Library Short Story Novels & Stories

Title: Stranger in the Dark Room Chapter 2: I stepped out of that small storage room on shaky legs, my ass still throbbing from the hard fuck. The club music hit me again like a wave, but everything felt distant now. My mind was replaying the way that stranger had used me so roughly against the wall. I could still feel the stretch, the way his thick cock had pounded deep. Cum from my own load had dried on my stomach under my shirt, and my hole felt slick and open.

Hiking and horny 🍆🍆💦💦💋 Chapter 1: Faking a cramp💦🫦 I’d driven out to the secluded state park for some fresh air and solitude or at least that’s what I told myself. In reality, I was craving something more thrilling…sex. I hadn't had sex for like two weeks now. I was wearing my favorite hiking outfit: tight black compression shorts that hugged my ass and thighs, a cropped white tank top that showed off my toned stomach, and a sports bra underneath. My long dark hair was tied in a high ponytail that swayed with each step.

Swastik said "wait a second what is with this ms.Fireball? Her name is Manyata." Kashvi said with a confusing face "that you should ask your brother what he was doing yesterday." Manyata said "it's a short story but I won't tell you. Just know that your friend know me from yesterday and I know her. Not face to face but we know each other." Swastik said with a shrugg "what does it mean?" Ashvi asked "nothing. Leave it I'm not in the mood. We have more lectures to attend," Manyata said

Chapter 2 My pussy flooded hotter, soaking the crotch of my shorts so I could feel the fabric clinging wet between my legs. I reached back with my free hand and stroked his hard cock over his pants, wrapping my fingers around the thick length and squeezing so I could feel every vein and the way the head was already leaking enough precum to make a damp spot on the fabric. “Shit, it’s so thick,” I breathed out, stroking him slowly and firmly while he kept mauling my tits with both hands now, one on each, lifting and squeezing them together so they spilled over his fingers.

His massive 11-inch cock pressed against my entrance again. “Your pussy is so small and your ass is tiny like meat pie,” he whispered darkly, thrusting into me in one slow, brutal stroke. I gasped, back arching as he stretched my tight walls. “I feel like spanking your ass and pussy until they’re red and swollen.”

The curious eighteen-year-old now padded out of the house barefoot, wearing a loose pair of drawstring shorts, without panties, and a cropped T-shirt without a bra that she planned to sleep in. She was petite, with tightly compact curves, but she often wished she had bigger tits, even though her legs were shapely, curving into a pertly rounded ass.

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.

Until now, strange short stories had only very short stories. But from volume two I intend to add stories that have 10 to 20 captains as well. These stories are not so long nor have so much visibility as a separated book. For this reason, I decided to move all then into strange short stories, that is already a storybook of different themes.

Chapter 2: Finger fucking in class I walked into Professor Harlan’s lecture hall the next morning wearing my shortest skirt yet, my heart pounding with excitement. I had no panties underneath, it was just my smooth, bare skin that was already getting slick from the thrill of what I planned to do. After yesterday’s little show in Blake’s office, I knew I had his attention, and now I was going to push him further.

“One drink. And you stay close to me. No wandering off.” Relief flooded through me as well as something much more dangerous than that. “Thank you.” I’d told my best friend I was exploring for the night. I was supposed to give her the details after I was back, but how could I tell her I met her father at a BDSM club and told him to show me around?