Lust Stories Short Novels & Stories

"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💋💋.

the way he said it makes me want to do it over and over again if he’s the one I would be seeing but like he said I immediately stand upright and smoothen my short dress while my gaze goes to my murderer thong. As I start to bend down to pick it, he beats me to it and stuffs it into his pocket surprising the hell out of me. “What…why?” “Leave here woman before I change my mind” I rush into the car and speed off with a smile plastered on my face. What a hell of a twenty-fifth birthday, I couldn’t have wished for a better one. This is a story that even my grandkids must hear. It will be a story of how their nana was fucked thoroughly like never before by the fucking roadside. The ache in betwee

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

At the sight of them, I felt myself suck in a sharp breath and sway forward. "Ahem—! I know you guys have been married for less than 2 weeks but please remember that you both are still in company and this is still Pakistan—!" I heard some lady help me break out of my trance but it wasn't enough to help me get a grip on my senses. Without waiting to hear the end of their castigation, Hoor slipped out of my loosened hold with an excuse me, leaving me to stare after her momentarily, until I managed to get away too.

She kisses me back with shy eagerness. The End (or is it only the beginning?) That is it for my short story about Lilly and Mr. Storm. I hope that you liked to read it as much as I liked to write it.

I could see the lust in her eyes as she bit her lips seductively. I heard her mumble some words, but I wasn't interested in whatever she was saying. All I wanted was to enjoy her to the fullest. I climbed on the bed, my tongue locking with hers, and we remained in the position for a while. Slipping down from the bed, I removed my shirt alongside my briefs and brushed the length of my cock into her palms. She stared at me weirdly, unsure of what to do. How could I forget, she was not as experienced as other ladies I have a nightstand with?

He claimed, "I'm happy to have earned these scars." "Wait!" When Lily realized what had just happened. She narrowed her eyes. She yelled, "You were supposed to tell me what caused your scars!" "It's a long story," Lucas suggested. "I. LOVE. LONG. STORIES," Lily emphasized each word she said. Lucas turned to the store owner and ordered some wine. He suggested, "Let's drink to that then. Long stories deserve a bottle of wine.” He served Lily two glasses of wine, and she gulped it down. Lucas also drank his fair share of the liquor. He looked at Lily intensely and began narrating. He said, "Long ago, in another country, I, Lucas Thompson -"

he asked softly as stared into my eyes. Fuck! Those eyes look like they are piercing into my soul. I quickly ran my tongue over my dry lips. “No, I—” I paused and counted to five in my head. “No, I do believe you,” I added. Liam's gaze remained rooted on my face and then he chuckled. “You are really a bad liar, Angel eyes,” he said, his voice light with humor. He brushed his thumb across my left eyebrow. “Your left eye twitches like crazy whenever you're lying. I've told you before, right?”

“Liar.” He lunged forward suddenly. I pulled the trigger, but he knocked the gun away before it fired. The gun slid across the floor. He grabbed my arm, but I fought back, slamming my knee into his stomach. He groaned but didn’t let go. I hit him again, harder, until he stumbled back. “Stop fighting me!” he yelled, pinning me against the wall. “You started this!” I pushed his shoulder with everything I had, managing to slip free. I scrambled towards the gun, but before I could reach it, I felt a sharp sting at the back of my neck.