Great Short Stories Novels & Stories

💦The First Night 💦 I never meant to become addicted. It started innocently enough, or at least that’s what I told myself. My name is Mia, 24 years old, living alone in a small but cozy apartment in Chicago. I worked from home as a freelance graphic designer, which meant long hours at my desk with headphones on. But one night, three weeks after I moved in, I forgot to wear them. That was the night everything changed. It was a Thursday, around 11:40 PM. I was lying in bed in nothing but an oversized t-shirt, scrolling through my phone, when I heard it for the first time.

Austin just nodded like it was already decided, but when our eyes met for a second I could tell neither of us really believed that thin wall between our rooms would keep us apart for long. All day I tested him on purpose. I put on the shortest dresses I owned, the ones that barely covered my ass when I walked. Every time we were alone in a hallway I brushed my body against his, letting my breast press against his arm or my hip slide across his. I leaned close and whispered dirty things so only he could hear. “I keep thinking about how your cock felt inside me last night,” I said once while we walked past the kitchen. “I woke up still wet from you.”

I'd taken countless forms of transport and walked miles, suppressing my fear while passing through a forest to get to him. However, all I'd gotten in return was a local telling me there wasn't any ancient tomb in the vicinity. All there was was a professor by the surname of Gray preparing for a traditional wedding at the old settlement with his lover. The preparations had started half a year ago.

He gained his trust in 5 years which he definitely couldn't let go so easily. Keith saw an old woman walking down the street and she seemed weak to him. He made sure no one was around and the old woman was alone. He reached his hand down to his pocket and held his knife which was covered He walked slowly and waited for the old woman to come closer to him. As the woman came closer, he took out his knife and pointed it towards her wrinkled face. “Give me your valet old woman! Hurry up!" The old woman shivered and held her paper bag close to her chest.

she said breezily as she made a beeline for the fridge. "Morning," I answered. My eyes flicked to the girl behind her. Sara. Her hair was damp at the ends, like she'd just showered. She had on one of Layla's oversized sweatshirts and a pair of shorts that barely covered her ass. She looked up, almost hesitantly. "Good morning," she said in a voice soft. Her lips parted, her cheeks tinted pink—she remembered too. My tongue on her. Her thighs shaking. The way she moaned into my pillow when I made her cum.

His body, which I knew from the look of it was hard, was perfectly defined in his white sando. When the bell rang, I groaned in frustration. That was already two hours? That wasn’t enough! I want to watch him more in this state, fantasize how rough he is on bed, and how good he is a fucker. I could say that that was the shortest two hours of my life. “Hello, Lila! Finally you answered your phone. I’ve been calling you for almost an hour now.” Mira, the landlady of the dorm I was bedspacing at, loudly said in my phone.

Our pretty princess and our submissive little slut. Our sweet Gabriella. THE END

She didn't say a word. She just climbed into his bed, her shorts already gone. And they didn't play any games. Ember Thinking 1 credits remaining for today. Running low - upgrade your plan

Long Story Short, I survived. ────────────────────────────────────────────────────

You're welcome in advance. It was just texting. No voice. No video. The method her words settled in his chest, it felt like presence. Later in the day as he was icing his knee, he picked up the book again and noticed a scribbled note in the margin. “Some stories aren’t about escape. They’re about returning as someone new.” He didn’t know if she wrote it or if the author did. But either way, it hit. He looked at the untouched tea up until it went cold.