Interesting Short Stories Novels & Stories

For the past few weeks I had been completely obsessed with p**n. Not the soft, romantic stuff I used to watch with my husband Mark. No. I had fallen headfirst into the rawest, nastiest, most cliché videos I could find. The ones where a bored housewife gets absolutely destroyed by the plumber, the delivery guy, the pool boy, or any random stranger who shows up at the door while her clueless husband is somewhere else in the house. I could not stop thinking about it.

Juliette had heard these horror stories from the previous receptionist. As she got closer to the door, she heard a thud as if he had thrown his shoe at the wall. He threw things, but most often his shoes, she’d learned. She bit her lip at the thought that at least it wasn’t an employee’s head. In the brief silence that followed the thud, she slowly opened the door to his office. He was still on the phone and beckoned her to enter. She shut the door behind her and began to lay out the lunch that she had brought on the long table mostly covered in papers by his desk.

I never thought a stupid prank by my so-called friends would change everything. It was supposed to be harmless. A silly dare during a weekend hangout at my house while Mom was away visiting her sister. They tied my wrists with fuzzy handcuffs to the headboard, spread my legs with soft ropes to the bedposts, and left me in nothing but a tiny tank top and no panties. “Just for ten minutes,” they laughed, snapping pictures before running downstairs to “hide” and wait for my reaction.

I turned to the left and sprinted ahead, making sure my sandals weren't loud against the gravelled floor. When I got to the garden, I paused and wiped superficial sweat off my face. The first mission is successful, now the next is to seduce him. The garden was vast. It stretched out wildly, with flowers and trees of different kinds. It almost felt more like a well maintained forest than a garden. I glanced up, the sun was about to set, just above a tree. If I could attract him before the sun set, then I could make him want me enough to grant my people a good meal for a day. I immediately pulled out a small vial, and gulped down the content. Although my heat was today, I could as well induce

Title: My Married Neighbor Filled My Ass Every Afternoon Chapter 1 His name was Marcus. He lived right next door with his wife and their two little kids. Marcus was thirty-six, tall, dark skinned, with a thick muscular body from working construction. Every time I saw him outside without his shirt, sweating while fixing his car or cutting the grass, my cock would get hard. He had a deep voice and a calm way of smiling that made my stomach flip.

"There are a dozen reporters after your story." He set the glass down and leaned against the desk, crossing his arms. His eyes darkened, something predatory flashing in them. "Because you're different. Persistent. Beautiful. I watched you for weeks, Lena. The way you move, the fire in your eyes when you chase a lead. You intrigue me. And in my world, intrigue has consequences."

Then he stood up, breathing hard. Then I also got up quickly, my legs were kind of shaky, but I didn’t even care and cum still leaking from my pussy and ass together. I rushed to the bathroom, cleaned my body with the fresh water directly from the shower as fast as I could, and came back out in under three minutes. The stranger raised an eyebrow. “That was so fast and quick. Why does it look like you are in so much rush?” “I just have to get back early,” I said with a sly smile.

WENDY'S POV The engine of my 2008 hatchback, affectionately nicknamed The Buggy because it was small, round, and currently infested with a strange rattling sound, coughed one last time before dying. I sat there in the driver's seat, gripping the steering wheel until my knuckles turned white.

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She kisses me back with shy eagerness. The End (or is it only the beginning?) That is it for my short story about Lilly and Mr. Storm. I hope that you liked to read it as much as I liked to write it.