Inspiring Short Stories Novels & Stories

HA! You only get one life. Follow your dreams. NEVER APOLOGIZE for setting a goal and coming up with a plan to achieve it. I will help you. I promise. If I’ve learned anything in life, it’s that we only get one. Life is short. And no matter how hard you try to soak in each day, today is the only day that’s promised. Yesterday is for memories and learning. And tomorrow is never promised. Don’t live in fear, sweet girls. Fear is a liar that will steal your joy. So live each day with love for others, love for yourself, and faith in something bigger than yourself.

Due to this, there was a novel that was a hit on w******l, titled 'SEX ADDICTED BOYFRIEND' It was a romance novel, where the male lead was only about having sex with his girlfriend, which the girl didn't mind of course. Seeing how their relationship was moving, without him making any attempt to ask her to marry him, the female lead started getting worried. He was very handsome and a lot of girls want to snatch him from her, but luckily, he was really in love with her. The issue was, sex. He just couldn't do without it for a week. A part of her was scared for getting dump after they've had so much sex, so she was trying to hint him into proposing to her.

I was dangerously close. My back arched off the bed, two fingers buried deep inside my soaked pussy as I read the filthiest part of the story — the part where the two older men had the girl pinned between them, stretching both her holes while calling her their perfect little whore. “That’s it, baby. Take both our cocks like a good girl.” My thighs started shaking. I was right there… when my mother’s voice suddenly cut through the door. “Serena! Dinner!”

My breathing hitched but I didn't pull away. He traced slow circles over the back of my hand. Light touches. Gentle. But my pulse was racing. I bit my lip, holding back a sound. "Touch yourself," he whispered. "Show me how it feels." My fingers shook, but I moved slowly, slipping my hand beneath my jeans down to my pussy. I started slow. My breathing hitched. I imagined him right there with me, guiding my every move. He kept his hand on mine, grounding me. "You can ask for forgiveness after," he murmured.

I dropped the book in my hands, my other hand, finding its way to the crotch of my bum shorts. I grazed my fingers over the areas and the feeling had my eyes fluttering in pleasure. I grazed myself for a few more seconds, loving the trail of heat surrounding my folds. “Ahh…Ace, don't stop,” I moaned, my voice sounding a little clearer than the last as I pinched my nipple. I slipped my fingers into my shorts from the crotch area, biting hard on my lips to prevent my moan from sounding too loud. The moment my fingers touched me down there, a shuddery breath escaped my lips.

Pinky squinted to read it, her eyes tracing the loops and crosses. "Collection of short stories for ladies," the title read. "Stories of desire, of awakening, of the first time." Pinky blinked, her eyes widening as she read on. The handwriting was feminine, secretive, as if the writer were sharing her most guarded thoughts with only the pages. It was a confession. A revelation. As she began to read.

There was one solitary, big book on a low table between them. "The title of the tale is The Binding of Autumn," he began, his voice an entrancing whisper just in harmony with the shriek of the fire. “It's the tale of a harvest god who offers a mortal woman a choice: one night of absolute freedom for one year of unimaginable riches for her people." He didn't move as his eyes met hers. "The consent is the matter at hand. It must be freely bestowed, not coerced, and whispered three times into the skin of his throat." “Do you have any idea what sort of story you're going to be reading me tonight?”

Hi, everyone! This is Curvy Writes, and first things first: I need to take a deep, dramatic bow and then just collapse on the nearest couch. Because, people, we did it! I just want to say a massive, soul-hugging, confetti-tossing THANK YOU to every single one of you who has been reading my short story, "In Her Skin." Seriously, from the bottom of my slightly exhausted but extremely grateful heart, thank you. You guys have been the absolute best audience a writer could ask for.

I'm gonna post a few short stories there for you to enjoy. author_mariyam

The flames of passion consumed them entirely. Joshua gripped her legs and drew her closer to him, his masculinity infiltrating her femininity even further. Danica's body shook with each thrust from Joshua. She couldn't stop crying since the pleasure was so intense for her. His every thrust was harsh, but she enjoyed it. Every thrust convinced her she was the only one and no one else mattered. He will never grow tired of loving her, no matter how many years pass.