Library Short Story Novels & Stories

Without you, the readers, I wouldn't have been able to tell their stories. Please feel free to reach out to me through my social media pages. On my Face book page as Maramartha. And on my Instaagram as maramarthaa. While keeping an eye out for Calum’s story: To Seduce My Stepbrother, you can check out my other completed stories; 1. Mr Reluctant Billionaire. 2. Mrs Reluctant Billionaire 3. Erotic Shades Of Passion: a short erotic anthology. (This one is just 42 chapters).

He couldn’t help but chuckle at the pleasure they had both received; tonight had definitely been fun. How I Will Eat Your Pussy1:: This short story of how I would eat your pussy. It was written just for you. Read it and enjoy it while stroking your sweet wet pussy.

Lyle's face twisted in horror as he watched Nath unbuttoned his trousers. “To be on the safe side….” Nath leaned over and snatched the phone from Lyle's weak grasp and quickly took a picture of his roommate's bare ass. He sent it to himself. He droped the phone and winked at Lyle. “A little assurance just in case you want to go broadcasting our little adventures.” “What adventure?” asked Lyle in a shaky voice. “This one,” said Nath, revealing his very long, very thick cock. “No!” “Yes, Lyle boy,” Nath said and moved closer. “I have to see how it feels. Is it as tight as a pussy? More enjoyable?”

“I am a good friend. That’s why no stripper. Got you wine early, now I can take you home to tuck you in early for a good night’s sleep. I know you can’t handle your wine.” “Fine,” Shorter responded. “I’m swimming. You coming?” he asked as he shucked his underwear. “Soon as I finish this beer,” responded Taller taking a seat in the granus at the edge of the pond. Shorter stood up on the rock I had recently been lying on. I got a good view of his well-hung muscular form just before he dived in. He surfaced in the middle and began swimming around. My luck ran out just as he neared my hiding place. A fish chose that Woman Of The Houseent to nibble my bust surprising the crap out of me. I jumped

His shorts. She then brought it out; it was full, hard, and throbbing. She took her time to feel it against her palm; the thought of having such a long and mighty dick inside of her scared the shit out of her, but she was determined, so very much determined to finally have a taste of him. “Rosita!!!” Both of them immediately released each other, jumping up to their feet. Eugene's dick immediately went flaccid and back into its formal nature as he immediately raised his shorts back to his waist. Wondering who it was that had bumped into her house unannounced and without any notification.

Chapter 1: Caught Fucking Around Trigger warning: This story is raw, gritty. It's not the kind that pets you. It will strip you off your pride like a little dirty dog, take you to your peak and punish you harder. When you're done, your pussy won't be the only thing that leaks... your master's marks will be your new tattoo, and little puppy, you'll thank him for it. Drop now if you hate dirty stories with degradation. Britanny's POV

Scenes where she called him her husband and begged to be used. In her stories, he had a name. Caleb. She whispered it while touching herself under the covers, her thighs slick and trembling as her fingers moved in rhythm with the words she’d written. She told herself it was harmless. That lots of people fantasized. That it was better this way. Safer. He didn’t know. He’d never know. Until the night they crossed paths at the corner store. It was raining. Mira’s hoodie clung to her neck, and her flip-flops slapped wet against the tile floor of the tiny market. She grabbed a can of soup, a bottle of wine, and turned toward the register—and froze.

He had some good technique — likely wasted on Penelope — and I couldn’t wait to see what he did with that tongue on my clit. “Let’s see what’s behind door number one,” I teased, sliding down his body to unbutton his khaki golf shorts and jerk them down to his knees. His cock sprang from his boxers, tenting the material as it strained like a wild beast eager to be free. I molded the fabric around the shape of his erection and smiled my approval.

And the silence hurts worse than anything. End of story 3

Our pretty princess and our submissive little slut. Our sweet Gabriella. THE END