Lust Stories Short Novels & Stories

- L I start to text something casual back, but the truth spills out: He’s great. And killing me. How do you do this all the time? She answers quickly: I’ll get used to it in no time. - L I’m still staring at the phone when it rings. Lora’s calling. “Everything okay?” she asks, her voice worried. “All good. He’s asleep. I just... I wanted to thank you.” “For what?” “For doing this for three years. For the brave wolf stories. For... him.” Silence. Then:

The person I wanted beside me when things were good. And when they weren’t. The person I still wanted with every selfish, reckless, desperate part of me. I wanted all of him. His laugh, his stupid jokes, his ridiculously fine morning hair. Everything. “Careful, you look like you are in love with me.” He teased again with a smirk. “Oh, I doubt that, maybe it’s just lust.” I shrugged, teasing him back. He pulled me closer with a slight force. “Lies.” “It was at first though…” I laughed, “But somewhere along the way…”

Episode 4: THE FINALE: FINALLY SUCCUMBING TO HIS CROTCH Clara didn't give in right away to her brother's lustful desire. She moved her head wildly from side to side, his cock and balls bouncing against her nose and lips. She knew she was testing her brother, making his torture longer and tried not to breathe. But she couldn't hold out for long and finally felt like she had to give in, slowly taking him in as the sad funny truth of it all became clear. His thing still had some of her pussy juice and his own come on it.

“He was loud, too. Threw a fit in the lobby. Told anyone who’d listen. I had to talk him down and promise I’d tell him the moment you came back. Honestly, the guy’s lost it.” That explained the whispers. Every pair of eyes I’d caught earlier. I sighed and pressed my fingers against the bridge of my nose. “Unbelievable.” “Wait—so it’s not true, right?” she asked, looking at me suspiciously. I dropped my hand and looked at her. “No, it’s not. That man’s a liar. I caught him cheating with a sex worker at a damn club, Tina. After starving me for an entire year.” Her jaw dropped. “You’re kidding me.”

"We're parents. That's all. Everything else was survival. Lust disguised as love." "That's a lie." "Is it? You seduced me to hurt Michael. I used you to escape. Where's the real feeling in that?" He crossed the room. Grabbed her shoulders. Made her look at him. "I loved you from the first night. Everything after was me lying to myself about it." "You loved the danger. The forbidden. Your cousin's wife. The affair felt wrong so it felt exciting. That's not love." "Then why are you still here? Why didn't you leave the moment Michael died?"

Ella stared blankly out her window on the way to campus and said. "When we are in love, we sometimes do crazy things." She gave him a friendly smile. "We are so in love that sometimes we are too afraid to lose them that we tend to lie to them; at the same time, we lie to ourselves. To keep love alive, we sometimes live in a fairytale world, believing that dreams do come true. At least in my fantasy, I can call him mine."

------------------------------------------------ Authors’ notes: J: this story was supposed to be an ABO, but as we wrote, that element disappeared, so we removed it. L: yep

"Okay. Tomorrow night. We better start doing laundry then." "Laundry can wait," Liam murmured. He didn't give her a chance to argue. He leaned down, catching her lips in a deep, hungry kiss. He backed her up against the edge of the kitchen counter, his hands sliding down to grip her hips. The reality of his sudden departure shifted the atmosphere in the room. The kiss wasn't just sweet anymore; it was urgent and a little desperate. Hazel responded instantly, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck. She let him lift her, her legs wrapping around his waist as he carried her out of the kitchen and down the short hallway to their bedroom.

"Lilliana is taking of Miles, Liam and Lucas are handling both Jayden and Amaya with Jana. So I'm pretty much free, Chloe " "Good!. So what romantic story are you going to tell me?". A smile curved on my lips as she said that, what could be more romantic than Liam and I love story? I smiled speaking up. "Once Upon A One Nightstand ... ". . . . . . THE END💞💞 . Love you all💞💞 Brought to you all by Authoress Kamara. Kisses💋💋. Muah💋💋.

We never got to see how they lived happily though, but the smile in the last scene after which the The End, flew or swivelled or zoomed in, made it obvious. Nisim did tell me later that The Thief was a short story and short stories ended that way! It was five pages long, much longer than the stories in the book Deuta had gifted me on my eleventh Birthday – Aesop’s Fables – the stories in this book were never more than two pages. And always with a moral at the end. The Thief didn’t have a moral – that was the best part though – I never liked memorizing morals. But the thing was, my brother was calling the longest story I had read till then, a short story! By then, though, I had some idea of a