Humorous Inspirational Short Stories Novels & Stories

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“Leave me, if you do not want to talk now, whenever you are ready, I will be there for you” To make me happy he told me about one of his remarkable experiences in farming, when he was about ten years of age, he went to the farm with one of his father’s workers, the father used to employ workers to help him on his farm. He went with the man from the eastern part of the country, they were to cut a bush, almost like a forest because the place had been left fallow for a long period. It was during the rainy season. They were to use the farm for planting yam. “We were cutting the bush in the rain”. It is believed that farmers should never be afraid of rain nor sunshine. “We continued cutting until

She complained, but I could see the small smile tugging on her lips as she leaned closer to me, and I captured her mouth in a passionate kiss. “Then I'll make sure you can't walk on your feet tomorrow,” I muttered against her lips as I flipped her onto the bed and she giggled softly when I placed soft kisses all over her chest. “I heard you every time.” She suddenly whispered and I raised a brow in confusion. “Whenever you jerked off, moaning my name, I heard you. And I… it was so fucking sexy that I touched myself too, while thinking of you. I never told you because I didn't want you to think I was a hoe or a whore.” She explained and I shot her a knowing smile as I traced her bottom lip wi

Over the years, Lisa had become so dependent on Dad that she was incapable of working to feed herself. Meanwhile, Jennifer needed tens of thousands of dollars to pay for her hospital bill. Left with no choice, Lisa had gone to beg her old flames for money. She'd ruined many marriages in her youth with her beauty. Now that she'd hit rock bottom, she was mocked and insulted before being able to ask for help. Ultimately, she was almost taken away by human traffickers after failing to get money from her old flames.

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.

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I poured the last red wine into the glass and carried it up upstairs. The laptop screen glowed as I created the website account. VelvetVixen. I, however, slipped into the black lace set I bought on impulse last year, which cupped my breasts and left my hips bare. My nipples already tightened against the thin fabric when I sat on the edge of the bed and hit “Go Live.” At first, I only teased myself. Fingers tracing the lace, slow circles over my thighs with a hand full of strangers typed hearts and fire emojis. I saw the tips trickle in, I told myself it was just for money but when the first tip hit—it was fifty dollars from someone named Regular47.

“Oh god… fuck me, Mr. Collins… please! Give me your cock!” My fingers moved frantically, curling and thrusting while my thumb rubbed my swollen clit in tight circles. I was so close, moaning shamelessly now. “Yes… deeper… fuck your little virgin, Mr. Collins!” The bedroom door suddenly creaked open. Ria stood there in her tiny sleep shorts and tank top, arms crossed, an amused smirk on her lips as she watched me finger-fucking myself desperately. “Wow. Screaming my dad’s name while you finger your tight little pussy? That’s next-level thirsty, Maya.”

That pussy, man… it saved my life. Before her, I was a loser with zero direction. After her, I had focus. I had goals. Hell, I had drive. Because of her, I became a man. Now I’m a successful accountant, a decent husband, and, if my wife’s moans mean anything, I was an amazing pussy eater. Funny how life works out, right? And it all started with Mrs. Brandon and her sweet, unforgettable pussy.

Could I survive such humiliation? As soon as the answer was revealed, time seemed to speed up again. The tip of my captor’s cock dipping past my anus was the last straw. I lost it, I went completely insane. I started to fight, wiggling out from under the boss. I kicked and punched. A few of the blows landed, but most hit nothing but air. I began to scream, hoping my high-pitched shrieks could destabilize my captors long enough for me to make a run for it. I somehow made it to my feet and bolted for the door. Hope began to swell within me as I realized there was a slim chance I could actually escape. Then I laid eyes on the twins and all hope was lost. Unlike their boss, the massive bodyguard