Novel & Cerita Inspiring Short Stories

I shouldn’t have come to work today. If it were up to me, I’d still be curled up in bed, lying in frustration. But here I was, slumped lazily behind my desk, forcing myself to look busy. Forcing myself to work. I flipped through a stack of assignments, from the freshmen literature class, anything to distract myself from the restless ache burning between my thighs. That was when I saw it. Noah’s paper. The instructions I had given were simple: write a short romance story of your choice. Most students had submitted predictable storylines,—sweet shy crushes, innocent first kisses. But Noah’s title stopped me cold.

she whimpered, leaning forward to capture my lips in a deep, tongue-twisting French kiss. As our tongues entwined, Lillian guided my nine-inch cock to the entrance of her soaking wet pussy. She lowered herself slowly, her eyes locked onto mine, savoring the moment my head breached her tight walls. I groaned loudly as I felt her heat envelop me, the tightness of her grip reminding me why she was the only woman who could truly handle me. "Put it all in, Edwin," she breathed, her voice trembling. "Fill me up before we give some of it to her."

- *What is your inspiration in writing this story Er, well, I’ve already wrote a wall of text about it above. But if it’s about what still drives me to continue writing the story (despite the dismal views), it’s the encouragement from my friends, and also my stubbornness to not let Ley’s story die without his legend being created. * Alright, so that’s it for today. Anyway, I’m really sleep, and I think my whole post is just getting crazier and messier. Thank you so much for reading this story. I would appreciate it I can receive some encouraging comments or just any kind of comments for this story.

And then suddenly it dawned on her that it may be the inspiration she needs for another story. One quick shower and some comfortable sleepwear after and there she is hitting the keyboards again. The real story she knew did not have a happy ending but she's writing a fiction and she has the power to change any part of that story including its ending if she wants. Pumped up with an inspiration from a story that happened more than a decade ago and desperately wanting to change its outcome even in fiction, she's able to write the first two chapters in just an hour and can no longer wait to write the ending. She read what she wrote but felt that her story lacks the inspiration she thought she had

STORY FIVE Gina’s POV Yayy! I'm getting fucked tonight! My name is Gina, and I had missed my boyfriend so much it hurt. I arrived at the train station early, my heart racing with anticipation. The place buzzed with the usual chaos; announcements crackling overhead, travelers rushing past with suitcases in tow—but my mind was elsewhere.

I dived into my bed with the magazine. “Just what I needed.” I muttered, I was very horny, but I tried to fight the thoughts that were coming to my mind, but the magazine in front of me wasn't helping matters. "Fuck it," I muttered, carefully scanning the magazine. It was a sex and foreplay guide. My eyes nearly popped off at the next picture. A man was sucking off the breasts of a woman who was obviously enjoying herself. I felt a rush to my pussy. I instantly knew had to do this before I completely lost my mind.

BEFORE YOU READ Nobody is coming to save you. Themes: Forced Proximity, Snowed In, Size Difference, Breeding Kink. This story features a possessive, reclusive hero who hasn't seen a woman in years. Expect primal play, rough sex, and intense possessiveness. (***) Gabrielle

But God, the temptation was constant and brutal. I hated how my cock hardened instantly every time she bent over in those short designer dresses, the hem riding up to reveal the curve where her ass met her thighs. I hated the way her expensive perfume lingered in the hallway long after she had passed, wrapping around me like a tease. I hated lying in bed at night, jerking off furiously in the shower while imagining bending her over the marble kitchen island and ruining the perfect little gold-digger she pretended to be. I hated myself for wanting her at all.

A gift for all my slow romance erotica lovers, a short story from: dividing and conquering the professor I,II,III Lily's POV With my tongue tucked in my cheeks, I press the new toy against my pussy wall and the strong vibration causes my body to shake. “Ahh…” the small whimper that slips out, bounces off the bathroom wall. Biting my lips and pressing my thighs together only makes my moans come out louder. It's been too long since I got fucked, too long that a vibrator feels like paradise to me at the moment.

I met Stephanie at a club a couple years ago. We were both drooling over the same hot guy we knew we didn’t really have a chance at. After Mr. Hot Guy left we started talking, gossiping really, about the girl he left with. She got pretty drunk. I don’t know why, but for some reason I would have felt terrible if I’d just left her at the club, she might have driven herself home- last thing I wanted was to read about a drunk driver hitting a tree and killing herself in the morning edition of the newspaper.