Learn English By Short Story Novels & Stories

“How about a new story little one? A story with no pitchforks and nobody dying seems better for a walk in the woods, don’t you think? We wouldn’t want you to have nightmares tonight.” “Oh Gran, I’m five and a half now. I can read and everything! I don’t have nightmares anymore. Especially not from stories. They’re just make-believe!” “Some stories are real little one. Today I’ll tell you a true story, about a shy young princess who gathered up all her courage and jumped in the river to float away and hide from a whole pack of werewolves!” “A whole pack of them?” “That’s right.” “Did she know how to swim?”

Lily scoots closer and leans against my arm. “Tell me a story.” “What kind of story?” “Prince and Princess.” I pause for a moment to think. “Once upon a time, there was a prince who lived in the huge castle. He was strong and brave, but he was lonely.” Lily listens, her eyes wide and attentive. “One day, he found a Princes in the rain. She was lost and scared, and he brought her home. They fell in love and then—” Lily interrupt “That’s like you and that Scary Eyebrow Man?”

My clit started pulsing in time with the sentences, and I shifted my weight, pressing my thighs together to ease the growing slickness. Kane leaned back, watching me. “Louder. And enunciate. That word is ‘heaved,’ not ‘heaved like a whore trying to rush through it.’” I glared up at him through my lashes. “Maybe if you weren’t staring at my tits the whole time I could concentrate better. You hard under that desk yet, or does making students read p**n just bore you?” His hand moved fast. The flat of his leather-bound notebook cracked lightly across my left ass cheek, not hard enough to really hurt but sharp enough to sting and make my head snap to the side.

Slap-slap-slap-slap My voice rose again, broken and desperate. “Oh fuck… yes! I love your big cock so well… it’s stretching me so good! Harder… pound me harder with this big long cock of yours… I love how you are pounding my wet dripping pussy… my wet pussy is all yours..” The stranger’s low grunt followed. “You’re such a greedy little slut. Taking every inch into your wet pussy like you were made for it.”

Chapter 1: Caught in the Act I straddled on Professor Blake’s lap in his office, my short plaid skirt shoved up around my waist, my soaked black panties hanging off one ankle like a dirty little trophy. His thick cock was buried deep inside my dripping pussy, stretching me open as I rocked my hips in slow, lazy circles, taking every inch of him with each roll. I’d never been one for hitting the books hard. Studying felt like torture, so I’d found a much more appealing way to keep my grades up, and it was simple, riding my professor raw for hours. And it happened to work every single time.

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He had to fight his way through life to be someone. One quick look in such a boring evening… I deserve it. He clapped his hands and smiled when the girl inside jumped out of fear. “Such a scared doe.” Those were the first words heard by the prey inside the cage. The voice showed a sign of amusement. The imprisoned girl excited him with the way she reacted. “So, you hear me, girl. I’m just wondering if you can say anything. Do you speak English?” He loved that question. Coming from a small Swedish town, the only subject he wanted to learn at school was English. He knew that one day after leaving his hometown - that ditch he hated - English would be a gate to another better world.

This is the first bookstore I have been to, the books before were for learning, not stories. "Okay, how about telling me some books you have read and if you enjoyed them?" He looks at me waiting. "Yeah, see I haven't read stories. I read books that are to help you learn but never read purely for pleasure." "Okay, I have a few suggestions, follow me." He walks through and I follow, not missing Troy's eyes on me, while he has his phone in his hand. "Here, so, these are small books. Each one has short stories in, between one thousand and ten thousand words each story. Based on a specific genre." I watch as he picks up three and holds them out.

"You know learning Latin helps in understanding Old English so you can get a deeper appreciation to classics like Shakespeare." My face softened that at least what he said was not just some nonsense. "Agreed although I already knew all these stories way before high school." "Yes, you are definitely a very intelligent girl. I don't doubt there is little you are learning here but are you actually understanding it is the question?" Finally, a teacher that understands it's not about reading or even learning, it's about understanding. Dickhead Bret from the football team decided it was a good time to speak up. "What is there to understand about two idiots claiming they are in love from one conver

"Umm, after I became referred to as to reply a query and became stuck... you quietly informed me of the solution, right?" "Oh~ right, that did happen." A trivial depends that even the speaker forgot. Yet Laura remembered it in reality. Remembering different people's true deeds, and thanking them in earnest---she became this sort of noble-minded and virtuous person. "My simplest horrific difficulty is English... I'm so resentful of you. You constantly solution so fluently while asked, even your pronunciation sounds so native." "Well, simplest my English is enormously better. Because my circle of relatives travelled the sector with me... English became kinda pressured into my brain."