One Page Short Stories Novels & Stories

I experience a short reprieve as shorter brown haired man shoves him unconfidently out of the way. I’m very grateful, I must say, that this cock is quite a bit wider but far shorter at maybe only 4 inches. This little man couldn’t cover me in filth like the previous 7 inch cock, and I can’t help but beg for them to please, please destroy my body; to use me the way they would a streetwalker, a WHORE!

A chapter seems too small to explain my experiences in the world it's use this platform, but if you get to read up to this point, I'm saying a very big thank you. Sonia's Saudade might be placed on hold soon; as other books will become my priority to work on between now and the end of this year. But I'd be bringing in some new short stories, should God help me. Tell me how this story has been so far. How are you liking the characters?

You're welcome in advance. It was just texting. No voice. No video. The method her words settled in his chest, it felt like presence. Later in the day as he was icing his knee, he picked up the book again and noticed a scribbled note in the margin. “Some stories aren’t about escape. They’re about returning as someone new.” He didn’t know if she wrote it or if the author did. But either way, it hit. He looked at the untouched tea up until it went cold.

I stopped mid-sentence, whilst telling Maha some story about my clinic; when I heard Sahar baji ask. "Uh..." That was the only thing that came out of my mouth combined with the utter blank look. "Yeah Noor. How many poor guys have you rejected so far?20? 30? 40???" Maha asked with a teasing grin. I turned my gaze away sheepishly.

The lecture hall was still buzzing with chatter as I gathered my books after the final class of the day. I was wearing one of my favorite outfits — a short, pleated skirt that showed off my long legs and a tight white blouse that hugged my full breasts, the top two buttons left undone so just a hint of cleavage peeked out. The bruise on my left nipple had faded to a faint mark, but every time the fabric brushed against it I remembered Daddy’s mouth and fingers claiming that same spot.

Part 1 Alot of people have different life tale, I have read many and never thought I will one day tell mine here for others to read. I have held back for so long and Just felt is time to let my pain out. I will start right from when it all began. I came from a loving home, my parents were awesome when it comes to caring for us. I'm the first child and have younger siblings. A sister Lucia and two brothers. My parents were young and love each other before getting married.

Chapter 1: Leaking Nípples I sat alone in the dim office. The clock showed past ten and papers spread across my desk. My bréasts ached heavy, full, straining against the thin blouse. Damp patches darkened the fabric over both nípples. Milk leaked steadily. Warm trickles slid down my skin. I shifted in the chair. Thighs pressed together. Heat pooled low in my belly. I felt hórny and desperate. Work kept me late again and no one else stayed.

I lick my lips, tasting sweat and lipstick and the edge of madness. Three clients. Three different worlds. And the night isn’t even over.

Desk work emails notes meeting Blake nod pass no words. Lunch salad eat slow pussy full warm all day. Afternoon calls voice steady clit throb constant. Home drive careful shower clean body mark bites bruises map pleasure. Night journal write details pen scratch paper relive cock stretch cum fill body hum sated fingers dip pussy circle clit cum seventeen alone bed soft.

You guys have been the absolute best audience a writer could ask for. If you've been around since the beginning, you know this "short story" had a little identity crisis. It started as a quick idea, a little spark, and then it just... kept growing. Like a very polite, very well-dressed monster that just wouldn't stop eating my brain cells. And now, here we are, at the final page. This book is done! And I’m going to be honest with you about the ending, particularly that final chapter. I know some of you might be thinking, "Curvy, what gives? Where was the last-minute spice? The grand finale hookup?"