Messed Up Short Stories Novels & Stories

All three of us cum at the same time and as soon as I come back to my senses. My jeans are ruined with my cum, I cup myself and turn around quickly to return to my room before I get caught. Fuck. That was hot…and something tells me that this is only the beginning…

Right when the vampire was a few feet away from Uea, a sense of realization flashed through his mind, and he gasped in horror. "Isn't this Cassian? The vampire in my story 'Exclusively His'? The short story collection I finished a few days ago?" Uea's mind overworked, trying to make sense of what was going on. He'd already found everything familiar to begin with, and after confirming his situation, another realization dawned on him, shaking him to the core. Uea glanced at his chained body, and his lips trembled when he realized he wasn't in his own body, but the body of the main character of his short story.

Who was I kidding? I won't get out of this cleanly. I was in trouble. I did this to myself and there was no one to blame asides myself and my pussy. Mostly my pussy. I hateed how my lips tingled as I remembered the kiss, wishing he never stopped. I wish we had kissed more and I wished he had fucked me right there in his office. I had always had this fantasy about getting fucked in an office, on a desk, forced to keep quiet but it had never happened and it probably would never happen but I can atleast daydream can't I?

He covered her eyes and asked if she could see anything. Tess gave a nervous laugh then replied no. She felt vulnerable but comfortable with the position she was in. Yes she could not move much from the spot she was in and yes she could not see anything, but she did trust Adam. She heard a clatter across the room, but she could not figure out what it was. "Adam?" She called out. "Shh Hun, you are okay." The next sound she head was from the CD Adam had made that they fondly refereed to as the 'Fucking CD'. The ‘fucking CD' was all their favorite songs plus dubbed sounds from a recording Adam made one night during sex.

She was looking over my shoulder at the same wall and reading some of them softly under her breath. “Hmmm, look at this one,” I said. “This person seems to have described our date last week in perfect detail.” It was a story about a woman who liked to be spanked and punished. “I like this one,” Carrie said, pointing to another. “I really think we should try and work this one into our next date.” The story was about a couple who arranged to act like strangers and meet up at a trashy bar and pick each other up. There were long descriptions about them fucking in the back of the bar as the guys playing pool watched and stroked their cues.

i lost my job but still had the payments to make on my new car. My parents helped me out but they’re struggling and I don’t want to have to sell it. I’d applied for hundreds of jobs and been rejected from hundreds of jobs. There was only one that I had instantly ruled out!! Sales assistant in a sex shop on the industrial park. As much as I needed money there was no way I was going to sell sex magazines and videos to dirty old men and have to look at them. The thought made my whole body crawl and my stomach heave!!!

📖(✿˶˘ ³˘)~♡ MIMO'S POV (｡❛ᴗ❛｡)📖 A month has taken its place, and I finished writing my first ever werewolf tragedy love story. I made it so steamy that he will not reject reading it. I kept getting nightmares about what happened to us in the hotel, and that moment has inspired me to write some scenes in the story.

" I chipped in and they all stopped as they shot me a glare. But that didn't affect me one bit. Well one more thing about me, I'm a trouble maker, I just can't stop making trouble it's in my blood. The elevator came to a halt and they all started rushing out. each time I tried walking out, they kept pushing me aside. they wanted to do for the fifth time so I gave one a memorable body weight making her summersated on the floor. I walked out flinging my bag happily and swinging my butt. AT THE QUEUE "No 9." The third person before me was called and she went in for the interview.

One would think her humorous tales were just for laughs or to pad the word count, but by the conclusion, it became evident that she was laying out foreshadows throughout. While working on her first novel, "Mizzy" also wrote several short pieces, each around two thousand words, which she simultaneously published on ScribeSphere and shared on social media platforms. These bite-sized stories, light-hearted and humorous in tone, could be devoured in mere minutes. Their appeal was evident when they were repeatedly shared across platforms, gaining her a good number of followers. However, many read her short stories without noting the author behind them, completely unaware of "Mizzy."

I was definitely putting the cart before the horse. As soon as I dropped Charlie off at Middle School Wednesday morning I headed home. My heart was already beating a little faster thinking about lunchtime. Sandy was coming over! I'll admit I didn't get a lot done on what I was working on, although it was definitely better than that horrid manual had been. This was an anthology of short stories from an independent publishing house that I'd worked for before, with all the authors under twenty-four years old. The clock seemingly was moving at a glacial pace, but eventually my phone chimed.