Novel & Cerita Great Short Stories

Chapter 2 My pussy flooded hotter, soaking the crotch of my shorts so I could feel the fabric clinging wet between my legs. I reached back with my free hand and stroked his hard cock over his pants, wrapping my fingers around the thick length and squeezing so I could feel every vein and the way the head was already leaking enough precum to make a damp spot on the fabric. “Shit, it’s so thick,” I breathed out, stroking him slowly and firmly while he kept mauling my tits with both hands now, one on each, lifting and squeezing them together so they spilled over his fingers.

The filthiness of it, bent over my broken-down car in the middle of nowhere, getting fucked hard by a stranger covered in grease, pushed me over the edge fast. “Colt… I’m gonna cum!” I screamed. “Cum then,” he snarled, reaching around to rub my clit. “Cum loud for me.” I shattered. My orgasm ripped through me violently, my pussy gushing around his thick cock as I cried out into the night. My legs shook so hard I could barely stand. Colt groaned deeply, pounding me through my orgasm before burying himself to the hilt. He came hard, flooding my pussy with thick, hot spurts of cum.

And before she could regain her strength, Bernard had pulled her leg, spread her legs even more, and wordlessly inserted his throbbing manhood into her slippery womanhood. And she was so surprised that Bernard had already come inside her with just one thrust. Her eyes widened as she stared at him. His whole face was red, and his eyes were closed. When Bernard opened his eyes, and their eyes met, he grinned. "I'm not done yet." He said and once again trusted with a lot of force and emphasis. After that, his thrusts became one after the other, and each thrust into her womanhood seemed to shake her world. "Ahh! Ahh! Oh fuck! Bernard!" she exclaimed. "Ahh! There! There! Yes, right there—oh shit!

You’re here to work. Inside the lighthouse the air smelled like coffee and woodsmoke and salt. He showed her the guest room — small, clean, a narrow bed with a window facing the open water. A shelf of books above it. She noticed that. Real books. Varied. Not what she expected from a man who’d chosen this kind of solitude. He told her the basic rules. Short sentences. No wasted words. She asked questions anyway, recorder ready in her hand. “Not yet,” he said when she lifted it.

This is the first bookstore I have been to, the books before were for learning, not stories. "Okay, how about telling me some books you have read and if you enjoyed them?" He looks at me waiting. "Yeah, see I haven't read stories. I read books that are to help you learn but never read purely for pleasure." "Okay, I have a few suggestions, follow me." He walks through and I follow, not missing Troy's eyes on me, while he has his phone in his hand. "Here, so, these are small books. Each one has short stories in, between one thousand and ten thousand words each story. Based on a specific genre." I watch as he picks up three and holds them out.

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.

I felt my pussy contract at his words, grasping at something that wasn’t there yet I desperately craved. “Just focus on the stars, baby.” he licked up and down my neck while his fingers finally parted my folds, finding my clit. He rubbed the bundle of nerves until I shook. I stared up at the ceiling as shooting stars and comets zipped by. I felt myself getting close, as if I could join those heavenly bodies up in the sky.

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.

Tucked underneath it was a small, folded piece of paper. Anna's hand trembled as she picked it up and unfolded it. It was a single sentence, written in a bold, elegant script. The game is just getting started.

One would think her humorous tales were just for laughs or to pad the word count, but by the conclusion, it became evident that she was laying out foreshadows throughout. While working on her first novel, "Mizzy" also wrote several short pieces, each around two thousand words, which she simultaneously published on ScribeSphere and shared on social media platforms. These bite-sized stories, light-hearted and humorous in tone, could be devoured in mere minutes. Their appeal was evident when they were repeatedly shared across platforms, gaining her a good number of followers. However, many read her short stories without noting the author behind them, completely unaware of "Mizzy."