Longest Short Story Novels & Stories

TALES OF INSTANT LUST - SHORT READS Preface Greetings, Reader Welcome to a world where passion flares up in the most unexpected places, where lust takes the stage, and where desire never waits. The concept behind "Tales of Instant Lust" was that not all love stories have to be quiet or poetic. Irresistible chemistry, unsaid tension, and raw hunger can sometimes express more than a thousand romantic words ever could. Designed for people who want their fantasies to be served quickly, hot, and unrestrained, these stories are brief, intense, and explicitly sexy.

it was an erotic story ,titled the hot kidnapper) I raise an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in my eyes. I push off from the desk and walk closer, my heels clicking on the floor. “A story, huh? You think you can just walk in here and write a tale for me? How about you show me what you’re made of first? Tell me, what’s your fantasy? What gets you going in the dark?” I lean in, my breath warm against your ear, my large breasts pressing against your arm. (Pushing the paper to you I ask you to read it aloud ,you cheeks turn a faint red as you try to explain you brought the wrong story,I press a finger to your lips shushing you and telling you to read, you read it all)

Hi, everyone! This is Curvy Writes, and first things first: I need to take a deep, dramatic bow and then just collapse on the nearest couch. Because, people, we did it! I just want to say a massive, soul-hugging, confetti-tossing THANK YOU to every single one of you who has been reading my short story, "In Her Skin." Seriously, from the bottom of my slightly exhausted but extremely grateful heart, thank you. You guys have been the absolute best audience a writer could ask for.

The Ember Haven glowed with the warm flicker of a fireplace, its rustic cabin walls adorned with wooden beams and soft rugs, the scent of pine and crackling logs filling the air on this crisp October evening. The clock on the mantel read 12:30 PM WAT, Saturday, October 11, 2025, though the day had blurred into a timeless retreat as I lounged on the couch, my flannel shirt unbuttoned to reveal my chest, jeans snug against my thighs. I’d invited my best friend, Jake, for a weekend getaway, our bond forged through years of laughter and trust, but tonight, a restless heat stirred within me, my cock twitching with a forbidden curiosity I’d buried deep. The isolation of the cabin, miles from pryin

One message: “Lavatory. 1 hour. Door unlocked.” I stared at the screen for a long moment. Then I typed back: “Make it 45 minutes.” I hit send. He didn’t reply. But when I glanced forward again, he was smiling—just a small, dangerous curve of his lips. I spent the next forty-five minutes edging myself under the blanket—slow circles on my clit, fingers dipping inside, stopping every time I got close. My pussy was swollen, aching, dripping. My thong was useless now—sodden, pushed to the side.

That was all he said as he took his briefcase and made his way out of the house while I watched him leave helplessly. “I could be good for you.” I whispered in frustration and stomped my feet before clearing the table and dumping them in the sink. I spent the rest of the day as usual, stealing Nick's shirt and hiding it in my room so that I could fuck myself to it at night. When 6 PM struck, I got a text from Mom with a message that had me sighing in despair. Mom: “There's unfortunately too much work. I think I'll be home by midnight. Or in the morning. Take care baby, xoxo.”

I tried to beg, the quivering of my legs getting harder, as did my attempts to close them. “Be a good doll and come for me again,” he commanded, and my body had no other choice but to obey his command.I came, and the sensation rocked my world.I couldn’t anymore. And when I thought that, I felt a finger pushing inside me, and starting to move.“P-p-pleas-s-s-” I tried saying, but my mouth was too busy taking in air to let me speak.My whole body shook as I felt another finger slide inside.“Oh, puppy, the fun is just starting.” He curled his fingers inside of me, and all that was left of me were pieces. I was flying in the air, among the stars, and having an extraterrestrial experience.Weird sou

Ethan’s arm tightened around my waist, his thumb tracing the scar where our blood-bond was sealed. Voice thick with nostalgia: “Ten years. Since I first saw you in that MIT lecture hall. Time flies.” I stared upward. Dizziness washed over me. Ten years. From a twenty-year-old lab novice to a thirty-year-old vampire. A decade could twist devotion into betrayal. Stain pure love with blood and lies. Ethan turned to me. Amber eyes holding only my reflection. He leaned in—lips a breath from mine— Chime. His phone lit up in his pocket.

The old castle stood high on the rocky hill where the forest met the mountains. Its stone walls were cracked and covered with thick vines. No one had lived there for hundreds of years. People in the nearby village whispered that the place held something dangerous. Something that burned hotter than any flame. Elias had heard all the stories but he still came anyway. At twenty six years old he felt stuck in his small quiet life. He worked in the village bakery during the day and spent his nights reading old books about forgotten magic. One book spoke of a fire demon who once ruled these lands. The words pulled at him until he could not stay away.

The story had to feel genuine and I waited until I knew it was perfect and respectful enough to write. 2. I did not know how I was going to write it. I didn't know if I wanted it to be a poem, a 50 page book, a novel, or whatever. I knew I had a message I wanted to tell, but I wanted to make the story interesting as well. So I decided to turn it into a novella, because it was not too long and it was not too short. It was the perfect length for me to create my story.