Lust Stories Short Novels & Stories

“Okay, that’s enough, Madam… please, stop drinking,” the butler, Arthur, warned softly. He reached out to steady the glass as it wobbled in Larissa's grip. Larissa didn't even look up at him, she stared at the liquid instead, watching the ice cubes swirl. "He isn't coming back tonight, is he?" Arthur hesitated, his silence more cutting than any confirmation. "It’s been six months, Arthur," she whispered, her voice filled with exhaustion. "Six months since the wedding, and..."

Later, after toasting for having been accepted, he went to drop her off at her house and left her at the door, they said goodbye with kisses and hugs when they arrived at her apartment and opened the door, Miriam ran to answer the phone and it was Lu who asked: "How did it go Miriam? -How did it go Miriam. Lu hung up satisfied that Miriam was closing and opening another stage of her life Ester leaned back and touched her fingers to her lips to see if she liked Esteban's kisses, shook her head and said to herself, "No, I'm not going to compare either of them, this is different. -No, I'm not going to compare either of them, this is different. At midnight she fell asleep and heard some mariachi

Until now, strange short stories had only very short stories. But from volume two I intend to add stories that have 10 to 20 captains as well. These stories are not so long nor have so much visibility as a separated book. For this reason, I decided to move all then into strange short stories, that is already a storybook of different themes.

Sam gasped after I told her everything that had happened from meeting his family to his offer on being a sex partner. "He wants lust." I said, blending some fruits together, "I believe in love. I'm not a lustful person, this was just work and I got fifty fucking grand from it. If I'm not smart enough to shape my life and my sister's from it, then maybe something is wrong with me that I have no idea of." "Alright, anything you say." She shrugged, "look, you can tell him about me. You didn't even ask how much he'd pay." She persisted and I knew she would not stop daydreaming about it in a long time.

Clara, one of the few maids I’d grown somewhat close to, was looking at me with concern. “You’ve been spacing out a lot lately,” she said, tilting her head. “And those dark circles under your eyes… Are you sleeping at all?” “Yeah, just tired,” I mumbled, forcing a weak smile and looking away. How could I possibly explain that I was up half the night touching myself while listening to Lord Blackwood fuck other women? That I wished with every fiber of my being that it was my pussy he was pounding instead? “Not used to the work here yet?” she asked gently.

“I know when you lie.” Roland chuckled. “Fine, you caught me right there.” “Are you ashamed of me?”I asked him, looking at me and waiting for his honest reply. “Ashamed?” Roland laughed briefly then stopped. “When your dad told me about your little crush on me, I thought it was hilarious but the part where you write stuff in your diary…that's…” I helped him complete his statement. “Dirty. I know.” “Hmmm…not dirty. Let's just put it in a way that you were only a teenager. And I blame it on the fact that your dad didn't allow you to have a boyfriend till now.”

He just hoped that this was the start of something new, not the end of a potential good relationship… THE END AUTHOR'S NOTE. Hello lovelies. I trust you guys are doing great. So, I decided to finally start this project after putting it off for a year now. This is like a collection of my readers' suggestions and stories. You tell me what you want as the next story, and I write the prompt of the lucky person. So far, I have 20 prompts from my readers from platforms, 19 when you exclude the already uploaded one. Updates for this series will be twice or thrice a week, with a full upload of a story, not chapter-by-chapter updates, depending on my school schedules.

And niether did Gordon. Me: You went out with Gordon? Bestie: I didn’t tell you? Must have forgotten cause he really sucks. Now which friend? A small knot formed in my chest. I felt kind of discouraged to continue sharing my news. Here I was rushing to tell her everything because we didn’t hide anything from each other… only to find out she didn’t even tell me about her and Gordon. Me: A guy named Clandor. They live together. She started trying to call again. I hung up but she insisted. Didn’t she read the text of me saying I was in a taxi? I hung up again.

There was one solitary, big book on a low table between them. "The title of the tale is The Binding of Autumn," he began, his voice an entrancing whisper just in harmony with the shriek of the fire. “It's the tale of a harvest god who offers a mortal woman a choice: one night of absolute freedom for one year of unimaginable riches for her people." He didn't move as his eyes met hers. "The consent is the matter at hand. It must be freely bestowed, not coerced, and whispered three times into the skin of his throat." “Do you have any idea what sort of story you're going to be reading me tonight?”

Meanwhile, Lolita smiled and explained, “You know, last week after work, I followed you here…” After a short painful pause, she added, “Only to discover that you are my little liar.” With that, she surveyed what I was cheating her with before landing a kiss on her red-hot lips. Meanwhile, Mary felt a little embarrassed, but that didn't stop her from spreading her butt cheeks with her slender fingers, still nibbling her lips. Swiftly diverting her eyes to me, she continued, “I thought I made it clear when I asked you if I was alone.” Forcing a bitter smile, Mary raked Lolita's hair and shoved her head into her sight, forcing her lips into her mouth. Her lipstick smeared on her lips, their rou