Inspiring Short Stories Novels & Stories

In fact, I encourage it. There’s nothing wrong with a little self stimulation when you’re all alone and far away from your lover. And if you need help from someone with more experience, don’t feel shy to ask. I sure can give you a few pointers, if you ever feel the need for it. Oh, what did you say? You would love that?

SERAPHINA'S POV. I should never have gone to that club. I should never have let another man touch me, let alone fuck me senseless until I forgot I had a husband waiting at home. I should have controlled my sexual fantasies, endured the boring, predictable, painfully gentle sex with Daniel and gone back to my toys like a responsible married woman and never set foot outside that door. I should have just gotten a better vibrator. But I hadn't. And here I was. What had I gotten myself into?

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.

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.

Iman stuck her tongue out at him. *Flashback ends* Love teaches you many things, but separation turns you into a complete different person. The guy, who never had one sip of tea before, now his day doesn't start if he doesn't have a cup of tea. When the tea was ready, he pour it in three cups and went to living room. "Poor girl, I really feel bad for her. Her husband passed away in just one year of her marriage." When Dabir entered the lounge room, he heard Aima.

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.

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.

Kamala asked and he nodded. “A couple of my crazy guys back in college spoke about it. So it was the fastest way to get the money that I could think of. I signed for one month and by two weeks, I was able to clear the debt and get my home back. I know my story sounds unbelievable in this century but it's my truth” Kamala pulled him in for a hug. They lay back down and she narrated her own story to him, her face wet with tears when she was done.