Mousepad Stories Novels & Stories

“Just allowing momentary personality leaks.” “You say that like it’s a bad thing.” She didn’t respond. But her smile, small, real, fleeting, was all the reply he needed. Later that evening, they played a game Joy called “Quickfire Honesty.” The rules were simple: ten random questions, ten seconds to answer each. No overthinking. Just say the first thing that comes to mind. “Favorite meal?” she asked, glancing at her watch to count down. “Anything with noodles,” Juda replied without hesitation.

She yelled. “Yes Ma’am.” Stella came and answered. “Are you deaf? Ive called your name twice!” “I'm sorry I was cleaning the windows” Stella answered in a low voice. “Whatever! Go and make 2 glasses of lemonade in 5 minutes and send Zac in my bedroom. Go! Hurry up!” Caroline commanded. Stella went and made 2 glasses of lemonade and went into the master bedroom along with Zac. I noticed Stella taking Zac with her to the master bedroom which didn’t happen often. I quickly ran and took my father along with me and stood outside the bedroom and peeped through the side of the door.

Whether it was out of fear of content, no one knew. “HAHAH!” The sound of hard clapping and laughing echoed in the desolate desert-like area. “I have to admit, that is quite the backstory.” Suit was seated comfortably in his chair with chips in his in his hands, staring at two screens. One was of Anderson and his escapades. He had been thoroughly enjoying everything. From his complacency to his guard, or lack of. From his mistakes to his wake-up calls. Suit had been enjoying himself to the point of almost joining the story himself. Unfortunately, the contract did not allow him to personally influence the story in any way, let alone personally get involved.

“Natalie’s my girlfriend and you’re not going to ever mention our encounter to her.” I yanked my arms away. ”And if I do? She’d be pleased to hear that you denied her" His face laced with worry, as he moved his head in restlessness. I continued “or no! Maybe I should tell her how you graced my bed and promised to never let me go.” "Does she even know what you do?" A massage therapist? Encountering different women? “I’m also a web designer” he snapped. His defense, trying to get in the way.

EMMA My body was still trembling, thighs slick with our mixed juices, when Sarah lifted herself off me. Her face glistened with my cum, lips swollen and shiny. I lay there on the couch, naked and panting, my perky tits heaving, my shaved pussy still pulsing and leaking from the intense orgasm she’d just given me. Jake stood beside us, his thick cock still half-hard, glistening with the last drops of his own release. The sight of his cum streaking across Mom’s ass and my thighs made my clit throb all over again.

For this reason, I decided to move all then into strange short stories, that is already a storybook of different themes. The w******l policy does not allow me to remove or delete those books, so they will remain there but as a "paused" book. You can find only the introduction of those books on w******l and no else more. But there you can find some covers I made for those stories and that I can not upload here. The stories of a single chapter will continue to be published, of course. Each volume of Strange short stories will have 3 medium-sized stories and about 10 short stories.

The movie was scary to fawaz, he wasn't familiar with such big fishes. The movie ended in two hours , nafisa and fawaz were already sleeping. Khadija sigh before joining them. They woke up around four in the evening, prayed and they sat talking. "Naffy, it is getting late. Let me get going " Khadija said to nafisa . "Okay"She replied and run off to her room. She got chocolate cake, and chocolate biscuits for fawaz, then Khadija's favorite square veil. The house felt empty, just like her an empty soul when her husband left her. she flipped through the cartoon channel , sighing heavily. She missed her husband.

Suppose… a pen isn't a pen, it is a gadget and it can give you whatever your desire is. But… Would you believe in my words or you think that everything is an illusion. A magic trick… It's not a magic trick, and seriously there's nothing like an illusion. Just believe… I have confidence in believing in my words. So, I used every word to create a world and I named it Ard. I created people, I created emotions, I created situations, I created thoughts. And it was me who made Ma'la the king of this world and worlds. And all the things happened for what, for a little sake of my boredom. (And still I don't want a title of 'God').

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