Messed Up Short Stories Novels & Stories

Her heart did a stupid flip. Three dots. Then: **Finn:** ...Ava? **Ava:** Yeah. **Finn:** Thought you forgot my number. **Ava:** I didn't. Just... busy. **Finn:** Same, went for multiple auditions. Bad ones. They texted for hours, talking about really dumb stuff. **Finn:** Remember when I tried to add chocolate to mashed potatoes? **Ava:** I still have nightmares. **Finn:** it was most definitely worth it. You laughed.

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Iman stuck her tongue out at him. *Flashback ends* Love teaches you many things, but separation turns you into a complete different person. The guy, who never had one sip of tea before, now his day doesn't start if he doesn't have a cup of tea. When the tea was ready, he pour it in three cups and went to living room. "Poor girl, I really feel bad for her. Her husband passed away in just one year of her marriage." When Dabir entered the lounge room, he heard Aima.

I never planned to fuck my boss in the copy room. It started with a late-night deadline and a jammed printer. The building was almost empty at 9:47 p.m. Most of the floor lights were off. Only the emergency strips along the carpet glowed faintly, and the copy room at the end of the hall was the only place still bright. I was in there in my stockinged feet, blouse half-untucked, skirt twisted from hours of sitting, trying to clear a paper jam that refused to die. The machine kept beeping its angry little song. I was muttering curses under my breath when the door opened behind me.

MIA Running with Alex always gets me going. Three years dating, sharing an apartment in Silver Lake, and we're still stupid for each other—but we never pretended we could be satisfied with just us. We're both mid-twenties, both bi, both get off on the thrill of extra bodies. We bring people home when the spark hits, fuck them together, swap stories if it's separate. Threesomes are the best—another hard cock sliding in while Alex watches me moan, or him getting filled while I grind on his face. It's messy, loud, perfect. No guilt, just heat.

He grabbed my hips and yanked me up off the mattress so fast my head spun. “Get up,” he growled. “Now. I’m not waiting for another goddamn second.” I scrambled to my feet on the creaky floorboards, my shorts still shoved halfway down my thighs, tank top somewhere on the floor. My legs felt like jelly but my pussy was aching worse, empty and dripping down the inside of my leg. Cade shoved his own shorts down in one rough motion, his cock springing out thick and heavy, veins standing out, the head already shiny with pre-cum that kept leaking in slow beads.

Jax: What’s your favorite thing to do on a rainy day? Ella: Curl up with a book and tea. You? Jax: Gym or long drive with music loud. But now I’m thinking curling up with you sounds better. Ella: Smooth Jax: Trying. They sent more voice notes — short, cute ones. Him telling her about his worst client ever (“guy asked me to spot him on bench press then fell asleep mid-set”). Her telling him about the time she accidentally made a customer’s latte with salt instead of sugar (“he took one sip, looked at me deadpan, and said ‘this is why I don’t trust baristas’”).

I typed fast, pulse already hammering. First search: amateur gày blowjob compilation. Too soft. Skipped. Next: raw breeding bareback. Closer, but still not it. I muttered under my breath, scrolling thumbnails. “Come the fück on… give me something filthy.” “Rough gày dom/sub… no, too staged.” Cursor hovered. “Fück, prison shower scene? Lame.” Clicked anyway. Watched ten seconds of bad lighting and fake grunts. Closed the tab. “Shít. Useless.”

TALES OF INSTANT LUST - SHORT READS Preface Greetings, Reader Welcome to a world where passion flares up in the most unexpected places, where lust takes the stage, and where desire never waits. The concept behind "Tales of Instant Lust" was that not all love stories have to be quiet or poetic. Irresistible chemistry, unsaid tension, and raw hunger can sometimes express more than a thousand romantic words ever could. Designed for people who want their fantasies to be served quickly, hot, and unrestrained, these stories are brief, intense, and explicitly sexy.

Thankfully, the young man who had approached me was gone. I checked the room, trying to find Lisa, but there were no signs of her. I walked toward the pools, only to find my cousin getting her pussy eaten out by the handsome guy from before, while another guy with blonde tipped dreads had his dick down her throat. I closed my eyes and shook my head. I had to go.