Inspiring Short Stories 소설 & 이야기

- *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.

My name is Joseph Cains. At the time of writing I was still a member of the University’s music club, and I had an enormous crush on a beautiful mixed-race girl who happened to come along to the same club. This story comes from halfway through the academic year, just before her grading test. She asked me to come to the lakeside after my classes to help her practice her throws and tumbles, and I, being a lovestruck fool, agreed. It was one of the best foolish decisions that I have ever made.

“Now what are we to do with her?” “Anything, my dear Clara.” replied Narissa. “Anything at all. We can bring different men to fuck her everyday until her pussy shies away from cocks.” “Good idea.” “I know, right, Loretta?” “Or we could turn your into our very own Onlyfans star. Make money from videos and pictures we sell of you.” “N-no, please.” “What do you say, Renee?” Narissa asked the woman who had been sitting on the bed the whole while. “What makes her so special that our husbands want to die because of her?”

Heat pooled between my legs, insistent and wet, but it was the tenderness in their eyes—the quiet hope—that cracked me wide open. “I’m thirty-one,” I whispered. “I’ve spent years chasing men who either want to fix me or fuck me and forget me. The ones who stay are boring. The ones who excite me are always… taken. Or gay. Or both.” A wet laugh escaped. “Like you.” “Not gay enough, apparently,” Julian teased softly, but his voice was thick with emotion. His fingers stayed gentle on my shoulder.