Pocket Stories Novels & Stories

Only a pool of what looked like melted wax sat atop a wooden box crate. My thoughts were creating a litany of horrible scenarios as I stood there and the images running through my head were only broken when I turned to discover a large journal that was yellow with age lying off to the side against the wall. Carefully stepping forward I observed that the leather binding appeared to be in good condition, so carefully picking it up, I turned to leave and crawled out of the tomb their father must have created for them. Pulling myself upright, I swiftly looked to see if the ghosts were still there but they were gone and there was nothing but silence. I moved to the window to get a breath of fresh

In one rough motion she ripped my panties down my legs and shoved them into her pocket. “Spread your legs,” she ordered. I obeyed instantly, opening my thighs for her. The cool night air hit my dripping, exposed pussy and I shivered. Lena didn’t tease. She buried her face between my legs like she was starving. The first long, slow lick from my entrance to my clit made my knees buckle. I grabbed onto her hair with both hands as she devoured me — licking, sucking, and tongue-fucking my leaking hole with filthy enthusiasm. “Fuck, Lena… oh my god,” I whimpered, grinding against her face.

"He always has an excuse." "He doesn't know I'm only seven diary pages away from leaving him." "I got my period today, and the cramps were so bad I couldn't get out of bed. Dexter came home and brought me some painkillers without me asking." "He said it was the same kind he'd gotten for Brianna last time. She said they worked great, so they'd probably help me too." "I said thanks, but no thanks." "One page left. Then I'm done." The last page had only two lines.

I let out a long, shaky breath and leaned against the wall, my heart still pounding. I grabbed my phone and opened W******p. **Me:** Oh my god he just left! Some emergency at work. He’s gone for the day. The package is literally arriving in a few minutes. I can’t believe it. I deleted my account already though… fuck. **HotFantasy88:** Good timing, baby. Breathe. You’re safe now. When the package gets there, take it inside, relax and tell me everything. I’ve got you. Maybe we can figure out a way for you to keep going without the risk.

We talked for hours as the night wore on. “You really thought about quitting because of burnout?” I asked, tracing a finger along his chest. “Yeah. Days blurred together. Then you started coming in regularly. Made me look forward to shifts again.” He smiled in the low light. “What about you? Why history?” “I like stories that last,” I said. “People who lived real lives hundreds of years ago. Makes my problems feel small.” We laughed softly. Then the touching started again. This time I climbed on top, riding him slow while we kept talking. He looked up at me like I was something special. His hands roamed my body, squeezing my breasts, guiding my hips.

she tiredly said as she lifted the dress up. At the time this was happening, Ace was still fast asleep and wasn’t conscious of what was happening. With no response from him, Belinda folded the dress and wanted to put them into the dirty clothes basket when she felt a paper like texture inside the clothes. “Money?” she puzzled as she excitedly searched to see what she was feeling with her hands. After about a minute later of searching, she removed her hand from the pocket and it was a piece of paper. On seeing the paper instead of money, Belinda was slightly disappointed. She reluctantly unwrapped it to see if it was an important information that didn’t need to be disposed. Immediately she un

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.

“Then maybe that’s your answer.” Later that night, Ryan stood by his window. The streetlights blurred in the distance. His inbox pinged again a reply from L. Tansey, offering a call. He didn’t answer yet. Instead, he opened a blank page. And he typed: “A Story That Doesn’t Belong To You” by Ryan Calloway He stared at the title for a long moment. Then under it, he wrote: “This isn’t a story about revenge. It’s about reclaiming.” Two weeks later.

*A New Collection Synopsis:.When 19-year-old college freshman Riley comes home for the weekend and “accidentally” interrupts her father’s high-stakes poker night with his four filthy-rich, hung best friends, one drunken bet and a skimpy outfit later turns into a nonstop, no-holes-barred gangbang that leaves her dripping with their cum and begging for more.

The skirt pools around your ankles like spilled ink. Panties last. They’re soaked through—crotch dark, clinging obscenely. Hook your thumbs in the sides. Drag them down inch by torturous inch. The wet fabric peels away from your folds with a soft, sucking sound. A fresh string of slick stretches between cotton and cunt before it snaps, landing cool on your inner thigh. You step free. Kick them aside. They land somewhere in the dark with a damp slap. Naked. Vulnerable. Turn around.