Hot One Shots Novels & Stories

Shelby turns away and finds something interesting in the yard we pass before I can gather enough intel on her thoughts. “That would be a deal-breaker,” she finally replies. “Been there, done that, tore my heart out, and bleached the T-shirt. I’m looking for a hookup that’s more than a one-night stand but less than dating.” I’m crazy to take her up on the offer but I can’t seem to help myself. “You want it hot and sweaty against the parked car up ahead or can you wait until we return to my place?” Her laughter turns my dick to stone. “Back at your place is soon enough.”

My eyes almost roll back from the way it sends ripples up my body, with my other hand I twist my hard nipple between my forefinger and my thumb, tugging on it and releasing it. The bounce of my boobs sends pleasure shooting up my spine and I whimper again, slightly shutting my legs around my hand that is in between them. “Keep them open, when he touches you…you have to…fuck…keep them open” Kandy says and leans forward, through the phone her foxy eyes studies my pussy and a little bit of juice slides out of me, just from her watching me. Why is this so hot? Isn't this a bit too insane? What happens to the lines we should have as besties?

3 feet tall body that clearly shout out *I go to the gym every fucking day* in front of me like a fucking wall. As he stands in front of me, I shudder and gulp, I could feel cold sweats oozing from my skin pores, because the Stephen Brown in front of me now, isn’t the angelic cupid from before, he’s now like an angry mob who had his girlfriend stolen from him. He’s only cupid in front of Lisa, he’s a bouncer to everyone else! “Hey! You are the one who wants to steal Lisa from me. RIGHT?!” Stephen growls.

"Incubi are born flirts! How do you know you're his only woman? Once he's bored, he'll toss you aside. He doesn't even know what love is! Don't ruin your whole life being his plaything." "Shirley, I fell in love with you at first sight. I don't care if you've slept with that incubus," Jamie said, trying to sound noble. The two of them took turns preaching about true love and morality. Tracy and I had grown up together, yet looking at her now, I barely recognized her. But this time, I wasn't going to give her what she wanted. I yanked my arm free and pulled Lionel toward the entrance. "When your heat cycle's over and you want a divorce, I'll go along with it," I told him.

The pleasure overwhelming my senses was so strong that my mind went blank the whole time. Some time later, our ragged breathing was the only sound left in the room. When I tried to crawl over to the nightstand to grab a cigarette, my hand was already trembling violently. After sticking the cigarette between my lips, I tried lighting it up with my shaky hands but to no avail. Before I could light my cigarette, I felt my ankle getting grabbed by Julius. To make it worse, my body was still sensitive from the climax. My cigarette fell to the floor. I gripped the bedframe tightly while sobbing out, "I can't do this anymore… I don't want another round…"

Meanwhile, Kaivan chose the long-barreled H&K MP5, produced in Germany. They spent over two hours having fun. Kaivan and Edward seemed to be the most enthusiastic about competing against each other. "I give up..." Edward shouted, raising both hands. Kaivan turned to him and smiled contentedly. While Edward approached Kenzi and Richard, who were already sitting in the waiting area, Kaivan decided to rinse off the sweat from his body. "You two are crazy!" Kenzi shook his head, watching Edward and Kaivan having so much fun they lost track of time.

Third Person’s POV “Jordan, baby, I’m so happy we got married. You’ve made me the happiest woman alive. I love you to the moon and back.” Fiona’s voice came out in hushed whispers as she poured wine into Jordan’s glass and settled herself on his lap, her perfume wrapping around him like a trap he couldn’t escape. They had arrived at Flamingo, the five-star hotel Jordan had rented out entirely for their honeymoon. Fiona had made it her mission to have her husband to herself, away from the world, away from excuses.

I look at the time and find it's 6:00 am. Shot! I'd be late if I don't head out now. I switch off my phone and dump it under my pillow as phones aren't allowed in my school. Then, I rush out of my room. I lock it with its key and dump my key in my bag. My mom handed me all the spares of my room key, so only I can access my room. She and Annabelle know just how much my privacy means to me. I rush down the stairs to the fridge in the dining and pull out a bottle of Lacasera. My favorite drink.

On the laptop Christian was still pounding Anastasia into the mattress, her cries matching the wet squelch of my own fingers A sharp ping cut through the moment. I groaned in frustration, pulling my soaked fingers free and grabbing my phone. Zane’s name lit up the screen. I tapped the message and a photo filled it...his hard cock, flushed and veined, the pink head glistening with a fat bead of precum that trailed down the shaft. My pussy clenched hard at the sight. Below the image his text read: “He misses his hot, sexy girl" I typed back with one hand while the other slipped back into my panties, two fingers pushing straight into my soaked pussy.

A woman was obsessed with me. For some fucked up reason, that realization didn’t make me feel safer. It made everything feel ten times more intense. Another message popped up immediately: Unknown: I’ve watched every single one of your streams, I couldn’t get enough! I know exactly how you touch yourself when you think no one’s really paying attention. I know what you sound like when you actually cum… not the fake moans you give your fans. I was breathing so hard the room started spinning. Then came the final text: