Lovin' Short Fiction Novels & Stories

She saw how he grabbed the magazine from that ugly woman to push her away earlier. His eyesight must be functioning well. A hint of hope rose in her heart. She was way more beautiful in comparison to that ugly woman. She was certain she would stand a chance against the latter. Once again, she thought of leaning closer to the man. “I only like you. What can you do about that?” However, simultaneously, Larry declared his love to his wife out of the blue. Cherry who thought he was only playing along with her heaved a sigh helplessly. “Sigh, not only is he blind but there's a problem with his heart too.”

After Mirasol becomes a widow, she is reunited with her first love. In the past, her parents didn't approve of that man but arranged for her to marry someone from a wealthy family. Mirasol opposes and plans to elope, but her own family imprisons her. Hence, that man left the airport alone. When he returned, Mirasol bore two children from another man, which broke his heart. However, despite what happened, he still loved her. Mirasol is his only woman. Therefore, when she became a widow, he took the opportunity to give their love a second chance.

Then his tongue dragged a long, slow stripe up the center of my shorts, pressing the wet cotton hard against my swollen clit. I cried out, back arching, fingers tangling in his hair. He did it again—slower, filthier—tongue flattening, circling, sucking my clit through the fabric until I was shaking. “Take them off,” I begged. He hooked his fingers in the waistband and yanked the shorts down my legs. My bare pussy was exposed—puffy, glistening, clit swollen and throbbing. Liam groaned, low and primal, then buried his face between my thighs.

solid, and spilled about the festival afterglow, alone in her bunk fantasizing about the band, fingers between her legs to their music. Guys went quiet, breaths heavy. "Fuck," Kai muttered. "That's hot."Theo lost again, shucking his jeans, leaving him in tight boxers, bulge obvious. Alice's eyes lingered. The ritual shifted. Jax upped it. "New rule. Winner touches the storyteller wherever." His hand slid higher on her leg, under the hem of her shorts, fingers teasing inner thigh. She gasped soft but didn't pull away. Heart hammered.Rico claimed the next win with a Berlin hotel story, threesome in the jacuzzi, tits floating, cocks sliding everywhere. He picked himself as reward, turning to A

Honey, chocolate and whipped cream smeared across my skin. He stood, looking down at me with a wolfish grin. "And that's how you do breakfast in bed." I laughed, breathless. "That wasn't breakfast in bed. That was breakfast on counter, you freak." "Same thing." He winked at me, then leaned down and kissed me slowly so I could taste myself on his lips. When he pulled back, his eyes were soft. "I love this," he said quietly. "I love this with you." I didn't say it back. Not yet. But I felt the words, burning in my chest, aching to escape.

She caught her own pulse and felt the pain there because of the tightness from Shaina’s grip earlier. “I’m not thirsty for just a man, especially like Rex, so get your crazy thoughts out of your flirtatious brain! Eversince Rex let you seduce him, I didn’t want to have anything to do with him. He’s yours and you two belong together, both users!” Lovely’s cheeks turned red and she was embarrassed because of the insulting words thrown at her by Shaina. She only felt more angry when a door suddenly opened and a woman came out. She thought they were the only two there.

Her slick puffy lips slid all over mine, mixing our juices in long sticky strings that stretched and broke every time our hips pulled apart with wet smacking sounds. “Fuck yes, rub that sloppy dripping cunt on me harder Ara!” I shouted, grinding my hips up like crazy, my swollen clit catching and rubbing right against hers with every frantic roll. My thighs were shaking already and I could feel fresh hot juice leaking out of my hole and running down my ass crack onto the crinkly paper on the exam table. Ara cursed loud and raw, her voice hoarse and thick with lust. “You filthy little slut, your pussy is leaking all over mine like a broken whore. Lustfire has got you dripping like a faucet. S

Chapter 64– Lisa’s POV The glow of the past month still lingered in my heart like sunshine warming my skin. It had been a perfect escape—just Vincent and me. Mornings filled with soft kisses and breakfasts in bed. Afternoons wrapped in his arms, walking hand-in-hand through quiet parks, stealing kisses in the shadows. Nights tangled in silk sheets, whispering confessions in the dark. But paradise never lasts forever.

Our story is a love song that echoes through time, a melody that will never fail to move us. And so, with hearts overflowing with love, I close my eyes and allow the peace and happiness of this moment to envelop me. Our journey continues, guided by the love that brought us together from the beginning, and I could wish for nothing more. Together we will face tomorrow with the certainty that our love is the force that will guide us forever.

"I've never had a couple before, darling. And I find her very sweet. I hope to have a surprise for you tomorrow night. Now, do you think there will be enough canapes? Rosita's coming, and Ariane has a new little teen. Why not double the cheese trifles?" During the daylight hours, they made love daily, no matter how fatigued either was, and went running together happily, talking about their backgrounds, tastes, all the trivialities lovers share. He thought it was heaven, and she seemed to begin to share his acceptance of their liege to the two creatures who had brought them together. She even became more sexually daring, insisting he sodomize her one afternoon by the pool. He was very careful