Historical Fiction: Short Stories & Novellas Novels & Stories

he whispered. Meera snuggled closer, completely spent but deeply satisfied. In Alexander’s arms, she felt safe, loved, and utterly claimed. Their story had begun as forbidden desire between a powerful man and his young maid. Now, it was becoming something much deeper — a love that refused to be denied.

Anna's POV My chest heaves as I push the door of the hotel room and stride in. Being the mafia princess has it's good days and it's bad days, but today is an especially bad day, an enemy of my father's had attacked unexpectedly, making me run to this hotel with another enemy. “So many enemies” I huff as I peel the leather jacket off my burning hot body. In a rush, I go to stand in front of the air conditioner to cool myself, even though I know that the it cannot help the hotness I feel.

Nobody was allowed inside his room but Zac unintentionally rushed into his room sometimes which my father didn’t mind at all. Caroline got scared and held my father's hand. “Hahaha! Oh, my dear son” My father laughed and slowly pushed Caroline away and picked up Zac. “What are you doing here my little munchkin” “I was playing hide and seek with Anna. I want to hide in your room daddy.” “Let’s hide together” My father exclaimed. They both hid and Anna came inside the room as well. All 3 of them played and giggled while Caroline stood at the corner looking at Zac with extreme hatred. She couldn't bear him anymore and wanted him to out of her life.

And who was that girl Khirad saw him with? Was Khirad telling truth? Hafsa asked herself. No! Of course not, Hafsa knows Khirad very well. Khirad was the kind of girl who loves talking about unnecessary things and spreading rumors was her hobby. That's why Hafsa never got along with her. Hafsa heart was really stubborn, or maybe madly in love, it never listens anything against Daniyal. Maybe Khirad had mistaken someone else as Daniyal and now just wanted to see some drama in Hafsa's life.

So it is. You're welcome to leave comments, or send a message to myself or Master John. Please understand that I'm not a professional writer, and that I'm doing the best I can in that respect. What I do write is honest and true. Not everything regarding our relationship is sexual, so not every section will be filled with sex scene after sex scene. For example, Part 1 has a lot of background information that for me is important to the relationship. As our relationship evolves, you will see that many things I write about will be sexual, and many things will be more on the taboo side of even the BDSM lifestyle.

This is going to be nice, I just know it. I spend hours cooking, snacking, reading, and it feels like a dream. My fae romance novel takes me to a land that doesn’t resemble my life and I’m so happy to lose myself in it. I’m reading along happily when I come across a word that strikes me dead. Mates. Great. Just what I was trying to forget about. I put it down and pull out the other book I brought, a historical fiction novel. No mates here, no way. Dinnertime creeps around and I spend a while making a nice risotto with a side salad and garlic bread. It’s so good it borders on s*x.

I have tried to seduce Lena countless times, but she always shyly pulled away like she was scared of getting tainted by me. I wanted to break that innocence. I wanted to hear her scream out my name in pleasure while I pounded her from behind as her huge tits bounced from the impact. I have envisioned this fantasy so hard that thinking about it made my dick twitch in my pants painfully. I fantasized about how warm her tight cunt would feel when I was balls deep inside her. How it would feel like when I fucked her mouth while those innocent brown orbs looked up to me like I was her salvation. And I would worship her like the goddess she was, if only she would give me a chance.

Disclaimer This work of fiction contains explicit sexual themes, mature language, and adult situations intended for readers aged 18 and above. All characters depicted are consenting adults, and the events portrayed are entirely fictional. This story includes sensitive subject matter involving religious settings and authority figures, which may be considered provocative or offensive by some readers. It is not intended to reflect or represent real individuals, institutions, or beliefs, but rather to explore fictional scenarios for entertainment purposes only. Reader discretion is strongly advised. •••

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Of course, to get to that point of where she's at now, biting her pillow and keeping her voice muffled and all, it would require going back to Point A, instead of where she's at now. Several months ago, life seemed a little bit different for Vanessa. she was your standard girly girl. She loved to wear high top sneakers, short shorts that showed off her long, slender legs that stopped barely short beneath the curve of her apple bottom cheeks that liked to just stick out, almost begging to just get popped by any passing stranger horny and desperate, and brave enough to do just that. Not only that, but she had ample space up with her breasts, large and rounded enough that took up more than a fe