Inspiring Short Stories Novels & Stories

A tremor moved through her from her scalp to her knees and she had to press her lips together to keep from saying something stupid like please I want to find out or try me because clearly the part of her brain responsible for self preservation had clocked out for the evening. "Do you understand everything I just told you?" "Yes Sir." "Good girl." He reached forward and loosened the blindfold, letting it fall to the floor. Seraphina blinked, her eyes adjusting to the light of the room and then adjusting to him. Alll the air left her body at once like something had reached into her chest and taken it. He was the most breathtaking man she had ever seen in her entire life, even hotter than her h

The man's mouth parted slightly as he watched her touch herself. She pinched her nipples between her fingers, gasping at the sensation. The stranger's free hand drifted down to palm himself through his boxers. The sight of him touching himself while watching her sent another flood of wetness to her already soaked panties. She let one hand slide down her stomach, over the lace of her underwear. Her fingers pressed against her clit through the fabric, making her hips jerk slightly. "Fuck," she whispered to the empty room. Her legs trembled as she continued touching herself, circling her clit through her panties.

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.

Short terrifying stories that leave you insomnolent . . . definitely a must read to while away time and get sleepless with fear, hahaha. I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy! While you're at it, you can check out my other profile @KinahFeels.

He genuinely has the ability to sit in silence and wait for the world to catch up to him and I have found this quality irritating and reassuring in turns over four months and right now lying in his destroyed bed I find it the most steadying thing in the room. I locate the thought. “I’ve been telling myself a story,” I say to the ceiling. “What kind of story.” “The kind where I knew exactly who I was and what I wanted and the whole thing was settled.” I pause. “Turns out the story had a pretty significant gap in it.” Joshua is quiet for a moment. “How significant.” “Fairly.” I turn my head. “You knew.” It’s not an accusation. He hears that. “I had a strong suspicion,” he says carefully.

I have tried to seduce Lena countless times, but she always shyly pulled away like she was scared of getting tainted by me. I wanted to break that innocence. I wanted to hear her scream out my name in pleasure while I pounded her from behind as her huge tits bounced from the impact. I have envisioned this fantasy so hard that thinking about it made my dick twitch in my pants painfully. I fantasized about how warm her tight cunt would feel when I was balls deep inside her. How it would feel like when I fucked her mouth while those innocent brown orbs looked up to me like I was her salvation. And I would worship her like the goddess she was, if only she would give me a chance.

I was pretty good at it and at the urging of my then girlfriend Julie, had submitted a few to a story site named Erotic escapes where under the pen name hotforteacher I'd gotten some pretty good reviews. Most of my stories were about older women with guys my age and Miss Ross had been the inspiration for many of them. Most of my female leads had the same long dark hair, big brown eyes and perfect full lips as my favorite English teacher. Yes Miss Ross had been the nasty little cougar in my mind and in print many times over the last few months. Shit, I'd even joined her writing discussion group because it met every other Sunday at her house.

Renata was a girl who lived very modestly in a popular neighborhood in Mexico, she lived with her parents and three sisters, one of them was already married and had done very well, she had a very strong character and was the only one who faced her father without fear of being beaten. One day when she was still living with them, she came home from work and her father was hitting her mother, she interposed herself and her father was ready to hit her too, so she said to him: "Come on, hit me, hit me, hit me, hit me, hit me, hit me, hit me, hit me, hit me, hit me, hit me, hit me, hit me, hit me:

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.

The night was a canvas where dreams took shape, where stories danced like firelight, and where Mama Hazel felt the pulse of creativity echo in her soul like a heartbeat. As she ventured further into the dream realm, Mama Hazel discovered that the stories she carried within her heart were not just words on a page—they were living, breathing entities that yearned to be set free, to be shared with the world, to inspire and uplift anyone who dared to listen. The magic of storytelling was not just a gift—it was a legacy, a testament to the enduring power of love, imagination, and connection.