentionally brushed past me whenever we passed each other in the kitchen. The tension was electric and I didn't know what to do with all that without seeming desperate. So like the normal person I was, I found solace in watching p**n. It was my guilty pleasure that no one knew about. And I didn't intend to let anyone know that I got myself off by watching other people getting fucked.

I shouldn’t have come to work today. If it were up to me, I’d still be curled up in bed, lying in frustration. But here I was, slumped lazily behind my desk, forcing myself to look busy. Forcing myself to work. I flipped through a stack of assignments, from the freshmen literature class, anything to distract myself from the restless ache burning between my thighs. That was when I saw it. Noah’s paper. The instructions I had given were simple: write a short romance story of your choice. Most students had submitted predictable storylines,—sweet shy crushes, innocent first kisses. But Noah’s title stopped me cold.

Hi, I will not say much. This is an erotic story that contains a mom/aunt/son. As you know, I write about Aunt/Mom’s stories. Please support me by reading my other stories, too. Also, you can support me on my P*****n: p*****n.com/laxu00 Story starts

My narrow waist and small frame slid right into the leftover corner, while Knox climbed in after me and took up almost all the room that was left. He’s built way bigger than me in every direction, and his tattooed arms filled up the window side. I ended up pressed flat against the door, my thighs jammed right against his because there was literally nowhere else for them to go. I’ve always been small, and I end up looking almost like a femboy without even trying. My waist dips in, and my ass rounds out under pretty much any pair of shorts I pull on. Guys at school have been staring at me since last year. They watch my hips when I walk down the hallway, and they always find stupid excuses to s

John squeaked, “My… prick… is so small—” “Tiny. Use tiny” Anna waved her hand in the air tiredly. “My prick is so tiny, no condom ever fits it” John said, “Even when I'm erect, it's never enough to hold a condom. My ex used to suck it like it were an actual baby pacifier” “My prick is so minute, my girlfriend strokes me with three fingers only. She said she's still with me out of pity” Connor admitted shyly and some of the other guys chuckled.

Neither of us moved. For one suspended second, the world balanced on the edge of a kiss. Then someone cleared their throat outside the elevator. Reality snapped back. I stepped out quickly, heart racing. Was I about to kiss this stranger? He followed like a shadow. - Work was a blur. Emails made no sense. Coffee tasted like regret. My thoughts kept drifting back to tattoos and smirks and that voice. By evening, I was exhausted in the way that only unresolved sexual tension creates. I’d just kicked off my shoes when a knock sounded.

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.

And the silence hurts worse than anything. End of story 3

His pants dropped, revealing black boxer briefs strained by the thick bulge of his erection. He was enormous, the outline pressing insistently against the fabric. My pulse thundered in my ears, a reluctant curiosity blooming despite the dread. What would it feel like to have that inside me, stretching me to my limits? Rafe hooked his thumbs in the waistband and shoved the briefs down, his cock springing free. It was thick, veined, at least nine inches long, the head flushed and glistening with pre-cum. He stroked himself once, slowly, his eyes darkening as he watched my reaction.