Library Short Story Novels & Stories

Tucked underneath it was a small, folded piece of paper. Anna's hand trembled as she picked it up and unfolded it. It was a single sentence, written in a bold, elegant script. The game is just getting started.

"I do. She was so happy that you took out—she’d feel bad seeing you grieving her every day." He stared at me for a few seconds, then pulled me into a hug and inhaled deeply. "Thank you, babygirl." He kissed my forehead. I listened to him as he told me every single thing about himself, not holding back on even the smallest or most irrelevant details. I also told him my story. We laughed at the funny moments and cried at the sad ones. Immediately after we were done with our stories, his phone beeped. Instead of checking it, he simply smiled at me.

The build is quick, and since I'm still sensitive, I climax fast, hoping we can do this over and over again. This Creampie Massage.

"Did you crawl out of a sewer on the way in? This is a Fortune 500 company, not a bus terminal bathroom." "I had car trouble, Mr. Graham. And then a shoe incident. And then a puddle..." "I don't pay you for your tragic life story, Wanda," he cut in, slamming his tablet onto the desk. "I pay you to function. Bare minimum expectations. Coffee that's hot. Bagels that aren't stale. You failed at both. Congratulations." "I'm sorry, I—"

This big boss was supposed to look down on Uea for being too clumsy~ until the drunken main character who rejected Theo seduced the big boss to bed! It was really a filthy short story... 'But isn't that why I'm here?' 'I love filthy short stories the most!' Uea laughed wickedly. The door opened, and Ryan returned with a cup of water. After drinking the water, Uea knew there was no chance to touch or eat, so he left the office and returned to sleep in his office. Later in the evening, he received a call from Ryan, who wanted Uea to accompany him to meet a business partner in a bar.

We hope that you enjoyed this story despite its length, It is, after all, truly worth the read. And yes, do look forward to much shorter stories in the near future. For now, we will need to say goodnight and goodbye. This is your Supernatural Spa Storyteller, The Diwata, hoping that you come back once again for more mystical, strange, and even terrifying tales. Fare thee well...

"Please, Edwin, put it in me. Now!" I stripped off my clothes with urgent movements, my nine-inch shaft springing free, fully engorged and throbbing. Sarah’s eyes widened as she looked at it, her breath hitching. She had heard about it, but seeing it in the flesh was different. She looked intimidated, yet her pussy pulsed with an invitation she couldn't ignore.

I removed it completely and tied it around her wrists, before pining it above her head. "Do you have any idea how long I have been waiting for you?" I growled as my tongue swirled around her tempting collarbone. Begging me to mark my territory but I managed to hold myself back. "I didn't mean to keep you waiting." She whispered, blue eyes boring deep into mine. "But you did." I hissed, yanking her shorts down to her ankle along with her thong. "You made me imagine how it would feel buried deep inside of you for hours."

⚠️ Disclaimer: This story is drenched in bondage, submission, BDSM, and dark role play. Only keep reading if you’re strong enough to surrender and curious enough to crave what happens next! ~~~ I have been stripped naked with my wrists bound behind my back for what seems like hours. In reality, My boyfriend, Liam and I have only spent a short time in the dungeon with our new mistress, Mistress Selene, but time has no meaning trapped within the confines of the dungeon’s cold, stone walls.

My fingers shivered as I submitted my creative writing piece to her. I prayed this time she wouldn't criticize my work again and force me into one of those dreaded makeup tests that I always had to take alone, which I hate so much. The manuscript felt weighted with my hidden thoughts, yet I'd managed to capture them on paper. I had poured my most secret longings into this narrative easily after watching my roommate shower, their skin glistening with water. That's when the concept for my story began to form for me.