Lovin' Short Fiction Novels & Stories

We spilled out, doors slamming, and he was on me before we hit the elevator. Back against the cold metal wall, his mouth crashed into mine—hard, demanding, tasting of gunpowder and triumph. His hands roamed, yanking at my tactical vest, fingers slipping under to graze bare skin. I arched into him, nails scraping his neck, pulling him closer as the elevator dinged upward. “Fuck, Lovia,” he muttered against my lips, teeth nipping my bottom one until I gasped. “You were lethal tonight. Watching you...”

“Oh! God I'm sitting completely nude on my brother's lap as he kneads my boob and his friend is touching my core. God ! Please forgive me for my sins.” Nicolas finally slid two fingers inside my core and started moving it back and forth earning a moan from me. “Ahhhgh…” I moaned. Clover was licking all over my back. Nicolas started nibbling and sucking my nipples while he fingered me and soon Clover stripped off his pants. Nicolas removed his fingers and Clover slipped his manhood inside me in one go. “Ahhhh….” “No…No. Clover isn't wearing any condoms.” “Don't worry sis, we already got the contraceptive pills for you.”

Moonlight spilled silver across the herb garden, turning rosemary and lavender into pale ghosts. The convent slept—nuns in their cells, windows dark, only the distant owl calling from the pines. Lila couldn’t lie still. Her body still throbbed from the confessional: the stretch of him inside her, the hot spill on her stomach, the way his thumb had pushed between her lips like a secret she’d never confess again. She ached—between her thighs, in her chest, everywhere.

Her mind reminiscing the day she vomited a lot and Clench was the one who cleaned her mess. Her heart weakens. She can not control her emotions again. She feels like heaven and earth fells into her. She's lonely and sad. She clearly predicting that he won't show up. So, she left, but before that, she always leaves a letter with a date on the edge of the paper, saying : "Dear Clench, I madly miss you, please come home. This room is all empty without you. Love, Ylisha

The current me was undesirable for any man, and my heart ached terribly. Still, I could not understand why Reynold kept me around even though he did not love me. He could have just told me, and we would have divorced. Yet, not only did he take away my ability to have children, but he even cheated and betrayed me, In the end, I didn't visit the doctor. Instead, I went home alone. The mansion was the home Reynold and I purchased when we got married, back when his career was just starting to take off. I could still remember us lying in bed, talking about the future. We had dreamed of having two kids—a boy and a girl—a perfect family of four.

Itohan's breasts bounced as she watched Iyare's continuous thrusts into her. His manhood seemed to touch the corners of her soul and she felt herself at the edge of madness at the pleasure of it. A wet slapping sound continued to echo throughout the hut as the two lovers met and parted, their bodies entangled in a dance of wild, fiery passion. The walls of her womanhood gripped around him and he felt himself clench and quiver. Seconds later, Itohan, boneless and melting, poured our her fluid, but she did not release his manhood until she felt his seed pour inside her.

Kalina looked up, only a few inches away, mesmerized by the face of the man she loved. Longing surrounded her, making Kalina's reasoning lost in feelings. It doesn't matter what Gavin does, when his lips meet. They kissed passionately, like old lovers harboring longing. A real picture of the indescribable. Gavin aggressively takes Kalina's tiny lips in his. A frenzy that is truly indescribable. It was as if the longing was real, even though he knew the meeting with Kalina was brief. Who would have thought that his heart would be so fast.

“She was Lo, plain Lo, in the morning, standing four feet ten in one sock. She was Lola in slacks. She was Dolly at school. She was Dolores on the dotted line. But in my arms she was always… Lolita.” Adrian’s gaze never left her. She swallowed. “I don’t know if I should be turned on or offended.” He walked over slowly, taking the book from her hands and tossing it onto the desk behind her. “You know what turns me on, Nora?” Her breath caught. “It’s not that you’re beautiful. It’s not even the way you look at me like you want me to ruin you.” “Then what?” she whispered. “It’s that you’re smart enough to know exactly what you’re doing.”

She spat, "That has nothing to do with you. At least I'm a willing party even if he lies to me." She quietly looked at him as the soft light radiated on his exquisite face, bringing out the depth of his eyes. She showed no signs of backing down or raising her voice in a heated argument; she spoke calmly, "I love him, so I don't care about everything else. You're right—love makes people blind. I don't need you to show me who he really is. Even if he's useless, weak, or doesn't care about me, I still love him all the same."

I don't know how much I have left but I just want to spend my all the time, thinking about him and loving him. I don't want him to think about me, once I am gone. I don't want him to live his life without any partner because of me. Seven years ago, I left him because I wanted him to move on in his life, forgetting me. I lied to him so he would never find me. It was tough for me but I did all, just for his sake. Loving him was never a option, It was need, Need of my soul, Need for being alive.