Romans & histoires Online Reading Short Stories

She was suddenly aware of how shabby her jeans and simple sweater looked in this opulent space. "It's okay. Call me Damon." He gestured to the leather sofa. Ara sat, clutching her bag like a shield. Damon remained standing, studying her. “I’ve read every book you’ve written,” he stated. “All twenty-three. Your imagination is… exceptional. Filthy. Creative. It's a shame you've landed in this current situation.” Hearing a stranger acknowledge her erotic work so bluntly made her stomach twist.

He hovered above me, his eyes glowing gold with lust. Thunder erupted outside, clashing with the storm of lust brewing in those eyes. I tried to sit up, to slide back, but it made me rub my legs instead as he was so close. Rubbing my legs made my cum drip out of my cunt. I took my head backwards, moaning softly as I bit my lips shamelessly.

Freya’s POV The house was supposed to be safe. Aunt Clara was home. My two little cousins — Mia and Leo — were sprawled on the big sectional in the living room with her, watching the new animated movie at full volume. Laughter and cartoon sound effects drifted into the open dining area, but it wasn’t loud enough to cover everything.

My breasts were so swollen and sensitive that each flick of his tongue caused lightening to strike in my p***y. ‎ ‎I was so turned on that my p***y clenched in on itself and ached with the need to be touched too. He released my n*****s and I lay back on my elbows as he began nibbling my ribs and working his way down my stomach. He stopped at my belly button and he licked the water that had pooled there. I drew in my breath imagining his tongue delving deep in my p***y. His mouth moved downward and in the same swift motion as before, he loosened the straps of my swimsuit bottom and flung it to the side with the bra. He stared at my p***y for long before whispering.

he said, wiping his hands on a towel, "What do you like to do when you're not studying?" Before I could even form words, Layla cut in, rolling her eyes. "She's not like those wild girls, Dad. Sarah's sweet. Quiet. Innocent." The word innocent stuck in the air like smoke. I swallowed and tried to smile. "I like reading and hiking." He nodded, eyes never leaving mine. His gaze didn't feel casual. It felt... like a reminder. Like he hadn't forgotten what he saw. And I definitely hadn't. I shifted in my seat, suddenly too aware of my bare legs under the shorts I wore, the way the collar of my shirt dipped low when I leaned forward. My whole body was tense, too hot.

Raphael though just raised an eyebrow, craning his neck on the other side, teasing Shaine even more. “You’re a bad girl, aren’t you? This is your punishment for being a very bad girl. Beg for my tongue!” He demanded while caressing her legs to tease her even more. “Please, Raphael! Eat me now! Fill me with your long tongue until I cum! I want you! I have been wanting you since the first time I laid my eyes on you, Raphael. Everytime you visit in our house, I was always pleasuring myself with my fingers thinking it was you doing that to me. And I would moan your name as I cum on your tongue, you would drink all of me and leave no drop.” Shaone confessed, and as she said all those words, Rapha

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There was one solitary, big book on a low table between them. "The title of the tale is The Binding of Autumn," he began, his voice an entrancing whisper just in harmony with the shriek of the fire. “It's the tale of a harvest god who offers a mortal woman a choice: one night of absolute freedom for one year of unimaginable riches for her people." He didn't move as his eyes met hers. "The consent is the matter at hand. It must be freely bestowed, not coerced, and whispered three times into the skin of his throat." “Do you have any idea what sort of story you're going to be reading me tonight?”

He said in excitement and Charles nodded in agreement beside him as he sat up. “There's this one lady at the strippers’ section. I heard she's a beast! Men literally fight to get her home with them. I want to try her tonight, she's so fucking sexy. You have to come, man, you're missing out on a lot because you're a damn workaholic,” Charles quipped, but I was uninterested as I watched them talk and talk about how much fun “they” were gonna have. Until someone knocked softly. The door pushed open to reveal Lena and she walked in with her usual innocent smile as she placed documents on my desk.

Lila stood completely naked in the middle of the small beach hut, her wet dress lying in a puddle at her feet. The lantern light flickered across her bare skin, highlighting the full curves of her breasts, the dip of her waist, and the smooth skin between her thighs. She felt exposed in a way she had never experienced before. Two strange men were staring at her openly, their eyes dark with hunger, and the storm outside continued to rage, thunder shaking the wooden walls.