Interesting Short Stories Novels & Stories

The movement rubbed her clit against the lace, she bit her lip to keep from moaning. He noticed and looked up. “Focus, Aisha. What did the guest lecturer say about memory consolidation?” She swallowed. “He… he said sleep is critical for transferring short-term to long-term memory.” “Good.” He looked back down. “And the example he gave?” She was breathing harder now, her hand slid to her thigh, her fingers brushing the hem of her skirt, she couldn’t help it, she lifted the skirt slightly and slipped her hand inside her panties, she touched her clit in slow circles, she was damn soaked.

I watched her reflection in the side mirror—quiet, composed, and far too calm for someone who had been in my bed two nights ago. God help me. They chatted most of the way to the mall. Or rather—Layla did. She filled the space with stories about things I barely processed. I nodded at the right moments, kept my eyes on the road, but the only thing I could focus on was the way Sara's reflection kept flickering in the rearview mirror. She wasn't talking. Just looking out the window like she didn't feel my eyes on her. When I pulled into the mall parking lot, I put the truck in park and turned to them.

She laughed and thought to herself "my weakness is teachers". -Well, I already told you my whole life story. Of course, when she told her life story she didn't include Gabriel. -Well look my life is not that interesting it is very common I have a family that does not live here my family is European I came to visit this country and I stayed here my family is a very traditionalist family they come from time to time to see me and I also go there from time to time I have two more brothers they live with my parents and I am a professor at several universities, so as you see my life is not very interesting.

'I'm sorry they're so small,' she whispered. 'You've got nothing to be sorry about, you've got a wonderful body,' I told her, truthfully. We kissed again, slowly and languidly, and I stroked her back and her arms as we nuzzled each other, soft, undemanding kisses, tasting her saliva and smelling her perfume, giving promise of passion to come. A faint "thump" outside as a ball landed on the green next to the hut roused us from our embrace. 'We'd better get on,' said Sandra, standing up and emptying the dregs of her coffee. 'That's the group behind us, they've caught up.'

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.

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.

💦The First Night 💦 I never meant to become addicted. It started innocently enough, or at least that’s what I told myself. My name is Mia, 24 years old, living alone in a small but cozy apartment in Chicago. I worked from home as a freelance graphic designer, which meant long hours at my desk with headphones on. But one night, three weeks after I moved in, I forgot to wear them. That was the night everything changed. It was a Thursday, around 11:40 PM. I was lying in bed in nothing but an oversized t-shirt, scrolling through my phone, when I heard it for the first time.

Amanda sat in her small apartment in Surulere after another long, boring day at the office. Twenty-four years old, with a tight athletic body from years of gym work — perky C-cup tits, a tiny waist that curved out into a fat, juicy ass that made men stare. She was tired. Tired of vanilla boyfriends who lasted five minutes and called it romance. She wanted to be used. Broken. Turned into something less than a person.

A dream I don’t want to let go of yet. After being in the cold for so long, the warmth that caresses my skin right now feels like the gentle touch of a caring lover. The air smells faintly of pine smoke and something masculine, which makes me believe this is a man’s place. My eyes orient, and I notice I’m in a cabin. The wooden paneling has been done so well that the heat is conserved well in here. It looks so cozy, like one of those cabins straight out of P*******t. I can hear the gentle crackle of fire somewhere, and I assume that’s where all this warmth is coming from. Oh my god! Have I been kidnapped by one of those prince charming from romance stories? I giggle at that absurd thought, b

Her mind got stuck on the mention of Dabir's name. "And then Mom told Zamin to... Aunt Iman?" Madiha was halfway through her story but realized Iman was not listening. "Huh? What were you saying?" "Nothing." Madiha shook her head. It wasn't anything important. "Can you please make laddoo for me?" The sweet little balls of gram flour were Madiha's favorite, especially the ones that Iman makes. "Of course." Iman andwers as memories of past flodded in her brain.