Odd Short Stories Novels & Stories

The captain greets us with a nod and disappears below, leaving us alone. Aragorn leads me to a thick white cushions on wide loungers. A low table with chilled white wine, strawberries, a bowl of ice. He pours two glasses, hands me one. “To seeing each other,” he says. I clink. “To that.” We sit side by side, legs dangling, watching the city shrink. He tells me stories about him sneaking out at sixteen to a concert in the old quarter, getting recognized anyway because some girl screamed his name during the encore. I tell him about the time I accidentally dyed an entire batch of white roses blue because I mixed up dye packets. We laugh.

He has on a white shirt that is completely useless, it is drenched in sweat and is now almost completely see through, displaying his built chest and his abs. Keeping my eyes off him is too difficult, ever since our first time together, the one experience has been the beginning of new things. Fucking in the kitchen, fucking in the car…who knows…maybe fucking in this pool. I sneak my tongue out to lick my lips as I take in our height difference. It is not my first time noticing it but the difference between us two feels like something out of those uncensored comics I have been reading these days. The comics where they end up…

I thought about the way this stranger has made me feel and it made a small flicker of smile touched my lips. Maybe Lee was right. Maybe our sex was boring. Because when Lee made love, this stranger fucked instead. For me, there was a difference between the two of them.

And she knows so well he thought she was taking some petty revenge when she showed the door. What can she say that she too learned to understand what people are thinking or at least what he is thinking after living with him for all those months. This is going to be a long journey. *Note* This is a Sequel to "Against The All Odds"... Must read the previous one before reading this as it contains important content related to this story...

Oddities, Curiosities and Undefinable Wonders, edited by Doug Murano Twice Upon an Apocalypse: Lovecraftian Fairy Tales, edited by Rachel Kenley and Scott T. Goudsward Tales from The Lake Vol.3, edited by Monique Snyman Gutted: Beautiful Horror Stories, edited by Doug Murano and D. Alexander Ward Tales from The Lake Vol.2, edited by Joe Mynhardt, Emma Audsley, and RJ Cavender Children of the Grave The Outsiders Tales from The Lake Vol.1, edited by Joe Mynhardt

it was an erotic story ,titled the hot kidnapper) I raise an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in my eyes. I push off from the desk and walk closer, my heels clicking on the floor. “A story, huh? You think you can just walk in here and write a tale for me? How about you show me what you’re made of first? Tell me, what’s your fantasy? What gets you going in the dark?” I lean in, my breath warm against your ear, my large breasts pressing against your arm. (Pushing the paper to you I ask you to read it aloud ,you cheeks turn a faint red as you try to explain you brought the wrong story,I press a finger to your lips shushing you and telling you to read, you read it all)

Chapter 1: Caught Fucking Around Trigger warning: This story is raw, gritty. It's not the kind that pets you. It will strip you off your pride like a little dirty dog, take you to your peak and punish you harder. When you're done, your pussy won't be the only thing that leaks... your master's marks will be your new tattoo, and little puppy, you'll thank him for it. Drop now if you hate dirty stories with degradation. Britanny's POV

I was so close already, my walls clenching around his thick cock, when the office door suddenly burst open. A nerdy girl from our class, with glasses, messy bun, was clutching her assignment, as she stood over there frozen, her eyes wide with shock as she took in the sight of me bent over the desk with Professor Harlan’s cock buried deep inside my pussy.

Suddenly there was a flash of lightning cutting across the room through the high window, followed by the crack of thunder. The sound of heavy rain could be heard hitting the metal roofing. It was now dark and I was in darkness. No lighting. I felt terribly hurt and abused. At this moment , I missed my parents so much. My mind flashed back to the many times my mother had shown that kind of love only a mother is capable of. I remember when mum had grabbed fearlessly the head of a snake and thrown it off me on one occasion we went out camping by the seaside . I had been fast asleep when the snake climbed onto the bed. Luckily mummy was just stepping in after sitting outside for some time to enj

But none of them mattered. Today, I had a client. I reached the basement door, pushed it open, and locked it behind me with a firm click. The air was cooler here, quieter, heavier, it smelled like something nasty was about to happen here, something that will make me feel relieved. “Shawty, I didn’t think you’d come this early,” one of them greeted, his voice low with anticipation.